<?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-4662459491563627723</id><updated>2011-09-15T20:29:59.645-06:00</updated><category term='Taco Salad'/><category term='NHL'/><category term='Utah Football'/><category term='Ulcer'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='EVERYTHING'/><category term='Lean On Me'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='Horse'/><category term='Huss'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='Peter Pan'/><category term='Tomato Soup'/><category term='John Mayer'/><category term='Zoo'/><category term='bike'/><category term='Jeans'/><category term='VOTE'/><category term='Utah Jazz'/><category 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term='Ireland'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>the life that is molly</title><subtitle type='html'>i want to free fall out into nothin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-9078871956932916779</id><published>2010-11-25T20:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:55:00.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/TO8vQAmBuMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HNoSHKigGpI/s1600/Beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/TO8vQAmBuMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HNoSHKigGpI/s400/Beatles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543701618400278722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I appreciate most in my life today?  God, Family, Friends, Music, Sports.  Yes.  In this order.  I would not be where I am today without God.  I also would not be able to make it through where I am today without God.  My family is always there for me.  Always.  I do not know of any family that is nearly as close as I am with my family.  Brent, Kristy, Marci, Nicole, Kyle, Walter, Scott, and Laura-I love you.  I sometimes hate being with all of you because I am the odd one out, but I still love you.  Friends:  there are few people that I consider to be my real and honest friends.  You know if you are one and you should know that I appreciate you way too much.  There is only a select number of people that have been allowed to see my true emotions.  I love trust.  Music.  I enjoy life and music is always in the background.  Everywhere I go.  Everything I am has been created through music.  I put my love out to all the musicians who have made me who I am and allow me to feel.  Just feel.  Sports.  I enjoy sports.  Too much?  No.  But I am grateful for the competition and the conversation and the fanatics that give me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cowards die many times before their deaths,&lt;br /&gt;The valiant never taste of death but once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MollyEmma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-9078871956932916779?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/9078871956932916779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=9078871956932916779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/9078871956932916779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/9078871956932916779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2010/11/loves.html' title='loves'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/TO8vQAmBuMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HNoSHKigGpI/s72-c/Beatles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7917508950195410100</id><published>2010-07-30T08:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:19:03.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Silly Bandz. Yes Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/TFLs7n9awsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mivg6cjVkxI/s1600/slcTWILIGHTseries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499718604055823042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/TFLs7n9awsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mivg6cjVkxI/s400/slcTWILIGHTseries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Update-short:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I work at Valley Mental Health in the Forensics Unit. But, even better I work at the ADC and Oxbow Jail. I like working at the jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my latest sports dilemma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been searching for the past ten years for a National League MLB team to follow. I am deciding between the following: Cincinnati Reds, Pittsburgh Pirates, San Diego Padres, and ... there are more. What to do? I am thinking about the pirates because wait...I already love the Indians, Utes, Red Wings, pattern...All my hats are RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I listen to NPR and KRCL. No I am not a hipster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I enjoy the Twilight Concert series. No I am not a hipster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like a good green salad (none of that iceberg crap). MacCools Public House...Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My father is home. Yes I still hate our government. Not really, but really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am single. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love living with Nicole, Scott, Brady, Saylee, Brent and Kristy.&lt;/span&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;"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."&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/4662459491563627723-7917508950195410100?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7917508950195410100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7917508950195410100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7917508950195410100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7917508950195410100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-bandz-yes-please.html' title='Silly Bandz. Yes Please.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/TFLs7n9awsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mivg6cjVkxI/s72-c/slcTWILIGHTseries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2776372647893184915</id><published>2009-05-07T17:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:34:57.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness more or less...58 that is my boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SgN9zKy04zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FBJYgwrzkc0/s1600-h/20080510mfpens_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333244701761135410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SgN9zKy04zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FBJYgwrzkc0/s320/20080510mfpens_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, this very instant I am listening to Blue Judy. But I think I want to listen to Radiohead??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to get in trouble tomorrow because I did not forward the phones correctly...woawoawoa. Back into this aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make me feel like I believe that I am holding onto this love, but I know this love is gathering. Turn it off!!!!!!!!!!! Find a way back into this, back into the begining??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MGMT. That is who I am going to listen to. Right Now. Written on the sidewalk, with those pieces of bark. Look up the class of balloons. You know the balloons that your ride up in the air. Hot Air Balloon rides!! The weekend wars...with a drive to Arizona! Going to all the water parks. I think I am going to get a season pass to Raging Waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My predictions are the only things I have. I am pretty damn good at them as well. I am a person, but I do not know how to begin?, even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed my mind...The Verve. There is no need for introductions. You know that feeling you get when you see police lights behind you while you are driving and all you can think is oh shit. Yes. That feeling. I wish this feeling was oh so rare for me, but it seems to be multiplying. The eve of destruction? Makes you wanna scream out loud. But I would rather be here than anywhere. Is there anywhere better than here? Sometimes life seems to tear us apart and mostly it is because I do not want to let the moment go...or is it that I want to let the moment go so badly that it is constantly with me...hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll have grounds&lt;br /&gt;More relative than this—the play's the thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2776372647893184915?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2776372647893184915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2776372647893184915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2776372647893184915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2776372647893184915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-more-or-less58-that-is-my-boy.html' title='happiness more or less...58 that is my boy.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SgN9zKy04zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FBJYgwrzkc0/s72-c/20080510mfpens_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1383644505438816500</id><published>2009-04-22T10:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:24:39.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>maharaja of the keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se9fSz2opuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0IhpvG__X1I/s1600-h/OscarPeterson1984-230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581660964234978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se9fSz2opuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0IhpvG__X1I/s320/OscarPeterson1984-230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Earth Day...2nd best day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Equals the fact that I get to start riding my bike to work again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dad, I love you! I am so upset I missed your call last night! So upset, I blame it on people not to be mentioned. My birthday was nice. Nicole, Brady, and Saylee brought me a Jamba Juice (my favorite) at work. Then when I got back from lunch my desk was decorated with crepe paper, starbursts, etc...my office sang to me and I got to blow out some candles (good wishes were made, yes wishes). I went to Brady's Tee Ball game. I laugh so hard at the kids. Brady throws the bat after he hits and we have to warn everyone to look out for it. Isaac (the cutest little button of a child) hit the ball and just kept running, he ran and ran and everyone had to chase after him to get him to stop and turn around. I love children (even though I want none of my own). We went to The Old Spaghetti Factory. It was nice. That is the only spaghetti I will eat. I do not like homemade or any other restaurant spaghetti. I think it is that Mizithra...and the fact that it is 40% off or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se9fNpMPE8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/0W4ySiqYVMo/s1600-h/backpacker(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581572202697666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se9fNpMPE8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/0W4ySiqYVMo/s320/backpacker(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I received some uber awesome gifts...including some recyclable bags to add to my collection!! I now own a Recyc bag from UPS, Disneyland, Target, and REI. I am determined to be able to do all my super market shopping in recyc bags one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Song of the Day: Honeysuckle Rose by Oscar Peterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1383644505438816500?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1383644505438816500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1383644505438816500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1383644505438816500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1383644505438816500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/04/maharaja-of-keyboard.html' title='maharaja of the keyboard'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se9fSz2opuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0IhpvG__X1I/s72-c/OscarPeterson1984-230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-405628706083805130</id><published>2009-04-21T09:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:23:50.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hb to m</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se3yiFp0UpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gYXPUB4jdLs/s1600-h/3382530591_015d87f6fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327180601696211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se3yiFp0UpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gYXPUB4jdLs/s400/3382530591_015d87f6fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love to celebrate myself and i love my birthday. it is just another reason for me to talk about myself and others to tell me how amazing i am and how much they love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if music be the food of love, play on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me excess of it; that surfeiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the appetite may sicken, and so die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;song of the day: put a penny in the slot by fionn regan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric, Marc, Jordan, and Jared Staal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-405628706083805130?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/405628706083805130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=405628706083805130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/405628706083805130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/405628706083805130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/04/hb-to-m.html' title='hb to m'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Se3yiFp0UpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gYXPUB4jdLs/s72-c/3382530591_015d87f6fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3664100812189382044</id><published>2009-04-04T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:42:48.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten out of Tenn'/><title type='text'>TOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgUwk4XwPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ty62EmYdGIg/s1600-h/tot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgUwk4XwPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ty62EmYdGIg/s320/tot3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321025784504631538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of the greatest concerts I have ever been to this Wednesday at Kilby Court. Yes. The Greatest. Ten Out of Tenn: Ten artists from Nashville in one night...enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgSmoDA1xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Y5ZKaNsRbXI/s1600-h/tot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgSmoDA1xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Y5ZKaNsRbXI/s320/tot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023414532626194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Kyle/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Kyle/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Jeremy Lister...AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fHjAQ7_19o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fHjAQ7_19o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should listen to every single one of these artists. It was wonderful so enjoyable watching them all play and sing for each other. They all had their own style yet mixed so well together. Two hours of ten artists. Bliss and Perfection. At the end they came out and sang with the 60 people that were there. Ahhh...I cannot even describe how I felt after this concert. Kyle on the other hand wanted to throw up because he kept thinking about all of them on a bus with long hair and not showering... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1kwy-7z6VY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1kwy-7z6VY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close...you can see me in my flannel with my white scarf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgVGa3pcxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JLWSbayg4t4/s1600-h/tot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgVGa3pcxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JLWSbayg4t4/s320/tot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321026159774364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOVe PeACe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,&lt;br /&gt;But in ourselves, that we are underlings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3664100812189382044?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3664100812189382044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3664100812189382044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3664100812189382044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3664100812189382044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/04/tot_04.html' title='TOT'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SdgUwk4XwPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ty62EmYdGIg/s72-c/tot3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7345488396161694333</id><published>2009-03-18T12:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:14:05.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>average</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/ScGXoZbzcVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hb4oJ15rN8I/s1600-h/downloadImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314695755551961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/ScGXoZbzcVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hb4oJ15rN8I/s320/downloadImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I will be the first to admit that I am not your average mormon girl. I am not average in anyway.  I am all about simplicity.   I will listen to music that is not played on the radio more than what is. Most would describe it as being eclectic. This is not to be different, it is just something that has created this life we call molly. I live to go to concerts. I like sports. More than I realize and other people realize as well.  I do not want kids. I would be content and happy to spend my life traveling with a working husband/boyfriend around the world. I would love to work as well. I like wearing tanks and shorts/skirts so it is going to be really hard for me to eventually go to the temple. I honestly like going to the gym. I do not envy anyone except for girls married to NHL players. I love peanut butter and the movie Dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So ask yourself why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. What is your prison?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;song of the day: on and on, by fools for april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, forget about plan B, I have got the A team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7345488396161694333?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7345488396161694333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7345488396161694333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7345488396161694333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7345488396161694333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/03/average.html' title='average'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/ScGXoZbzcVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hb4oJ15rN8I/s72-c/downloadImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8034419827486799786</id><published>2009-03-09T15:21:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:41:38.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yes. it is true.</title><content type='html'>I really like hockey right? Yes.  However, I have come to the conclusion that I like baseball almost as much.  Yes.  This is true.  I really love watching an entire baseball game.  On television or at the park.  Baseball is 100% enjoyable.  I  had forgot how much I really loved the game until this weekend when I watched the World Baseball Classic.  A lot of people think it is boring, but I say to them NAY!  And there are some cute players out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Are the majority of these players pumped with steroids and dumb asses? Probably, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb73SSiWO5I/AAAAAAAAASY/uKmu2_O63GE/s1600-h/alex-rodriguez-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb73SSiWO5I/AAAAAAAAASY/uKmu2_O63GE/s320/alex-rodriguez-picture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313956503929371538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Rodriguez (NY Yankees)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb749dNhfpI/AAAAAAAAATA/nwjWtWb6r6c/s1600-h/Curtis+Ross+Ohlendorf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb749dNhfpI/AAAAAAAAATA/nwjWtWb6r6c/s320/Curtis+Ross+Ohlendorf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313958345040821906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis Ohlendorf (Pittsburgh Pirates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb74BHzBo7I/AAAAAAAAASw/eP7mV0PtdDY/s1600-h/evanlongoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb74BHzBo7I/AAAAAAAAASw/eP7mV0PtdDY/s320/evanlongoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957308500386738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Longoria (Tampa Bay rays)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb75KfEmjEI/AAAAAAAAATI/RZsVXZLZjuQ/s1600-h/grady_sizemore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb75KfEmjEI/AAAAAAAAATI/RZsVXZLZjuQ/s320/grady_sizemore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313958568878574658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grady Sizemore (Cleveland Indians)&lt;br /&gt;*My favorite team and player??&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb75csqcw6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/aed4QNB5NM4/s1600-h/hamels-767238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb75csqcw6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/aed4QNB5NM4/s320/hamels-767238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313958881764623266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole Hamels (Philadelphia Phillies)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb75v4GV0jI/AAAAAAAAATY/HxzG5jv52N4/s1600-h/hinckley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb75v4GV0jI/AAAAAAAAATY/HxzG5jv52N4/s320/hinckley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959211251913266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Hinckley (Washington Nationals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb76To-rCuI/AAAAAAAAATg/5Mt8yR9k-TY/s1600-h/Nick+markakiks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb76To-rCuI/AAAAAAAAATg/5Mt8yR9k-TY/s320/Nick+markakiks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959825668508386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Markakis (Baltimore Orioles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb76uAhs8uI/AAAAAAAAATo/uWZOzoaoLrU/s1600-h/jwerth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb76uAhs8uI/AAAAAAAAATo/uWZOzoaoLrU/s320/jwerth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313960278666048226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Werth (Philadelphia Phillies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb767cqpANI/AAAAAAAAATw/OQG29Wj6VpY/s1600-h/mlb_a_schumaker_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb767cqpANI/AAAAAAAAATw/OQG29Wj6VpY/s320/mlb_a_schumaker_200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313960509558030546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip Schumaker &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(St. Louis Cardinals)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb77X4lfWKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nTGR9ijd3Nc/s1600-h/varitek-300x203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb77X4lfWKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nTGR9ijd3Nc/s320/varitek-300x203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313960998088956066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Varitek (Boston Red Sox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb78WEvlVSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PDOHgf-c2po/s1600-h/DerekJeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb78WEvlVSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PDOHgf-c2po/s320/DerekJeter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313962066504406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Jeter (NY Yankees)&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;And the question is: Is to have had and lost better than not having at all?  Because I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song to listen to: she is love, by parachute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Mo&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/4662459491563627723-8034419827486799786?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8034419827486799786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8034419827486799786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8034419827486799786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8034419827486799786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-it-is-true.html' title='yes. it is true.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sb73SSiWO5I/AAAAAAAAASY/uKmu2_O63GE/s72-c/alex-rodriguez-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6136705644267204306</id><published>2009-02-27T10:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:35:14.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jar of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sagx0lqQ6DI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jiSv0QqufA4/s1600-h/n21302840649_8661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307546940388468786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sagx0lqQ6DI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jiSv0QqufA4/s400/n21302840649_8661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started out the day in a really pissy mood. Probably because it is Friday and for some reason Friday's drive me nuts because it means the work week is over and I have to start all over again on Monday. I know, I know that makes me sound like the biggest pessimist in the work world. I was thinking a lot this morning about all the shit that I have to do, everything I have to figure out and just how disorganized I truly am when it comes to my personal life. At work I am very organized...I hate chaos at work, but at home it is complete anarchy. I think my mood has a lot to do with the type of music I have been listening to. Currently I am listening to John Mayer. I feel like he always says what I mean to say (no pun intended). Am I misunderstood? Do I stand for anything? I do see everything that is going wrong in the world, but I do not know how to rise above and beat it. I am sick of waiting for the world to change. I get so frustrated. I am frustrated with President Obama. I am trying not to be, but I am. I just want to do something that is worth remembering me for. I do not just want to live life and die. I am always waiting for the world to change. But, I think all of us are. I look at some of my friends and they have these great careers where they travel and meet amazing people and are making a difference in their own way. I only wonder if I had stuck with this group would I have a better life or would I now be further down the path away from God, happy now, but sad later? It is a question that I constantly ask myself. If I had stuck with these "others" would I be enjoying my situation in life better? I will never know, so I should stop wondering. But I am not sure how to. Everyone believes how they think it ought to be. My belief in God is a beautiful armor. I wish I would have trusted this more. I like to think I learn something new everyday...this is my knowledge for the day. Belief and Faith is not a bad thing and I think it gives us more strength than we give it credit.  However, it is something that will be a constant growing process and is easy to write off. I need to get over this idea that God is handing blessings of happiness to all my righteous Mormon friends and all my non-Mormon friends and here is me in the middle hoping He will get back to me in a year or so with that jar of happiness. Oh man...this is why I do not blog about my personal feelings. I really am not depressed, I am just sick of freight issues at work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone put a picture of Kyle Korver on my truck this morning. Bahaha...it blew away, but it made me giggle for a good three minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-6136705644267204306?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6136705644267204306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6136705644267204306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6136705644267204306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6136705644267204306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/02/jar-of-happiness.html' title='jar of happiness'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/Sagx0lqQ6DI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jiSv0QqufA4/s72-c/n21302840649_8661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4277702961053596262</id><published>2009-02-10T10:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:07:04.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SZHCGKEdRCI/AAAAAAAAARI/0K6eQLW1fc0/s1600-h/treehug3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301231647429837858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SZHCGKEdRCI/AAAAAAAAARI/0K6eQLW1fc0/s400/treehug3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went through a really long musical drought. It sucks. Nothing sounded good. I made a brief detour at Slacker Radio while at work and left unhappy. My digital radio station did not introduce me to anything I liked and repeated the songs I did not like too often. Honestly I love listening to complete albums. I do not like the next song I hear being selected by a computer program. It is too cold, too calculated. I would rather listen to a podcast that someone has curated with songs he or she has heard and has made an emotional decision to share with me. Blind Pilot’s 3 Rounds and a Sound is simply breathtaking. The album is so rich I find myself getting lost in the lush melodies, the fidelity of the recording, the brightness of the instruments, and the warm, velvet vocals. Seriously, these guys can sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a playlist that may help get you out of your musical drought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. The Dears - Disclaimer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Blitzen Trapper - Furr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Her Space Holiday - Just Another Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Deer Tick - These Old Shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Hush Arbors - Follow Closely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Final Fantasy - This Lamb Sells Condos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Point Juncture, WA - Melon Bird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Pablo - Hey Luci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Apples In Stereo - 7 Stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Davila 666 - Basura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;11. John Vanderslice - White Dove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Deerhunter - Nothing Ever Happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;13. All The Saints - Regal Regalia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Broken Social Scene Presents Kevin Drew - Frightening Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Blind Pilot – One Red Thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;16. The Gaslight Anthem - Miles Davis and The Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4277702961053596262?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4277702961053596262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4277702961053596262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4277702961053596262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4277702961053596262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-enough.html' title='good enough.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SZHCGKEdRCI/AAAAAAAAARI/0K6eQLW1fc0/s72-c/treehug3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3586686342245884271</id><published>2009-01-19T15:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:03:59.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late on my congrats the the 13-0 UTE Football team...so CONGRATS to the UTE fans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SXUGjvxL3CI/AAAAAAAAARA/TNex_s9KKlM/s1600-h/4_4_2_5-FF-FCI-FCP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293144148231838754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SXUGjvxL3CI/AAAAAAAAARA/TNex_s9KKlM/s320/4_4_2_5-FF-FCI-FCP2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I've got one memory thats always been with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad would get up to go surf about 4:30 or 5:00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes I would hear him and go out in the living room and he'd be getting is board up, out of the closet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like right in the dining room where he kept his board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one day I remember the waves were really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And um, it was really cool just getting up and going down there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was off-shore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember just sitting there watching my dad surf and from that point on, I always kinda like.. felt like a surfer, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always knew that I would definitely.. be surfing forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob..I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3586686342245884271?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3586686342245884271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3586686342245884271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3586686342245884271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3586686342245884271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-on-my-congrats-the-13-0-ute.html' title='Late on my congrats the the 13-0 UTE Football team...so CONGRATS to the UTE fans.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SXUGjvxL3CI/AAAAAAAAARA/TNex_s9KKlM/s72-c/4_4_2_5-FF-FCI-FCP2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8585004948871551313</id><published>2008-12-08T11:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:04:01.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='???'/><title type='text'>Rodney...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/ST1uUiqzoWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HF8AqG-QsC0/s1600-h/now_and_later_soft_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277495637530878306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/ST1uUiqzoWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HF8AqG-QsC0/s400/now_and_later_soft_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO???!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I move to Cleveland now (I have to remind myself that it is below freezing there in January) or do I wait a little later and hope that my plans to move to Texas in May follow through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get out of Utah for a while. I love Utah and I am not complaining about it, but I just need a change I need something different than the everyday norm I have been living for the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is snowing right now and all I want to do is run out of my office and drive up the canyon and sit in the lodge and listen to really good music (i.e. gym class heroes-I do not know why I am in love with them right now) and go down one run. One run is all I am asking for. I miss my snowboarding days. Too bad the economy sucks and it is finally hitting me here in Utah. My office cannot even afford heating. I am typing with gloves on, a coat, hoodie, and a scarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please help.  God has given me no clear answer which means it does not really matter to him as long as I continue to go to church, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8585004948871551313?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8585004948871551313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8585004948871551313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8585004948871551313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8585004948871551313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/12/rodney.html' title='Rodney...'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/ST1uUiqzoWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HF8AqG-QsC0/s72-c/now_and_later_soft_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-390781187532663210</id><published>2008-11-24T21:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:35:58.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>wot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SSt_57GY3KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z5yxpIZpstM/s1600-h/mormonad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448421861055650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SSt_57GY3KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z5yxpIZpstM/s400/mormonad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like writing a blog. Either because I have to wait for my sheets to dry before I can go to bed or because I just took some pain killers because of my horrid cramps and feel like speaking out to the world. Why? Because I think out of everything in life it is my opinion that actually matters. Why? Because most the time people have to listen to you. Which brings me to my church calling. I am a Sunday school teacher. I like it, but I do not like teaching more than twice a month. Why? Because I have a life and I cannot handle being unprepared so it takes a lot of time and stress preparing for my lessons. However, I do like having the attention on me for a good thirty plus minutes. I like to talk about myself. I am not that exciting, but I can talk and talk and talk about myself. My family can testify to that. Most of my siblings blame me for hogging the phone every time my daddy calls from prison. I really just feel like I have so much to talk to him about. I love hearing his voice. I notice I do a lot better when I have been able to hear his voice and the comfort that it brings me. I love my dad, I do not know how anyone has survived this world not having my dad as their father. Okay...so I have been working on a list "100 Truths About Molly Emma Metcalf" I am going to publish about 20 to 25 at a time...why? Because no one can handle reading a 100 list list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait...I think the Utes just scored another touchdown against byu while in the middle of writing this random good kinda day blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I like to lie about myself. Seriously. So…reader beware&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to watch people fall in humiliation and laugh at them. I do, and I truly love America’s Funniest Home Videos.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to watch sports with my dad. Hockey would be preferable but any sport will do (even golf).&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not aspire to have a lot of friends, but I do have the confidence of a group of really really close friends. This is important because I do not like to open up unless I can completely trust someone.&lt;br /&gt;5. I would rather stay at home and watch a movie on weekends then go out and do something that wastes my money and time. I love to relax after a long week at work.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have never been to an NHL game and it is my favorite sport on Earth. I LOVE HOCKEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. There was a time that I was depressed because I was not in the movie Lord Of The Rings. Serious. I wanted to move to New Zealand for three years and work on the movie. This then would have given me the superficial happiness that I had been in a movie that had won numerous Oscars. And HELLO…who does not want to live in New Zealand?!?!&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate it when people use contractions in emails and/or papers/essays. I really do. I even hate it when I use them in text messaging (i.e. can’t, don’t, shouldn't).&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate the Judicial System of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have the cutest nieces and nephews in the world! This is definitely true.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love the Harry Potter series and hate it when people compare the Twilight series to Harry Potter. I liked Twilight, but it is nowhere close to character excellence shown in Harry Potter…Severus Snape is one of the best developed/written characters in literature.&lt;br /&gt;12. I know every player on the Utah Jazz…and yes I do not really love basketball.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love Chai Tea and am sad that I no longer drink it.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love love Pumpkin Pie, thus I am keen on Fall.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love mostly all genres of music (excluding heavy metal).&lt;br /&gt;16. I cried during the last episode of Home Improvement.&lt;br /&gt;17. I also almost cried during a recent Macy’s commercial. The one with all the movie clips that show Macy’s…Miracle on 34th Street…need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;18. I laugh out loud once every time I watch the TV show Monk.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love getting my nails done with my mother. We fight a lot, but I cannot do anything without her.&lt;br /&gt;20. I am not crafty and I do not like scrap booking. However I do like trying to crochet.&lt;br /&gt;21. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel were two of the best television shows up until Friday Night Lights and 90210.&lt;br /&gt;22. I am not registered with a specific political party; however I do affiliate myself with the Libertarians. I believe we should keep big government out and rule based on the Constitution set up at the founding of this country.&lt;br /&gt;23. I claim not to like the Olympics, but I always end up watching them. I was stressed with excitement every time I watched Michael Phelps race and I felt really bad for that one gymnast who kept messing up.&lt;br /&gt;24. I drive a truck and sometimes I wish I was living on a cattle ranch in southern Australia…yes a cattle ranch in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;25. I have learned more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints after teaching Gospel Doctrine than I have being a member my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MollyE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MormonAd...wot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-390781187532663210?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/390781187532663210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=390781187532663210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/390781187532663210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/390781187532663210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/11/wot.html' title='wot?'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SSt_57GY3KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z5yxpIZpstM/s72-c/mormonad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1397853924808262471</id><published>2008-11-21T12:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:08:22.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAH UTES FOOTBALL'/><title type='text'>All you need to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SScGtSk50aI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FP4njPwVnr0/s1600-h/5876809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271189264010957218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SScGtSk50aI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FP4njPwVnr0/s400/5876809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SScGr3KgiBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/At6E-exr0Sg/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271189239472621586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SScGr3KgiBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/At6E-exr0Sg/s400/340x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO UTES?? YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1397853924808262471?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1397853924808262471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1397853924808262471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1397853924808262471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1397853924808262471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-you-need-to-know.html' title='All you need to know...'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SScGtSk50aI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FP4njPwVnr0/s72-c/5876809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7337642646725275224</id><published>2008-11-12T15:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:27:13.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Curbside Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRtdvhmjS0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/ChK5AWh7wMI/s1600-h/vent_hansbrough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267907260195228482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRtdvhmjS0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/ChK5AWh7wMI/s400/vent_hansbrough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tyler Hansbrough may be SI's National Player of the Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and Coverboy (I think he is cute and I would most definitely lower some of my standards for him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, but will his college success translate to the NBA? That seems to be the million-dollar question and my personal opinion is a big HELL NO. At 6-foot-9, he lacks the size to dominate down low as he has done at Carolina the past three seasons. And he does not have enough speed to play small forward. We know he "plays hard," but playing hard will not take him very far when matched up against the Dwight Howards and Carlos Boozers of the world. My guess is that he becomes, at best, David Lee and at worst, Shelden Williams. I was thinking about him today because my Google Desktop popped up stating that he is injured and very unlikely to start for awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I would be good for him though...he is only like 7 months younger than me...and a good 8 inches taller!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;MollyE&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/4662459491563627723-7337642646725275224?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7337642646725275224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7337642646725275224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7337642646725275224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7337642646725275224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/11/curbside-prophet.html' title='Curbside Prophet'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRtdvhmjS0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/ChK5AWh7wMI/s72-c/vent_hansbrough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3807846852537118864</id><published>2008-11-10T18:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:59:36.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRITS'/><title type='text'>Top 5 British Bands to Look Forward To Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRjmxdn-P9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1I1a5qYQ1cs/s1600-h/reverendandthemakers300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRjmxdn-P9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1I1a5qYQ1cs/s320/reverendandthemakers300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267213501650059218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header"&gt;         Thanks to THE MAN, some of these bands will be denied the opportunity to play our shores. We will see what happens. The Enemy and Rumble Strips had to cancel their first U.S. dates due to said problem. Stupid visas.&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, looking at 2007-2008, The Pipettes, Fratellis and The Automatic toured the U.S. and got their albums released, although The Automatic's Pennie eventually left the band. The Sunshine Underground threw down a killer set at SXSW. Finally, Larrikin Love got no love and called it a day. Here's what I'm looking forward to seeing live in 2009.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.emichrysalis.co.uk/vincentvincentandthevillains/"&gt;Vincent Vincent and the Villains&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- That's three Vs if you're counting. Currently on tour with Richard Hawley, VVV are the very definition of retro modern -- old timey crooning tunes with a little of that BritPop sass. The London gang is not too far off the music spectrum from Rumble Strips and Jack Penate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fU3H-QaZg7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.thecourteeners.com/"&gt;The Courteeners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- The most "commercial" sounding on this list and the mostly to find some success with our crazy teen buyers. By commercial, I mean widely appealing. They make no qualms about their love for The Libertines, even slyly name checking them in their big hit "Acrylic." Fronted by the charismatic Liam Fray, their debut album was produced by BritPop master Stephen Street and hit U.K. shelves in March.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uWY25aZb0B/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.jingjangjong.com/"&gt;Joe Lean and The Jing Jang Jong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- The NME pretty much wet themselves when they heard of the new band from Joe Van Moyland, actor and former backing drummer for The Pipettes. Currently, they raised hell with The Ting Tings on the NME Awards Tour. Tings and Jings! Anyway, JJJ have enough frantic guitar hooks to satisfy your BritPop jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DfIL5T3eOG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.goodshoes.co.uk/"&gt;Good Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- If all goes as planned, they'll make the big leap to the U.S. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LYr49nEkOP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.iamreverend.com/"&gt;Reverend And The Makers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- I was thinking of the popular British acts that haven't come over yet (Hoduken!, Humanazi, The Twang) and I thought RATM had the best album and more unique sound. They are slightly dancey, slightly poppy, but 100% British. Think Happy Mondays with less drugs meets Oasis if they got along. The Rev in this case is frontman Jon McClure of Sheffield, which makes him tight with the Arctic Monkeys. The Makers debut album, &lt;em&gt;The State of Things&lt;/em&gt;, is a big time party album with breezy dance tunes done with charisma, wit and style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need new music!!!  I want new music!!!  I love new music!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Mollye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WrthVjZNVA/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WrthVjZNVA/aus=false/" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jzfUCpZnsZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/4662459491563627723-3807846852537118864?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3807846852537118864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3807846852537118864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3807846852537118864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3807846852537118864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-5-british-bands-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Top 5 British Bands to Look Forward To Today'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRjmxdn-P9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1I1a5qYQ1cs/s72-c/reverendandthemakers300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8774185134307925872</id><published>2008-11-06T14:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:28:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You better never (that's right, better never) be the neighbors upstairs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNvEvzQcyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/G25FUZ2F_pY/s1600-h/PA090125.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtwxHCb3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/j9Gt4Vd1hOU/s1600-h/PA090092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265673073910247282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtwxHCb3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/j9Gt4Vd1hOU/s320/PA090092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FDR's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sake of the neighbors below you, never be a loud upstairs neighbor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For reals. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have almost jabbed myself in the ear because of our neighbors upstairs. They are SO DANG LOUD!! And, it's not like they're just walking around and I get annoyed, it is the fact that they don't know there is an apartment below them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night at 11:55 pm -12:00 am they start 'walking' ..if it can even be called walking. I think they run a step aerobics class for themselves at 11:55 pm - 12:00 am. They start pacing as LOUD as they can. After their 'work out' they shower. This is usually about 12:30 am - 1:00 am. Now...I'm not being too annoying, I promise. I am just trying to get to the bottem of this and see if there is a formal complaint in the works. Their apartment is as big as ours, which is SMALL...so I don't know why they do this. It's completely obnoxious and unnessary though. That's for SURE. Then, get this...at 5:00 am every morning they get up and shower. Freakin' they took a shower five hours earlier..why must they shower again and in the freakin' just about middle of the night?? JEEZ!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such thing as a noise ordinance/curfew at our apartment complex and it's from 10 pm to 9 am - quiet time. I respect it. Phil respects it. I'm sure everyone else in the Sundance Apts. does, too. But, for some reason, probably because they don't understand English, the IDIOTS upstairs decided they didn't need to follow the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooo to them.&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even start on the meth-lab/porn-producers/loudest sex couple ever that live across the alley from us. That will be another post and another day when I need to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other news -- we've been married for four weeks today, and month anniversary is Sunday!! It's awesome. I love living with my best friend and doing everything with him. It rocks. It's hard...yeah, but it's sooo worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNu_XZqb5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/18JUSAa7tUc/s1600-h/PA090102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265674424218709906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNu_XZqb5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/18JUSAa7tUc/s320/PA090102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did that. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some good pictures since Molly didn't have any to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtusCpGOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qP_bSOzF3hI/s1600-h/PA090080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265673038189893858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtusCpGOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qP_bSOzF3hI/s320/PA090080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BFF's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtsuEEq7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/YgX6DaqDEZ0/s1600-h/PA090056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265673004373027762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtsuEEq7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/YgX6DaqDEZ0/s320/PA090056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtwD8dhNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0Tzk2k9mYAE/s1600-h/PA090082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265673061786289362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtwD8dhNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0Tzk2k9mYAE/s320/PA090082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skanks! Look at Molly's skirts!! She was flashing the traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some more later. Must go to work now and take care of someone else's children!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNvEvzQcyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/G25FUZ2F_pY/s1600-h/PA090125.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNvDOC8AOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-z6sRGBig68/s1600-h/PA090111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265674490426949858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNvDOC8AOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-z6sRGBig68/s320/PA090111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JAZZ HANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8774185134307925872?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8774185134307925872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8774185134307925872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8774185134307925872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8774185134307925872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-better-never-thats-right-better.html' title='You better never (that&apos;s right, better never) be the neighbors upstairs..'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SRNtwxHCb3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/j9Gt4Vd1hOU/s72-c/PA090092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7997234599193193819</id><published>2008-10-16T09:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:20:37.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straw dog'/><title type='text'>Jack's Mann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SPdpHha59TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4MF_woXRCZ8/s1600-h/imgad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257786667929564466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SPdpHha59TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4MF_woXRCZ8/s400/imgad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had taken pictures at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic's&lt;/span&gt; wedding I would be posting them right now...sorry. It was I will say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AMAzing&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been told my numerous people that Straw Dog by Something Corporate is my theme song. Eh? I guess so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Staring into the intersection, she thinks that she can fly and she might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Holding on in a new direction, she's gonna try it tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The closer I get to feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the further that I'm feeling from alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The more I step into the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the more I step out of the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jessica is covered in a blanket on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; porch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thinking of the weekends she would party in the city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She doesn't have a flame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she'd prefer to burn out like a torch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If she gets nowhere in life, at least she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; she's pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She said, "Hey, now, the straw dog's out in the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, they're calling all the police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They won't get to us, anyhow." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The moon is shining now and shadows are what's left of all the noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Simple silhouettes and cutouts as if we had the choice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He listens closely now, swears that he can hear a voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's calling him and saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Hey, now, the straw dog's out in the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, they're calling all the police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They won't get to us, anyhow." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What does it take to be a superhero in my world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Make no mistake that these villains always get the girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We can escape, and then we'd skate away from all of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And no one ever does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She's saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Hey, now, the straw dog's out in the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, they're calling all the police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They won't get to us, no they'll never get to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, now, the straw dog is out in the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and they're calling all the police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but they won't get to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never let them get to you no no no&lt;/span&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MollyE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Straw Dog: In life, (an idea, or plan, usually) set up to be knocked down. It is the dangerous philosophy of presenting one mediocre idea, so that the listener will make the choice of the better idea which follows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7997234599193193819?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7997234599193193819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7997234599193193819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7997234599193193819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7997234599193193819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/10/jacks-mann.html' title='Jack&apos;s Mann'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SPdpHha59TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4MF_woXRCZ8/s72-c/imgad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-89802489507016319</id><published>2008-10-08T08:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:33:27.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZTlQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/t8y8xBToKCA/s1600-h/065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZTlQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/t8y8xBToKCA/s320/065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790804266869538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZvwOkbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PTKrg4IN3YE/s1600-h/194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZvwOkbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PTKrg4IN3YE/s320/194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790811829047730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZwAyQOI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZEWqaiw-f4c/s1600-h/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZwAyQOI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZEWqaiw-f4c/s320/148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790811898495202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZ8MKqNI/AAAAAAAAALI/kC4utNcwKDU/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZ8MKqNI/AAAAAAAAALI/kC4utNcwKDU/s320/150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790815167457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzDqUId0vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3nWOwzCkwt0/s1600-h/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzDqUId0vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3nWOwzCkwt0/s320/109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254789996960666354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OdTB-lhyLg/SMwZK30uMvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1qxXY7d6lEI/s1600-h/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OdTB-lhyLg/SMwZK30uMvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1qxXY7d6lEI/s1600-h/109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seven long months, we're finally getting married. I am so happy and so excited. Our dinner is tonight, our sealing is tomorrow, our reception is tomorrow night and we're leaving for Hawaii on Friday afternoon. I am so grateful and humbled to be able to be sealed to Phil and be able to be with him for eternity. What a blessing. I hope you will all come to the reception tomorrow night at The Old Meeting House. I'd love to hug you and thank you for being a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-I posted some of my fav bridals for you all to salivate over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-89802489507016319?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/89802489507016319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=89802489507016319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/89802489507016319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/89802489507016319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage!'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SOzEZTlQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/t8y8xBToKCA/s72-c/065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1127246325972752280</id><published>2008-09-27T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:08:22.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just may be an old lady now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/size:large/view:main/1084788-2-jordan-river-lds-temple-south-jordan-utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/size:large/view:main/1084788-2-jordan-river-lds-temple-south-jordan-utah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of my life so far --- I went through the temple on Thursday. I loved it. I feel super different and feel like I look different, which is probably just me thinking I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. And I'm so grateful to go back in 11 days and get married there. It's the only place to get married, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1127246325972752280?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1127246325972752280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1127246325972752280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1127246325972752280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1127246325972752280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-may-be-old-lady-now.html' title='I just may be an old lady now.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2193624329008015198</id><published>2008-09-25T09:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:52:50.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SNuzpr_HyPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wVBAIr3oppM/s1600-h/024543004974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249987319393929458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SNuzpr_HyPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wVBAIr3oppM/s400/024543004974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I SWEAR IF I DO NOT START MY PERIOD TODAY I AM GOING TO GO CRAZY!!!! I AM 100% BITCHY AND I AM ALSO 100% EMOTIONAL AND I AM BREAKING OUT AND EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;F TO THE BEST PART OF THIS DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;-MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2193624329008015198?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2193624329008015198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2193624329008015198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2193624329008015198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2193624329008015198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SNuzpr_HyPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wVBAIr3oppM/s72-c/024543004974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8008167789076719729</id><published>2008-09-20T09:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:20:55.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is wrong with the picture....there isn't one...</title><content type='html'>So, one thing that has been frustrating in living in two places is the fact that I forget where I am sometimes, and want to make something like popcorn to eat or brownies. It's always unhealthy like that. So, I'll open up the cupboard to pull out the popcorn, go to open up the microwave and then remember that we don't have popcorn OR a microwave at the apartment, and I was thinking I was at my house at 2968 Cardiff Road, not 1121 E. 500 S. Boo. BUT, that all changed last night when I got a microwave at my ward shower AND popcorn. It was glorious. I'm really excited to set it up in the kitchen at the apt. There should probably be a code word for the apt., instead of boring ol' apt. It's on a loud road, and trax is constantly reminding us that we live in a metropolis/by a college campus. And there seems to always been the sound of longboard wheels accompanied with the various other street sounds. So, think of a good name and when we get the whiteboard we registered for - I'll write it on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the best part of the day for me was receiving a microwave, popcorn and a lot of other great things for our home. It's awesome how much the people in your ward take care of you. We got our towels we registered for, we got a bunch of Pyrex dishes, a bunch of measuring tools, one of our striped storage drawers that I'm really excited for!! They're at Bed Bath and I heart, heart, heart them!! And I can't believe how many gift cards I got, too. I love them sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that from now on I'm going to every single shower and wedding reception I'm invited to, because someone paid for the invites and someone paid for the reception/shower/put a lot of effort into it. I'm not annoyed yet about people not showing up to the showers, because I realize that people have lives - and that is an circumstance that would constitute them missing and therefore being excused, but when people just say "Nah...even though I did give them my address and told them I'd be there", that really bugs. I totally have had that opinion for years, and now I'm changing it because we just spent way too much time and money on the invites and the reception is a lot, too and I want the people I've invited to be there!! SO BE THERE! And spread the word that I'll notice if you're not there, and  I will hunt you down. JK! kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting excited for Halloween? Me, too. What should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8008167789076719729?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8008167789076719729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8008167789076719729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8008167789076719729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8008167789076719729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-is-wrong-with-picturethere.html' title='Something is wrong with the picture....there isn&apos;t one...'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2012286060786178414</id><published>2008-09-18T09:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:56:22.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>RX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SNJ5pE7DifI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YT7C-gjhupo/s1600-h/EarthBlueMarbleWestTerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247390262443084274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SNJ5pE7DifI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YT7C-gjhupo/s400/EarthBlueMarbleWestTerra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I went on a hike yesterday and decided that I have never really taken advantage of the natural phenomenons that surround me everyday. I looked up and was amazed at the beauty of this God created world. I was also talking to my friends about song lyrics and how most of the artists I listen to are either really deep or singing songs about nonsense. I like to think they are just really artsy beings who do not really know how to express themselves except through music and lyrics-poetry. It got me thinking to the music I listen to and the lyrics that persuade my ideologies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RX Bandits-Nothing Sacred:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In our world's degradation we take for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all we have and all that we were given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when was the last time that you looked up, gazed upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a shopping mall and said how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so one more time you hear my voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are the youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you have the choice so use it wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they pave the world in concrete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soon nothing will be natural but only artificial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;artificial and commercial, a superficial front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for what is wrong: human parasite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so one more time you hear my voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are the youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you have the choice so use it wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where could we have ever gone so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing's sacred, nothing's sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we're burning lands on consumer demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there is nothing sacred, nothing's sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so one more time you hear my voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are the youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you have the choice so use it wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let's bring it down by fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;please don't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where could we have ever gone so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing's sacred, nothing's sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we're burning lands on consumer demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there is nothing sacred, nothing's sacred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so go inside, go inside, go inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-MollyEmma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2012286060786178414?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2012286060786178414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2012286060786178414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2012286060786178414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2012286060786178414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/rx.html' title='RX'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SNJ5pE7DifI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YT7C-gjhupo/s72-c/EarthBlueMarbleWestTerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8346505887319328257</id><published>2008-09-16T12:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:49:10.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>west v east</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SM_9GPLNzRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4I_3x69vzrM/s1600-h/purp%2520starfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690374504533266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SM_9GPLNzRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4I_3x69vzrM/s400/purp%2520starfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Starfish Tragedy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heart starfish and I heart Canada so this story makes me sad. Starfish always seem like one of those creatures that do not really hurt anyone, they are just cute. Not fuzzy cute, star shaped cute. Anyway, hundreds of purple sea stars washed up in Trail Bay north of Vancouver. The Canadian Department of Fisheries and Oceans were unable to determine how they died. They brought in Bruce Leighton, an expert in this area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He noted that the die-off coincided with the peak of the starfish reproductive cycle, when the creatures are most vulnerable to Orchitophrya stellarum, a protozoan that feeds on sea stars' sperm. East Coast starfish usually survive such infestations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can only assume that the East Coast starfish are hardcore and can beat off the parasites, but that the soft happy-go-lucky West Coast starfish are altogether more gentle and vulnerable. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**The reason I was thinking about the west v east coast is because I came to the realization today at work that I could never survive in California.  However, I would be able to survive in Massachusetts.  Why?  I do not get along nearly as well with the owners in the west coast as I do with those in the East.  I wish I was more of a happy-go-lucky west style, but I am for sure a hardcore get to the point personality.  Just goes to show you that Utahns can roll one direction or the other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO EAST WEST SIDE POSSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8346505887319328257?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8346505887319328257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8346505887319328257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8346505887319328257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8346505887319328257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/west-v-east.html' title='west v east'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SM_9GPLNzRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4I_3x69vzrM/s72-c/purp%2520starfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7135190657547499743</id><published>2008-09-15T12:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:50:09.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Barr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><title type='text'>SUDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SM6tr7SfCAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1JHyccfc4K8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246321586094409730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SM6tr7SfCAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1JHyccfc4K8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron Paul is out of the running. I have to admit that I am extremely disappointed that he would not run with the Libertarian Party thus leaving me to vote for Bob Barr. Bob Barr, yes...that who I am going to vote for. I have to say though that I am very impressed with Sarah Palin. I read a very interesting article about her the other day. However, the fact that neither one of the candidates for the President of the United States of America stands for what I believe in has caused me to stick with my Libertarian Party. No Big Government and following the laws and rights set up by our very own Constitution. I also have some friends who are currently working on the Bob Barr campaign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know...I am very intrigued by Russian politics as this is what I wrote my senior thesis on my last year in college. I am now in wonder as to who is running Russia (AKA the soon to be re-established Soviet Union). Medvedev or Putin??? We are in a world of trouble as Bush as yet to stand up to Russia and Neither Mac or OB will stand up the rising issues either. Ugh...come on America, we are a part of the world and if we do not stand up for the rights of humans alike we will not be able to keep our power in this soon to be bi-polar world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about that. I went to regional conference yesterday and then had a picnic at Liberty Park. I love this weather it is so comfortable and comfortable is good. I also rode my friends horse "SUDS" bare back. I love horses. I think they are one of the most beautiful animals on this planet. Even if some think they look like dinosaurs (of which I believe never existed...do not even get me started.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace, Plant, Belief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7135190657547499743?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7135190657547499743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7135190657547499743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7135190657547499743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7135190657547499743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/suds.html' title='SUDS'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SM6tr7SfCAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1JHyccfc4K8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8920497150167841919</id><published>2008-09-11T09:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:29:32.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>reLOVEution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SMlEI4nfASI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uWEujz_NaVo/s1600-h/metfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244798160477290786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SMlEI4nfASI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uWEujz_NaVo/s320/metfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my office has not had their management meetings for the past two months it feels like. I love having a break on Thursday’s, too bad it does not really happen anymore. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently have gone through and am still going through probably one of the most trying periods in my life (definitely the most trying thus far). I have grown so much and also learned more than I ever thought (spiritually speaking). I never knew how much I could feel God’s love for me. It is remarkable the difference in my outlook on life. Why are we here? To return to God by asking for Him in everything we do. By accepting and wanting His help. It is hard not to be selfish especially when you feel you are pursuing good in your life. Patience. Patience is what I have unquestionably learned to ask for. I was thinking the other day about knowledge and the difference between spiritual knowledge and the knowledge of man. The knowledge of man is broken up between reason and the irrational. Spiritual knowledge is never complete and thus it is continually growing in faith, which by the way is not irrational belief. Faith is in actuality knowledge of the hope that we can all have. I know many people in my life who have shown me overwhelming knowledge of our Father in Heaven and everything that He has given to us. We are promised, assured, that if we have the true desire to be good, to do good, we will be given everything God has to offer. I have been able to see the world in a different light from a different angle by going through certain trials. I have hope that I will continue to grow and become closer to my Father in Heaven and I am willing to accept His plan for me. As I give my heart and strength to Him. Did I used to think this meant I was not an independent being? Yes. But I have learned that by giving my all to Jesus Christ and our Father in Heaven I have more independence than ever before. I am happier and I am stronger. I am more than positive that harder tribulations are to come, but I know the peace I have felt in the last two weeks is always there for me if I just get down on my knees and ask. I will ask. I want to ask.  He will always be there for me.  I want to be close to the spirit of comfort and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bright Eyes-"Everything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet...And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day…having a testimony in our Lord Jesus Christ. Of that I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MollyEmma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My goal today is to be a little more Christian. Reach out to those who love me and love them right back. I do truly love everyone in my life and could NEVER ask for anyone else to be a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8920497150167841919?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8920497150167841919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8920497150167841919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8920497150167841919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8920497150167841919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/09/reloveution.html' title='reLOVEution'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SMlEI4nfASI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uWEujz_NaVo/s72-c/metfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3107421509899773819</id><published>2008-08-12T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:55:49.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chang chang...getting paid over here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.findrentlive.com/_FILES/properties/15/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.findrentlive.com/_FILES/properties/15/thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long enough..right? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good news. We found an apartment, but a deposit on it, and pretty sure we'll get it. That's the picture...that blur up there. It's amazing how we both walked it with the landlord and we're like "Wow...this feels like home." It was awesome. It's right by the U, one bedroom, not huge, but you know? We don't need huge. So, we're both really excited, because this has been SUCH a stress, and now it's finally taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, bad news. School starts two weeks from yesterday. Booo. I have to buy my books with the money I really need to spend on other things. Booo. I hate that. But, I like school after a week or so of going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took engagements on Saturday. Be checking http://lindsayjanephoto.blogspot.com/ to watch for our pictures to be up. It was pretty fun. As we were taking pictures we saw a lot of *colorful* people, to put it nicely, at the International Peace Gardens. We were standing in between these trees, while our photographer was sitting on a brick wall getting an overhead view/picture of us, when we heard this small motor sound getting closer to us. Phil and I just sat still waiting for her to take pictures, then our photographer gave this look of disgust in the direction of the small motor. So, I broke my 'serious look' and turned to see this man on a Jazzie just sitting by us, watching us. Strange....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, get excited for something to do with school. Whether it is Utah Football, buying books, seeing friends, judging Freshman, or moving into an apartment with Phil - that's me. Not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself and go get a Snoasis before they're closed up and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3107421509899773819?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3107421509899773819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3107421509899773819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3107421509899773819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3107421509899773819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/08/chang-changgetting-paid-over-here.html' title='Chang chang...getting paid over here..'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1023480606968992768</id><published>2008-08-07T09:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:53:02.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYTYCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VOTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Carbon Footprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SJsZ7vS3bRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NDrIhSXovnA/s1600-h/l_8c9a17f9c57b4fa5824cbe180df52440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231803906219535634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SJsZ7vS3bRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NDrIhSXovnA/s320/l_8c9a17f9c57b4fa5824cbe180df52440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the Finale of So You Think You Can Dance tonight. I am sad only because I look forward to watching the dances every week. It amazes me that I can feel so much emotion with almost every dance. It is not like they are that different, but man they are amazing! Last night the final four did a Mia Michaels dance to an orchestrated version of Hallelujah by Paramore. It was AMAZING!!!! AMAZING!!! I bow down to Mia. I hope Twitch wins, I love him and think he by far is the best part of the show. BEST PART FOR SURE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to be able to vote this November it is so crazy to me that this four year campaign is almost coming to a close. I am still in awe that J.M. and B.O. are the best candidates/Americans that the citizens of this country have decided to run their The United States of America. Personally, I am slightly appalled. It will be interesting to see where the world powers and the polarity of the world/politics stand in the next five years. I bet that America will have lost a lot of power worldwide due the inability to get done what needs to get done and stop bitching about whether or not we should drill for oil here in America. Geez people, it is not that hard of a decision!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I am still pushing for Ron Paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, the Olympics start soon. Good luck to all those fake sports stars and I hope you get all that you want out of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep God in your life. Remember to pray always even when you feel that no one really cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yeah!!! I bought a new bike!!! I love it. I am trying to ride it to work as much as possible to reduce my mark and carbon footprint in this wonderful world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run into life and remember to VOTE-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MollyE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1023480606968992768?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1023480606968992768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1023480606968992768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1023480606968992768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1023480606968992768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/08/carbon-footprint.html' title='Carbon Footprint'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SJsZ7vS3bRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NDrIhSXovnA/s72-c/l_8c9a17f9c57b4fa5824cbe180df52440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7214307152448833206</id><published>2008-07-31T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:08.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Go UTES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SJHgF1HR32I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0zmvwCUTRjY/s1600-h/SundayDinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229207033115434850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SJHgF1HR32I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0zmvwCUTRjY/s320/SundayDinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK...so I am getting really excited for U of U football. I really enjoy college football season. Not as much as NHL season or Utah Jazz, but it is thoroughly enjoyable to watch Ute football. Next step to take this week...I really really need to get my car painted. I need to just pay the large amount of money and get it over with. Yes? Yes. I have learned that at work I am a very organized person, at home I am not. I don't know why it is that hard to put my clothes away or file my bills. I just cannot get myself to do it. Oh well. I guess whomever I marry with have to deal with the fact that I do not do dishes, clean bathrooms, cook and/or bake, and I spend a lot of money on clothes that I have no room for. PS I do like working outside so I think I will end up having a really grand yard. I love eating dinner at my Grandma Metcalf's house. You know the really good Grandma food that is always over-the-top? Yes, that is what I mean. I am craving some really good Grandma Metcalf food today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned this week that Karma is definitely a B-I-T-C-H. Yes yes it is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best part thus far has got to be a good John Mayer concert, swimming, riding a bike, and watching The Dark Knight (Best movie thus far for sure!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MollyE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7214307152448833206?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7214307152448833206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7214307152448833206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7214307152448833206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7214307152448833206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-utes.html' title='Go UTES!!!'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SJHgF1HR32I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0zmvwCUTRjY/s72-c/SundayDinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8137048697104213332</id><published>2008-07-29T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:08.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mononucl....whatsie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SI9eVRfHhSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tjXXsPXEA9E/s1600-h/P7210706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SI9eVRfHhSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tjXXsPXEA9E/s200/P7210706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228501411964618018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, crap. I have mono. Do I have time for that kind of a commitment? Nope. The Dr. at the InstaCare was a nice man who kept rolling his eyes at everything he said to me. When he told me the strep test was negative and that he'd like to give me a mono test, I just knew that one would come back positive...AND (drum roll...) sure did. Apparently, according to InstaCare Dr. Mono can last anywhere from three to six weeks. Well, according to my countdown clock, at least I should be done with it in time to get hitched. And hopefully in time for school to start because right now I can barely walk from my room to the computer without having to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent twelve dollars on popsicles, Sprite and Fresca. $4.80 on an Orange Dream Machine from Jamba, and ten dollars on the  prescription called 'Triple Mix' that numbed my throat for about 4 minutes. ALL on Phil's birthday. So, Happy Birthday Phil - you get a sick fiancee. Sorry dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of me, pick me up a Jamba or a snowcone and I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-since the last post Phil and I 'officially' got engaged. It feels good to have a ring on my finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8137048697104213332?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8137048697104213332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8137048697104213332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8137048697104213332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8137048697104213332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/mononuclwhatsie.html' title='Mononucl....whatsie?'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SI9eVRfHhSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tjXXsPXEA9E/s72-c/P7210706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2974654049540151388</id><published>2008-07-18T16:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:09.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work that updo. (82 days)</title><content type='html'>Since I have no job, well...I do, but it's been the worst/best summer job ever, I've been occupying my time with the little things that I'd usually stress over for the next few months. (And, they're usually the stresses I really don't have time for.) So..today, I went to my friend Emilee's salon to work on some hairstyles. We had a good time. I found a style I really like, so I wore it home and took some pictures. The pictures with the black cape were the first time we tried the style when I first got there this afternoon. The green shirt is the second time, and the one I wore home. So...there you go. I tried it down, half down and all the way up and I decided that with my dress - because it has a collar and is really decorative - I should just wear it all up and out of the way. So..here you go. Now I'm looking for earrings and a headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVMGTPjeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Epy9egdcZPY/s1600-h/P7180663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVMGTPjeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Epy9egdcZPY/s200/P7180663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224480340320423394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A knotty twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVMxsuZSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sC6ykE-DXcc/s1600-h/P7180664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVMxsuZSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sC6ykE-DXcc/s200/P7180664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224480351970026786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVNTbfXoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pdIGHleZhEA/s1600-h/P7180665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVNTbfXoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pdIGHleZhEA/s200/P7180665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224480361024544386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey. Frump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVN-gZs7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L7vHTbgTLT8/s1600-h/P7180671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVN-gZs7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L7vHTbgTLT8/s200/P7180671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224480372587869106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The collar of my dress is a little higher up, but close to my shirt's collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Em!! I'm stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nic&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/4662459491563627723-2974654049540151388?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2974654049540151388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2974654049540151388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2974654049540151388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2974654049540151388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-that-updo-82-days.html' title='Work that updo. (82 days)'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SIEVMGTPjeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Epy9egdcZPY/s72-c/P7180663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1904371131229577270</id><published>2008-07-17T17:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:09:49.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sandy.utah.gov/fileadmin/templates/images/police/sandy-logo-police.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sandy.utah.gov/fileadmin/templates/images/police/sandy-logo-police.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...today I got pulled over for going ten miles an hour above the speed limit on the hill of 10600 South. Booo to that. It's hard for me not to go over the speed limit when my car is going up a hill. And I sure did not know that the speed limit was 35 on that road. Jeez.  And I figured out what the source of my migraines are...every single nerve in my neck is pinched, especially right NOW! And if I don't even have enough money to pay for my car payment this month, how am I going to have enough money to flippin' pay for a flippin' ticket, that's going to be ... what...a hundred bucks? F-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1904371131229577270?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1904371131229577270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1904371131229577270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1904371131229577270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1904371131229577270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-thanks.html' title='No thanks.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3283740699976547357</id><published>2008-07-16T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:26:46.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New tat?</title><content type='html'>So...we're really into John Mayer around this blog. After looking at his blog, which is fun to look at by the way - http://johnmayer.com/blog - I noticed that he has some crazy new tats. So, after a quick google search, I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cityrag.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/16/john_mayer_tattoos_4_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cityrag.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/16/john_mayer_tattoos_4_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting, John. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the best part of my day. Well, I got a new swimsuit. And we ordered bridesmaids skirts today. They're going to KILL you when you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3283740699976547357?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3283740699976547357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3283740699976547357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3283740699976547357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3283740699976547357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-tat.html' title='New tat?'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1252508397675481627</id><published>2008-07-14T17:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:19:41.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080710/twilight-cast_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080710/twilight-cast_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news. We made it to four months of dating. Three more - well, a little less than three now, and we'll be married. Hip hip hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the day thus far: Me working a "Cookie Sale" instead of a lemonade sale with the little kids I nanny for every now and then. It was hot and I got more freckles on my legs, something I didn't know happened to my legs until I noticed in on our cruise. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seven days till JOHN MAYER!! I'm going to go buy his live CD from Los Angelos, well, I'll probably let Loni buy it, because I have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we're looking for an apartment/condo/basement to live in. If you know of one between $500-$650/month, close to the U or close to trax, and possibly two bedrooms - let me know, s'il vous plait and por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, any good ideas for Honeymoons? We're thinking Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-Twilight movie, anyone? I know we're exciting (we = Molly, Loni, Me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1252508397675481627?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1252508397675481627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1252508397675481627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1252508397675481627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1252508397675481627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-months.html' title='Four months.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4589394519699537516</id><published>2008-07-10T09:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:09.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYTYCD'/><title type='text'>Hum Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SHYr1oO4T3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JJIltz2efvE/s1600-h/so_you_think_you_can_dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221409018315558770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SHYr1oO4T3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JJIltz2efvE/s400/so_you_think_you_can_dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little anti "The Rocket Summer" for awhile. Maybe it is because everyone who seemed to like The Rocket Summer really liked The Format. I am not a big fan of The Format. They just don't do it for me. Last night I watched So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD). This is probably going to be the best top ten dancers they have ever had on this series. It is my favorite show. I am in love with it. I get chills and/or smile watching the majority of the dances. I love dance. Dance was my life for a good 17 years. I miss it. I miss the movement. Ugh...oh well at least I can watch others who are amazingly wonderful dance some kick ass choreography. I love Brand New they are for sure in my ultimate top ten best bands thus far. As is Third Eye Blind. I'm not going to lie...I LOVE the new New Kids On The Block song. It is the best song for Summer 2008. I can't even believe that it is already July. This year is flying by. I feel like I have so much to do. So much to do that I need to do before I am tied down with marriage and money problems. I have already planned trips that I am more than excited to take. Can anyone say Whistler???!!! Well good luck to the 12 dancers on SYTYCD (Except Comfort, cause she is not good at all). Hum Hallelujah and enjoy the rest of the summer. I suggest you listen to your favorite song really really loud. Go into a room all by yourself, turn up the music and dance around for 3.5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace on Earth is all I ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MollyE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4589394519699537516?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4589394519699537516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4589394519699537516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4589394519699537516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4589394519699537516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/hum-hallelujah.html' title='Hum Hallelujah'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SHYr1oO4T3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JJIltz2efvE/s72-c/so_you_think_you_can_dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7085131798242113413</id><published>2008-07-03T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:49:15.403-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland Fireworks Spectacular'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f409747e637f8ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f409747e637f8ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D0FCA7908BDE194950E414B3BF990AF7F9273BF.77572B349B5072C320736A6FD5ADF5C07138CF90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f409747e637f8ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Duce-ec9rw5AbMOakK2zFK3ziRj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f409747e637f8ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D0FCA7908BDE194950E414B3BF990AF7F9273BF.77572B349B5072C320736A6FD5ADF5C07138CF90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f409747e637f8ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Duce-ec9rw5AbMOakK2zFK3ziRj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know what Molly? I talk about you talking to Tennessee boy because I like to live vicariously through you. So, there. And...you know what? You and Jillian broke me into the workout regime, so thanks. I HATE working out, but I love the results. And for those of us on the Look Good Naked Diet...we need to work out, too, to get more results. And sometimes I need a little motivation while the elliptical machine is kicking my butt. So, I usually think of how hot I'm going to look in my dress or how much I love Phil/Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;So...the best part of my day was going to the Old Meeting House, making yet another deposit, then staying there in an non-air conditioned room for three hours, picking out cakes, invitations, guest books, and talking about linens. Oh my...if you don't think that sounds fun...then you're obviously a crazy person with a life. Because, we wanted to die after it. It actually almost ruined our day. Making decisions is very stressing, and making them together is sometimes double the stress. But, I'm happy to report that our cake is going to ROCK and guess what else? YES...THERE WILL BE A DANCE AT THE SWINK/GAISFORD RECEPTION! So..wear your clogs, not Birkenstocks, your clogging clogs. Or tap shoes. Or ballet flats. Or cowgirl boots. And you may want to bring a top hat and cane, Molly...Fosse.&lt;br /&gt;So, I nannied tonight (which I say nannied...because saying babysat just doesn't sound right for a 22-year-old). Sometimes when I'm nannying I see things outside of the windows and it freaks me out so bad that I usually hide. Not literally, but I grab my phone and hide my head behind my book and slump down in whatever seat I'm in. I hate houses with BIG windows. All they turn into at night are big mirrors, and they reflect everything. It's so scary. I swear I saw either a man, a deer or a Yeti tonight walk past the huge windows in the kitchen. Then, I reminded myself that I was inside the North Gate gated community and most likely their neighbor John Stockton was not going to try and scare me on Fourth of July's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Well...you all take care. Watch out for fireworks. Once I had to rescue my baby cousin from a stray firework that fell into my grandpas car's backseat. It's actually a really cool story, and I'd love to share it in person sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ps-do you like the RE-VAMP of the blog? If not...I'll take some suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7085131798242113413?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8f409747e637f8ad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7085131798242113413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7085131798242113413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7085131798242113413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7085131798242113413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-what-molly-i-talk-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2206739123342042595</id><published>2008-07-03T09:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:09.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Michales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim McGraw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYTYCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campfires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sliders'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SGz1geaf5GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CRH2PZZda0A/s1600-h/campfire_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218816006484386914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SGz1geaf5GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CRH2PZZda0A/s320/campfire_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week has been pretty good. I have stayed out way past my bedtime and I am feeling it today. One of my biggest goals is to stop cussing. I cuss more at work than I ever thought I would. It is not like I am thinking "I am going to swear right now!" It is more like "I am so damn frustrated, what the hell is the matter with people." But...hopefully this will change. I have started this new workout routine with Jillian. I am thinking we will be able to stick with it very well. Except...she made me go to a campfire last night instead of the gym. Don't worry we were kicked out of the canyon by a typical asshole cop and he kept looking around for beer. I was like "Dude, do we look drunk???" But, we stilled watched So You Think You Can Dance and it was so good. Mia Michaels...I LOVE YOUR DANCES!!!! I have SYTYCD Tivo'd on three TV's at my house. If you did not have the chance to see her two dances...come over ASAP because they will give you chills. I love dance, I miss dance. I miss the movement and the outlet of emotion that it always provided. I am so excited for Independence Day. I think I enjoy Canada a little more, but Independence Day is a paid day off of work...how can you not love it?? Nichole...why are you bringing up me talking to Tennessee boy? It is not that weird...I talk to everyone...seriously...that was lame...don't say stuff like that again. Anyway...I am going to light some fireworks eat some sliders and enjoy a bleu cheese hamburger this weekend. The next time I write, I will have purchased a pair of new cowboys boots and my transformation will have been completed. That is right...this summer I am going to be a cowgirl. Not a real one, but I have a hat, boots, truck, and Tim McGraw. By the way Tim McGraw was one of the funnest concerts I have been to in long time. I absolutely love concerts outside. I had way too much fun with Megan and Whitney. It was so fun to reminisce all about our childhood past. F minus, we were so strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was almost in two car accidents this past week...both times it was another car running a red light. What the...STOP TEXTING ON YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU ARE DRIVING!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Spain?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MollyE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2206739123342042595?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2206739123342042595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2206739123342042595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2206739123342042595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2206739123342042595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SGz1geaf5GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CRH2PZZda0A/s72-c/campfire_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-5446063895082104895</id><published>2008-07-01T16:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:31:59.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple leaves and ... drugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.indiewire.com/mattdentler/archives/canada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://blogs.indiewire.com/mattdentler/archives/canada.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Best Part of this Day is the fact that today is CANADA DAY!!! Go Canada (America's hat). We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Molly and Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to learn more about Canada visit this website....http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-5446063895082104895?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/5446063895082104895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=5446063895082104895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/5446063895082104895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/5446063895082104895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/07/maple-leaves-and-drugs.html' title='Maple leaves and ... drugs.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1586608217185030351</id><published>2008-06-30T16:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:34:00.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stevensandson.com/cuts/cuts/images/CallaLily_Colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.stevensandson.com/cuts/cuts/images/CallaLily_Colors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez...I'm so bad at this, huh? Sorry friends. Please forgive me!!&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the update on what's the best of my day thus far...&lt;br /&gt;I just ate two fun size Kit Kats, did the dishes, drank another huge glass of water, and listen to "Rehab" from Amy Whinehouse. Those are pretty good things. Also, I went to lunch with Dasha and Ashlee, two of my long lost friends, at Paradise. And we all know how I feel about Paradise and their paradisaical food!!&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on what has been happening in my life, since I apparently forgot how to type and write blogs...whoops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phil and I set a date. October 9th. We're working on the reception.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a flipping wedding DRESS on Saturday!! OH MY! That was a big purchase and super scary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm finally going to start my summer job on Wednesday. Flip. I need some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was very proud of Molly yesterday because she talked to the boy called "Tennessee Boy" in our ward, who is a talk, auburn haired man W/a Tenn. accent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I have no job, I'm planning parts of the big event scheduled for October 9th everyday. It's really nice to have a few months to plan. We're trying to have everything planned and ready to go by the beginning of school, and I think we will. I'm taking flower suggestions right now. Our colors are black and champange. Flower colors are red and orange. How do you feel about the 'flame' calla lilies? I heart them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I also heart these flowers...they'd look super cool in the bridesmaids hair. This florist man didn't think that...frump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.plumandlion.com/uploaded_images/IMG_4393-707977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.plumandlion.com/uploaded_images/IMG_4393-707977.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So...yeah. Life. And also Phil took me to Cafe Trio the other week and it was so good, that my life changed within a matter of seconds. I suggest it to all of you. AND butter beer snowcones. Oh my...if you haven't had one of those, then you are obvious a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;heart,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1586608217185030351?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1586608217185030351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1586608217185030351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1586608217185030351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1586608217185030351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-405969575700638221</id><published>2008-06-26T08:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:10.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Pan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim McGraw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>fridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SGO2UoOT7-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tke5rwkdHCM/s1600-h/peter-pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216213258936250338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SGO2UoOT7-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tke5rwkdHCM/s320/peter-pan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...this was a pretty good week. We got a new refrigerator (much needed!) I hit a bucket of balls...and I must say that I am pretty sure that I have a really good swing (so I have been told). I am currently eating a really really delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Peter Pan Peanut Butter is so amazing. It is the best peanut butter I have ever had. And I LOVE peanut butter!!! I am going to Tim McGraw tomorrow. That will be extremely fun, I am sure. Why?? Because I LOVE Tim McGraw. I also love the Irish. I love that they are able to have a voice in the EU even though they are one of the smallest country states in the system. They voted against the ratification of the Lisbon Treaty and have caused the larger member states within the EU to remember the little people. I think I could really enjoy living in Ireland. I am sure that the culture clash would be difficult, but I am not Catholic or Protestant so I wouldn't have anyone to hate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross you fingers that I get my $1.50 raise this week...that would be wonderful especially since I am obsessed with spending money. I really am. I LOVE to buy new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I taught Sunday School this past week. I really enjoy teaching. I learn so much more than I ever have. I have to admit that even now I still have a hard time paying attention when someone else is teaching, but I love the experiences that I have had. I have definitely become more comfortably bearing my testimony and my love for the Gospel. I love the church and I am so grateful that I have God to talk to everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly Emma&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/4662459491563627723-405969575700638221?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/405969575700638221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=405969575700638221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/405969575700638221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/405969575700638221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/06/fridge.html' title='fridge'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SGO2UoOT7-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tke5rwkdHCM/s72-c/peter-pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3700877234596719831</id><published>2008-06-19T09:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:10.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>kleenex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SFqARP1YzgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ElRAmabWUKQ/s1600-h/NJDHSS_Save3Lives_h_Hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213620552431357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SFqARP1YzgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ElRAmabWUKQ/s320/NJDHSS_Save3Lives_h_Hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it has been way too long and I do feel a little sorry for not telling the best part of my day. I have to admit that my days have been wonderful and I just have not taken the time to write about them. This is mostly because the last thing I want to do when I come home from work it get on the computer...Anybody who works in an office should understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I donated blood yesterday. This was the first time that I donated blood since I received a blood transfusion in 2006. I have to say that it meant a lot more to me knowing that what I was doing was in reality helping someone survive. I think I am a little odd because I really really like giving blood. I like everything about it. I love watching them try to put the needle in my arm, I love squeezing the stress ball, and I love the food that they give you after. Seriously. This was a mobile blood drive outside of my office. I was the last one there and had some good conversations with the workers. They were all about the same age as me. We talked about our majors and how none of us are using them and how all of us are always wanting a new job. It is good to know that there are so many people out there that are feeling the same as me. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently took the color test again. It is good to know that I have lost a little of my RED and gained a little more YELLOW. I have basically lost all my WHITE and still have a few BLUE characteristics to keep me leveled. Maybe some of the things that I have gone through (stupid life choices) helped me chill out and look at life in an excited way. I am excited for life and am excited for the different experiences that I have everyday. I love the people I am associated with even if they don't love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday has its ups and downs, but overall when I talk to God at the end of the day and reflect on life I always notice how many blessing I overlooked during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently took a family vacation to St. George and Las Vegas with my family. It was so nice to spend time with them and not have the thought of work lingering in my mind. I love my nieces and nephews. They teach me so many lessons and I am in awe with their little philosophies and attitudes. They are amazing. I love my sisters, brother, brother-in-laws, mom, and dad. I could not imagine my life without them. I look at my family and have hope. Hope to know that I will always be with them and they will always be there for me. You can't say that about the best of friends. Your family has unconditional love for you. I know I have unconditional love for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a long blog...I am very against long blogs...but I have had a great couple of months...except for allergies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MollyEmma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO RED WINGS!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3700877234596719831?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3700877234596719831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3700877234596719831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3700877234596719831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3700877234596719831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/06/kleenex.html' title='kleenex'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SFqARP1YzgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ElRAmabWUKQ/s72-c/NJDHSS_Save3Lives_h_Hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7536066946807777174</id><published>2008-05-06T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:28:19.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo en Espana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/images/photos/photo_lg_spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/images/photos/photo_lg_spain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I was planning on leaving for Europe this day (May 6th)...but instead I'm in love and don't want to be anywhere except within a few miles of Philip. So...there you go. I'm a little sad I'm not on my way to an adventure, but I feel like I'm on an adventure right now, because everyday is new and everyday is better than the day before. It's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I salute you Spain and Europe Trip of 2008. I shall see you another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, also, you should all know that as much as Molly and I don't see each other...we're still on the same menses schedule. But, we still can dance while we're on our menses, contrary to popular belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7536066946807777174?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7536066946807777174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7536066946807777174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7536066946807777174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7536066946807777174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-de-mayo-en-espana.html' title='Cinco de Mayo en Espana...'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1199894395049139274</id><published>2008-04-29T11:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:10.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo siento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SBdiNNpK1tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yUeXns28tlo/s1600-h/P2240237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SBdiNNpK1tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yUeXns28tlo/s320/P2240237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194728674335315666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes... it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my last final and now I'm just feeling like I don't know what do to! It's so great to not have a plan or a schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be flourishing now I that I'm done. I have a lot to fill everybody in on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right now I need a neck massage and some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1199894395049139274?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1199894395049139274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1199894395049139274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1199894395049139274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1199894395049139274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/04/lo-siento.html' title='Lo siento.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/SBdiNNpK1tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yUeXns28tlo/s72-c/P2240237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6996456085158327679</id><published>2008-03-28T17:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:10.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wynn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memphis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>WYNN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R-19ymHpS4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGwCmckYVBs/s1600-h/wynn-las-vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182937054352853890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R-19ymHpS4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGwCmckYVBs/s400/wynn-las-vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to Vegas and PS I am excited...my mood rarley stays constant so I have decided to chill out on my issues. And if you think I can do it...thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Memphis...I don't want them to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-6996456085158327679?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6996456085158327679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6996456085158327679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6996456085158327679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6996456085158327679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/wynn.html' title='WYNN'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R-19ymHpS4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGwCmckYVBs/s72-c/wynn-las-vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8751013152382190788</id><published>2008-03-20T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:10.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVERYTHING'/><title type='text'>ALASKA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R-KKKmHpS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4YX9ugiFb5Q/s1600-h/oil_pump_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179854436065430386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R-KKKmHpS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4YX9ugiFb5Q/s400/oil_pump_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my thoughts and concerns for 3/20/2008&lt;br /&gt;More domestic oil should be part of Washington’s “Economic Stimulus Package." As the Democrats in Washington have regained majority control of Congress, their unreasonable and extreme environmental policies continue to block our nation’s ability to harvest our own natural resources. No new oil refineries have been built in this country for more than 30 years. Washington politicians make lots of excuses but ever increasing environmental regulations and restrictions are a very real contributing factor. Here are some important facts that every citizen should know when they are inclined to complain about federal budget deficits and rising gas prices at the pumps:&lt;br /&gt;Alaska can be part of the solution. A recent study by the Congressional Research Service (CRS) provides information on the federal revenues that would be generated by opening a small portion of the Coastal Plain of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR) for domestic energy exploration. According to CRS, developing ANWR’s 10.4 billion barrels of oil would generate $94.8 billion in federal income tax revenues and $42.8 billion in royalties. That’s roughly $138 billion in revenues to the federal government from energy production on just 2000 acres of the 1.5 million-acre Coastal Plain in the 19.6 million-acre refuge. To put that in perspective, the revenues from ANWR could: fund the Department of Interior for 13 years (at the proposed budget level); fund the Environmental Protection Agency for 17 years; fund DOE’s Energy Efficiency and Renewable Energy (EERE) program for 110 years; fund the Army Corps of Engineers – Civil Works Department for 15.7 years; or fund the National Institute of Health and its cancer research programs for 4.7 years. We can continue to lock up vast domestic energy supplies, spend $1.233 billion per day on imported oil, and stand by idly as our economy suffers, or we can reduce our dependence on foreign oil, decrease the burden on federal taxpayers, and put Americans to work producing American oil. The choice is ours.Add to this the fact that the Clinton Administration locked up one of the world’s largest supplies of clean burning coal and other fuel resources with its immense federal land grab in Utah for which relief is still sought in our state.Reasonable environmental protections can be realized without completely sacrificing our own abundant natural resources in this country. However, it will take a real “makeover” in Congress to reverse the unduly restrictive policies and laws adopted by Congress before we will see any real improvement in this critical area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MollyE (and other pissed off Conservatives).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8751013152382190788?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8751013152382190788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8751013152382190788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8751013152382190788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8751013152382190788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/alaska.html' title='ALASKA?'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R-KKKmHpS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4YX9ugiFb5Q/s72-c/oil_pump_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7319061535666637275</id><published>2008-03-14T07:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:11.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinnie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Refuge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huss'/><title type='text'>V.I.S.I.O.N.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9qFFyyTjkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l3r9qUMOhCU/s1600-h/other+other.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177597056194416194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9qFFyyTjkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l3r9qUMOhCU/s320/other+other.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women, don't stand by your husband if he is having ses with a 22 year old huss. I bought a new pair of jeans last night and the whole time I was thinking "I really should get a smaller size because these will stretch out and I will be very upset. Well I wore them today and I can already tell they are going to get larger. I blame this on Allison G. That is who I purchased them from and PS I still like them, I just am getting skinnier I guess. Good thing...best part of the day?? Probably. Well I can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all. It is the refuge that I have built to flee. Here's a New Jersey name for ya...VINNIE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jazz vs. Boston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iranians vote for new Parliament today. I think few surprises are expected.&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/4662459491563627723-7319061535666637275?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7319061535666637275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7319061535666637275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7319061535666637275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7319061535666637275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/vision.html' title='V.I.S.I.O.N.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9qFFyyTjkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l3r9qUMOhCU/s72-c/other+other.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2333615896088153564</id><published>2008-03-13T23:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:11.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Starie Decisis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9oNriyTjjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9bID-6y8m1g/s1600-h/IMGP3110%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9oNriyTjjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9bID-6y8m1g/s400/IMGP3110%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177465763339144754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starie Decisis&lt;/span&gt;: commands the court to let previous decisions stand and not upset that which is settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Thursday March 13 will be several things: meeting some amazing people during elections, making some life long/eternal friends, wearing a teal tee shirt for TWO weeks straight, playing 'hookie' with my Edu. candidates, meeting Edu. professors and having the backing of the whole College, being the gossip around the Focus/Spork camps, AND the election being done, voting being done, and campaigning being done. Election results 8.5 hours. I'm so stoked. And so ready for San Fran. I'm exhausted. Also...I have a HUGE midterm tomorrow. So, prayers/positive energy are encourage from all my fans out there in cyberspace/real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2333615896088153564?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2333615896088153564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2333615896088153564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2333615896088153564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2333615896088153564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/starie-decisis.html' title='&quot;Starie Decisis&quot;'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9oNriyTjjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9bID-6y8m1g/s72-c/IMGP3110%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-425757517852432298</id><published>2008-03-12T20:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:11.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ulcer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate america'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellowstone'/><title type='text'>Silent Laughter???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9iTgiyTjiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AQ92CbiP9nA/s1600-h/yellowstone-canyon-with-falls-5_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177049958965284386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9iTgiyTjiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AQ92CbiP9nA/s320/yellowstone-canyon-with-falls-5_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I was sitting at my desk at work and I thought..."I hate most of the people I work with." Now when I say I hate I think I really mean it, even though it is extremely toxic to my soul. It's not a dislike it is more of a "I can't stand you at all." As I was thinking this I laughed out loud and thought..."I am not meant to be in the Corporate America that we call life." I can't handle people who turn into corporate zombies/pigs, therefore I won't do it myself. For example "Upper" management is making the support staff take quizzes in order to go to Vegas for the convention. Personally I know that the owners in our system only want to see the support center contacts, but heaven forbid "Upper" management listens to those who pay their bills. Anyway I think it is ridiculous. I am not going to take quizzes to go on a work trip with people I don't want to be around 24 hours a day. I laugh out loud just writing this because seriously, it is the dumbest thing I have ever been involved with, besides when I was stupid and would go get drunk. However, that was fun and these quizzes are just a waste of my time. Hahahaha. The Jazz are down by 5 and they are just killing me. Literally killing me. I think I am going to get another ulcer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait... The Jazz just won. It's about time they do something right!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MollyE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I seriously contemplated working at Yellowstone National Park this summer. Except I would be taking a pay cut, I do however think it would be totally enjoyable. I really like the outdoors and hiking and well...biking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-425757517852432298?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/425757517852432298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=425757517852432298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/425757517852432298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/425757517852432298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/silent-laughter.html' title='Silent Laughter???'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9iTgiyTjiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AQ92CbiP9nA/s72-c/yellowstone-canyon-with-falls-5_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1753935951848536127</id><published>2008-03-11T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wore my Chacos today. YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9dNYiyTjhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/22TQv0MlQUw/s1600-h/DSC06056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9dNYiyTjhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/22TQv0MlQUw/s400/DSC06056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176691380735675922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      *I've been listening to a lot of Mae, because Mae is springtime music.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Student Appreciation Day at the U of U Bookstore. I went with my friend Ali A down there to take a break from campaigning, and had quite the exciting time. First of all, there were a lot of free games and free prizes to be won. First, we saw a darts game where you could win candy or U hats. So, I threw the first dart I've ever thrown before and hit a balloon on the first try and won myself a Twix that I'll probably eat tomorrow or give to the cute Spork guy. Then, there was a money machine..you know, one of those machines that has a bunch of cash in it and they blow all this air and you have to grab as much cash as you can in something like 15 seconds...so, I had to turn this Wheel of Fate like contraption, and of course, since it was my lucky day, I did hit the "Money Machine" section, instead of the "Candy bar" section that Ali hit. So, in I went for 15 seconds. When I got in the machine, I noticed that there was probably twenty bucks in cash, the rest was Monopoly money..stupid U!!!!!!! So, the air began blowing and I grabbed six handfuls of 'cash' in fifteen seconds. It was nuts. In those six handfuls was $6 and two coupons! GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;Then I held hands with a boy running in the Spork party. Which is a bad/good thing because we're not really running against each other, because the only people I'm running against are people running for Education Assembly. So...most likely this Spork boy and I will get married and then I can really say "I'm sleeping with the enemy" instead of just saying that now and having no real evidence...&lt;br /&gt;"Good times...good times!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Nic G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1753935951848536127?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1753935951848536127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1753935951848536127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1753935951848536127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1753935951848536127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wore-my-chacos-today-yeah.html' title='I wore my Chacos today. YEAH!'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9dNYiyTjhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/22TQv0MlQUw/s72-c/DSC06056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4501215513935235568</id><published>2008-03-11T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:11.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skittles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza'/><title type='text'>Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9c-bCyTjgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pm4usOyLcws/s1600-h/cat_magnets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176674931010932226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9c-bCyTjgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pm4usOyLcws/s400/cat_magnets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...I was watching the Best Movie of the month, but a phone call came through and I am unable to finish it at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a really good CD and had some pizza today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am done with the skate boy and have moved on with someone new. Don't even worry I can't go to the zoo because I am SINGLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crosby is back so hockey is better than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jazz are doing well and I am pretty sure that I am going to the meet the Jazz party because my boss knows I am obsessed with Millsap and Brewer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do my laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politics are a mess and I want to go back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoy Skittles.&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/4662459491563627723-4501215513935235568?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4501215513935235568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4501215513935235568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4501215513935235568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4501215513935235568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/attraction.html' title='Attraction'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R9c-bCyTjgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pm4usOyLcws/s72-c/cat_magnets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-5759433783666427805</id><published>2008-03-03T20:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:11.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Focus Party'/><title type='text'>Best part ____________</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R8zCyU5iioI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F47SEytvrLY/s1600-h/FOCUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R8zCyU5iioI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F47SEytvrLY/s400/FOCUS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173724241801153154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of my weekend was a combination of missionary coming home, the campaign beginning and Molly's date with Skate Boy, who turned out to be a Jacob (from Twilight...c'mon, you know this by now...). So, I'll sum up by saying things with missionary are going well. Campaign began on Saturday. We got there at 8 AM, figured out where we wanted our posters, and when 10:00 AM hit, we raced around the MBH putting our posters up, where the SAT was going on at the moment, creating a few obstacles. I didn't notice until Kim Sobotka (running for Education Assembly, also!) noticed that it says "College of Business" on my poster...ahhahah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running for Assembly in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEGE OF EDUCATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Business...so, if you're an Education major, you can vote for me. I'd appreciate your vote! If you'd like a free tee-shirt/free food/free love (not really, but kinda...) let me know...Also, please visit http://www.thefocusparty.com/ for more information on The Focus Party, our platform, and more pictures of your friends. Make sure to vote March 12-13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh...if you haven't seen John Mayer in his Borat sling shot picture...you need to check it out. It's definitely rated R though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-5759433783666427805?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/5759433783666427805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=5759433783666427805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/5759433783666427805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/5759433783666427805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-part.html' title='Best part ____________'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R8zCyU5iioI/AAAAAAAAAGM/F47SEytvrLY/s72-c/FOCUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-565592867388493959</id><published>2008-02-27T22:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:12.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best part of the day thus far...for reals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R8ZLzqtMbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/socFfgCRCzY/s1600-h/BT-ohsnap-catalog-4758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171904573090852178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R8ZLzqtMbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/socFfgCRCzY/s400/BT-ohsnap-catalog-4758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best new song: The Hush Sound "Wine Red"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best new concert as of tomorrow: Joshua Radin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best new t-shirt...: Please note picture above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh...and best new boy "Skate Boy" and "The Boy-we don't know his name, but see him everywhere!!!!"&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;RON PAUL REVOLUTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nichole and Molly (Back and stronger than ever!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-565592867388493959?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/565592867388493959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=565592867388493959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/565592867388493959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/565592867388493959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-part-of-day-thus-farfor-reals.html' title='Best part of the day thus far...for reals...'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R8ZLzqtMbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/socFfgCRCzY/s72-c/BT-ohsnap-catalog-4758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3488876469549390689</id><published>2008-02-20T22:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Geographic pictures make me cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R70U06tMbUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kKJCS-Uz1_w/s1600-h/suns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R70U06tMbUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kKJCS-Uz1_w/s200/suns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169310846635765058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;..as promised. Oh dear. I love that book. And now I'm obsessed with learning more about Afghanistan. What a scary place. I can't believe how they treat women...I'm not even going to start on that. But, I read this article in National Geographic about the Hazara's. Oh my...they are the most beautiful people. (I can't post the pictures, so just check them out and cry...http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2008/02/afghanistan-hazara/mccurry-photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend/brother bite the dust. He's engaged. Loser. He hasn't even been home from his mish long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with John Mayer. I'll admit to that anyday. I am just not entertained by anyone else. I use to only listen to Dave Mathews Band, then I moved onto Ben Harper, then Ben Folds, then Our Lady Peace, Something Corporate, and now all I listen to is John. Oh well. I have all his CD's and am totally content to listen to only them. Although, I do like Jack Johnsen's new CD...but I can only listen to it when I'm not driving, so basically I don't listen to it a lot. It makes me semi-sleepy. Well, it makes me all the way sleepy actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta manana,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3488876469549390689?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3488876469549390689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3488876469549390689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3488876469549390689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3488876469549390689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/national-geographic-pictures-make-me.html' title='National Geographic pictures make me cry.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R70U06tMbUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kKJCS-Uz1_w/s72-c/suns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4800984138797852814</id><published>2008-02-19T22:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:12.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a lot to catch up on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vD_KtMbRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-NskjLSI9i4/s1600-h/Target_05_75_PMS186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vD_KtMbRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-NskjLSI9i4/s200/Target_05_75_PMS186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168940487310863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes this is just a journal entry/place to release my thoughts. Today I went on a Field Trip to Holiday Lions Pool in Holiday with the lovely chillins' from the Rowland. Every now and then I think "This day was a waste of makeup..." Now, that may be pessimistic, but really...girls should know what I'm talking about. Sometimes it's just lame to get ready. That was today. I went to bed late because I was reading, then woke up early because I had to be the first one there today (at Rowland). I got semi-ready, with the hopes of wearing my sweats, instead I wore jeans and sweatshirt. And then we went swimming after lunch. The kids see me as a target of everything, because I overreact at everything. (ME??? No...) Everytime a kid touches me, I scream. Everytime they splashed me, I chased after them splashing them back. I'm the best. But, see...it was a waste of makeup. I was planning on going to get my food handlers permit tonight, but driving home, I realized I had more homework that I thought, and I didn't really feel that great. So...I didn't go. Then I found out I can't go next Tuesday. I'll probably get fired. But, not really, because remember? I'm the overreacting counselor that all the kids like to make fun of. Oh, and today a kid jammed my finger because he ran into it running 90 mph. My boss freaked out and yelled that I was going to have to do a a bunch of Workers Comp stuff. Well, I put some glorious Sonic ice around it, and felt better. It wasn't broken...don't worry. I know you were worried, thinking I had a cast on my pinkie. Not.&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to do...onto bed, and my list of things to do before going to bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to wash my face, because once I got home from work, I showered and never got ready: including no blow drying of hairs or makeup or bra (let's be honest...).&lt;br /&gt;Will Ferrel is on Jay Leno. I love him so. He is hilarious to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Spanish Midterm tomorrow, that I haven't studied for..but who's kidding? I don't really study.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;, because it is consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, hello....did you all see the Cullens? I guess this calls for one more picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vE56tMbTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EoJKwP6CyHk/s1600-h/the+cullen+fam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vE56tMbTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EoJKwP6CyHk/s200/the+cullen+fam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168941496628178226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;List your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas Noches.&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vEQ6tMbSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mzLwF7Ug9xU/s1600-h/will-ferrel-filmography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vEQ6tMbSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mzLwF7Ug9xU/s200/will-ferrel-filmography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168940792253541666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4800984138797852814?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4800984138797852814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4800984138797852814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4800984138797852814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4800984138797852814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-have-lot-to-catch-up-on.html' title='We have a lot to catch up on.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7vD_KtMbRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-NskjLSI9i4/s72-c/Target_05_75_PMS186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8528029493823085895</id><published>2008-02-18T16:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:12.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7oduKtMbQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_91n4ORFyoE/s1600-h/booksh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7oduKtMbQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_91n4ORFyoE/s200/booksh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168476201346166018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need a book case. It's a very specific one though. I need it to be tall and skinny and can fit between my closet and my window. I have books all over my room, but I'd like them to be organized some how. Maybe the ones I've read on the bottom shelves and the ones I want to on the top shelves.&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone needs to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fudge &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales From a Fourth Grade Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;I told my favorite student at Rowland to read them, and she loved them.&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; and loved it so much that I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt; the second I had some cash. Now that I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suns, &lt;/span&gt;I can't put it down. I am so interested in what's happening in Pakistan and Afghanistan because so much of the stories from their are twisted and media-ized. I have been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/span&gt;, also. But, I'm not into it as much as Hosseini's books. Since I've been in college I think I've been a better reader. I actually enjoy reading and have developed comprehension skills that I didn't have before. I got through books I never thought I would, and I'm proud I have. I may have hated someone of them, but I got through them. That's the theme of college: Doing what you have to, to get the grade. I have to read some pretty stupid/disgusting books in some of my English classes. Thankfully I just read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House of Mango Street&lt;/span&gt;, which was short, sweet and youthful. I've tried to adopt the attitude "When I'm a teacher..." because when I'm a teacher I will not force my kids to read stupid books. Some of the required reading in high school is so ridiculous. I'll let my kids read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Goosebumps&lt;/span&gt; if it gets them to read, because I hated being forced to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/span&gt;. I also hate subjective teachers. You know, the teachers that only agree with themselves. They aren't good teachers. They're the teacher that will shoot you down and disagree with you for saying "Heathcliff was a symbol of _____ to me in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;..." then they give you an F for speaking up in a class of intimidating people. Hate those teachers. I won't be that teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jumper today. Hayden Christenson is such a babe. Oh man. That movie wasn't even that great, but he is beautiful. It kept me entertained. And it showed so many cool places in the world that I want to go to! I'm going to include a small list now of places I plan on going to someday when Mr. Nichole and I have lots of money and time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pyramids in Eqypt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Machu Pichu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Versailles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;London&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Vatican City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thailand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washington D.C. (I've been there, but I love it. I'd like to go back when I have time to go through all the Smithsonian's.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rio and the Galapagos Islands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Easter Islands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Australia - To go to an Opera, of course!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, I could go on, but then it would just get crazy and too detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me amo,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8528029493823085895?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8528029493823085895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8528029493823085895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8528029493823085895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8528029493823085895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/stacks.html' title='The Stacks'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7oduKtMbQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_91n4ORFyoE/s72-c/booksh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8788719130618324436</id><published>2008-02-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:13.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7E9LKtMbPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V9EjJbd-j_A/s1600-h/the+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7E9LKtMbPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V9EjJbd-j_A/s200/the+office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165977509632437490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really not sure what to do this summer. I worked way too much last summer and went to school. I hated every minute of it. All I wanted to do was eat snowcones and go to Disneyland/the Alpine Slide, but I couldn't because I had to get up early everyday and go to school then go to work with devil children all day after that and get paid to get sunburned, dehydrated and in fights with my 'boss'. I really don't want to do that again. I really would like to work or go to school. Not both. NO thank you. If I went to school, I would maybe get one whole semester done, which then I'd have two and a half years left instead of three. I could take one class, that may count for two classes I think, that lasts only a week and is from 8:30 am - 4:00 pm. Yeah...brutal, but it would be over very quickly. I survived EFY one week at a time, I could totally survive a Special Ed. class. Then I could take the basic teaching and learning class after that at 4:35-7:05 Tues and thurs for five weeks. I could live through that. So...that's one choice. OR I could not go on a cruise/DisneyWORLD (notice the emphasis.) with my family in June and take two Spanish classes, as well as the other two listed classes, and not work at all.&lt;br /&gt;Option B is to work close to full-time. Either I could be a summerworks counselor (Rowland Hall's summer camp program) or see if my boss would hire me as her secretary or something, which I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know. Share your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my day was when we went to the service auction and bought a text from Christ Amundsen for $93. Amazing. It wasn't real money, it was money that equaled an amount of canned food that Lindsey Duncan brought. She was nice enough to share with us..since we forgot about the canned food thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to T.G.I. Fridays after. Green Bean Fries and Peanut Butter cake/cheesecake...so great. And we had a great waiter.&lt;br /&gt;AND the writer's strike is off, apparently...That means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;. "Live every week like it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shark Week&lt;/span&gt;." -Tracy Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;AND there was no snow during the commute today. HOW AMAZING? SO AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Ok..now I have to finish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The House on Mango Street&lt;/span&gt;, which I like, but I really want to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;. So, excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;hasta,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8788719130618324436?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8788719130618324436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8788719130618324436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8788719130618324436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8788719130618324436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/summer.html' title='Summer?'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R7E9LKtMbPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V9EjJbd-j_A/s72-c/the+office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6044555350321929497</id><published>2008-02-10T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:01:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;I have no time. But , I wanted to post this video. Make a comment on here, not on youtube. My whole class  + the whole internet will be watching my video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and plus. John + Alicia = Grammy's. Aren't you excited? I'm taking time off from 'mi tarea' (que horrible!) to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjzGwck5exA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjzGwck5exA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-6044555350321929497?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6044555350321929497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6044555350321929497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6044555350321929497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6044555350321929497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/mi-dia.html' title='Mi dia'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4347545381498321131</id><published>2008-02-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:13.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos tardes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R6jMXDL38II/AAAAAAAAAFM/a10duYcbjQM/s1600-h/P2040005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R6jMXDL38II/AAAAAAAAAFM/a10duYcbjQM/s200/P2040005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163601669144440962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot of great things happen in the past week, just not enough time to talk about them, so before you worry that I'm depressed/negative, know that sometimes people just get to busy to do things, like blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought two picture frames(one for my diploma and another for the picture of me and Molly on Splash Mountain by ourselves), Across the Universe, the new Jack Johnson CD and got eight free tickets to the Band of Annuals/The Brobecks this Saturday night. Sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had Horchata for the first time. It was soooo good! I love it from Molcasalsa the most. I had to do a Spanish project this week, so my group decided to do a food review. We went to Molcasalsa and La Puente, got the same things from both places (except flan from La Puente and churros from Molcasalsa), then ate them, review them, and taped ourselves talking about them. Pretty exciting, eh? But, really..if you haven't tried Horchata, call me and we'll go to Molca right now.&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee and I are planning a Spring Break trip to San Fran. Anyone want to go? Planning party WITH Magic Cookie Bars and American Idol tonight. Call me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm off to vote and deposit a check at American First and then go to work, because I'm a hard working American. If one more jerk tells me who to vote for I'll ram the Focus into their front steps. I only talk politics with my family and Preston, the Iraq war veteran in my Analysis of Argument class, because he doesn't vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4347545381498321131?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4347545381498321131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4347545381498321131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4347545381498321131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4347545381498321131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/02/buenos-tardes.html' title='Buenos tardes!'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R6jMXDL38II/AAAAAAAAAFM/a10duYcbjQM/s72-c/P2040005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6216047722499257663</id><published>2008-01-29T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:13.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taco Salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NHL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Textbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5_YuzL38HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6CAEKATmqCU/s1600-h/20051212034825!Libertarian_Party_of_Canada_Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161081996515471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5_YuzL38HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6CAEKATmqCU/s320/20051212034825!Libertarian_Party_of_Canada_Logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had another Taco Salad. The jury that would have tried my father is a bunch of punk vampires. Boo to punk vampires. I love my dad. It is hard to imagine my life without him, but I will carry on with the situation handed to me. The peace that I hopefully will feel in the future will help me out. That is the best part of the day, the fact the God works in ways that I don't get, but I know he is there and will always help me out in the end and through it all. That was a long sentence. Take the attitude that bad crap happens, but there are good things constantly surrounding you. Best part thus far: Taco Salad, the peace, and the strength to carry on through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NHL...you know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron Paul...you know it. (Romney, pull out the votes in FL!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you see that Jazz game last night??? Do you love the Jazz??? I don't know how or why, but the Jazz make everything in life bearable.&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/4662459491563627723-6216047722499257663?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6216047722499257663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6216047722499257663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6216047722499257663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6216047722499257663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/textbook.html' title='Textbook'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5_YuzL38HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6CAEKATmqCU/s72-c/20051212034825!Libertarian_Party_of_Canada_Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8660789956041185064</id><published>2008-01-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:13.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best part of the day: I may have a secret admirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R56rMzL38GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2sP3SvNyOHo/s1600-h/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R56rMzL38GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2sP3SvNyOHo/s200/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160750459399958626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a somber day, so I'm glad to report on some good things that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, made it to my English class early, and then it was canceled. Now, you may think that's not so great - but it was. I talked with some friends and had a good time. And I wrote a good poem for my class, which I will post on here probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to communications class in white out conditions, I sat in the institute, eating chili in a bread bowl. Then Brett and I went to gelato. First of all, they had chocolate hazelnut AND Nutella gelato!! Nutella is one of the best parts of my life thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I came home, checked the mail for a missionary letter, I found a package for me instead. Now I swear, I do not remember bidding on this or buying it - but I got a rare John Mayer CD in the mail. For REALS! It was from eBay, and had no papers inside. Usually it would have something inside, but it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;This is a CD I've wanted for a while, and I've been searching for! I have no idea how it came to me, all I've decided is I most likely have a secret admirer. And if it's you - thanks! I love it! And I love you, well maybe...it depends (kinda)! Maybe it was John himself, or maybe it was someone I really have a crunch on, which would be great. Or maybe it's a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really, really, really think that Edward Norton is a good actor and think he's a good looking man. I want to watch Fight Club now. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta,&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8660789956041185064?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8660789956041185064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8660789956041185064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8660789956041185064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8660789956041185064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-day-i-may-have-secret.html' title='Best part of the day: I may have a secret admirer'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R56rMzL38GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2sP3SvNyOHo/s72-c/ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4667395112561031381</id><published>2008-01-28T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:13.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Hinckley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indiana Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steel Magnolias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>We'll Still Have Eachother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R55yqjL38FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ul6cUvu_1eU/s1600-h/pres+hin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160688298338283602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R55yqjL38FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ul6cUvu_1eU/s320/pres+hin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could I have waited longer to write on this blog...yes, but I have decided that life is good so I can now write about the best parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I am listening to every version of "Under My Umbrella" that I can get my hands on and devour the lovely lyrics in such different sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of the day thus far is for sure not the six inches of snow that I had to clean off my new truck...yes I said NEW TRUCK...without a scraper deal thingy. Ugh...and I didn't wear a coat today. Pretty sure I think I am in San Antonio or somewhere in the mid 60's. But I did get to talk to my mom during work. I like it when my mom calls me at work. I just love my mom I don't know what else to say about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I last wrote, I have gone to concerts, bought a new truck, updated my ipod, prayed more, received a temple recommend, visited my sisters, talked to my brother-in-laws, laughed at the vamp, watched Indiana Jones for the first time, cried watching Steel Magnolias, dreamt about a boy I shouldn't be thinking about, listened to more country, pondered President Hinckley's life, loved my daddy more and more, and grown a better understanding of what family is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family more than life itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stick it out till the end. I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4667395112561031381?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4667395112561031381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4667395112561031381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4667395112561031381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4667395112561031381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-still-have-eachother.html' title='We&apos;ll Still Have Eachother'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R55yqjL38FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ul6cUvu_1eU/s72-c/pres+hin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-609964658359151524</id><published>2008-01-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:13.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TBP of Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5zytDL38CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c_V0_JtMqjc/s1600-h/jmumbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5zytDL38CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c_V0_JtMqjc/s320/jmumbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266128822890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*This is a response to the quiz about what you all wanted to read about. So, here's your best vampire sighting of 2008.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of church was when "the vampire" came in, same there were no seats, except for one chair behind me and sat down there. After the sacrament, he noticed where he was sitting, who he was sitting by and became aware of his lack of defense and RAN! Literally he ran out of the cultural hall. Thinking he was gone, we all laughed at him. Now, "the vampire" is really this beautifully strange guy in the 24th Ward. His name is really Aaron (I said that hoping he'd read this...). But, because he is beautiful, possibly cold and stone like, and doesn't socialize with anyone or acknowledge them, Molly, Kyle, Brett and I call him the vampire. We've even got several people in the ward calling Aaron the vampire (i.e. Bubba, Trisha, Jake, John, Bishop Bourne, the Stake Relief Soc. presidency). About ten minutes later, Vamp came back in, saw Molly sitting there (who is his Bella, and therefore is repelled by her scent) and sat three rows ahead of us. What a crazy guy. Although he is beautiful. I also saw a female vampire today in the 17th ward. I stared at her, then she looked at me, didn't smile, and turned her nose up. Vampire. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yes John Mayer is probably a vampire because he is super sexy and looks like a vampire/Johnny Depp in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. My internet isn't working so well, so I couldn't search for a very good real vampire. That'll be another post. That's why you get JM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-609964658359151524?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/609964658359151524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=609964658359151524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/609964658359151524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/609964658359151524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/tbp-of-church.html' title='TBP of Church'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5zytDL38CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c_V0_JtMqjc/s72-c/jmumbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-311914082581562500</id><published>2008-01-24T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:14.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best part of decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5jOojL38BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EMQ--gOoDC8/s1600-h/flag+spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5jOojL38BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EMQ--gOoDC8/s200/flag+spain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100569188036626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of decisions are the fact that nothing is set in stone until you've been accepted and paid the tuition for the program. I've been struggling with the idea of going to Spain for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Pros (as my mother had me list last night):&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish my B.A. language requirement in five weeks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;3.The experience.&lt;br /&gt;*Notice there are three.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Cons (as I listed last night also):&lt;br /&gt;1. I can do the same thing for half the money at the U this summer (meaning, take SPAN 2010 and 2020, a little more than five weeks though.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no idea how to travel in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't necessarily want to backpack. There are certain things I just don't want to carry on my back for 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's WAY too much money.&lt;br /&gt;5. This means I can now get married this summer.....JUST KIDDING, I just want to confirm all your thoughts, then shoot them DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much stress, nausea, tears and bloodshed (jk..sorta.) I have decided not to go. I feel lame and sad about this decision, but in the end of it, I just don't have the money or global awareness, as of yet, to travel there. It's going to be getter for me to stay here and buy a new car/and go to school all summer long. And I'm going to take an adventure, just not to Spain quite yet. New York or San Francisco will be just fine for me right now. Or a cruise to Belize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-311914082581562500?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/311914082581562500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=311914082581562500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/311914082581562500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/311914082581562500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-decisions.html' title='Best part of decisions'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5jOojL38BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EMQ--gOoDC8/s72-c/flag+spain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4699463378653323092</id><published>2008-01-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:14.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best part of waking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5TaK_DsJuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D56Mgux0_ak/s1600-h/hofele-design_largo_rs_20_porsche_cayenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157987355506517730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5TaK_DsJuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D56Mgux0_ak/s200/hofele-design_largo_rs_20_porsche_cayenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up to 18 inches of snow outside. So great, for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;a. Didn't have to wake up at 6:30 and drive in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Don't have to drive in it for work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. By the time I do go somewhere, it'll be plowed. That never happens on Cardiff Road. We must be the last road in SL/Cottonwood Hei. to get plowed. (OH MY THE PLOW JUST CAME DOWN THE ROAD!!! Self-fulfillment...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished &lt;em&gt;Atonement&lt;/em&gt; and started &lt;em&gt;Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;. And I'm going to Market Street for lunch AND roller-skating/roller-blading at Classic tonight. My first attempt at Stake F.H.E. I hope Pres. Plumb gives his Porsche (...are there enough consonants in the word?) ride away to me, since he, according to first-hand-accounts, gives his car away for the night. So, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed, even when I'm snowballing with someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Loni played the new Ashlee Simpson song. It sounds like a glorified &lt;em&gt;Kids Bop&lt;/em&gt; song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm not really a car person...c'mon, I drive a Ford Focus, but if I had my way, someday I'd drive a black Porsche Carrera. I think they have got to be one of the sexiest cars out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nichole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4699463378653323092?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4699463378653323092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4699463378653323092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4699463378653323092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4699463378653323092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-waking-up.html' title='Best part of waking up'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5TaK_DsJuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D56Mgux0_ak/s72-c/hofele-design_largo_rs_20_porsche_cayenne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7345556858150603613</id><published>2008-01-20T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:14.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of the past...week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5QX4PDsJtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U0jnmcRQzxo/s1600-h/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5QX4PDsJtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U0jnmcRQzxo/s200/DSC05190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157773728128181970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...not doing so well. Crap. I'm sorry fans.&lt;br /&gt;It kind of scares me that this is like a journal. It's very incriminating, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I have this bad obsession with the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency show. Right now she's at this spa with one of her models. I wish I was at a spa with some crazy motherly lady like Janice. Well, not really...I think it's just that I'd like to be at a spa. Getting a facial/massage is the most beautiful and best thing you can ever do for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....time for the list&lt;br /&gt;1. 27 Dresses. I love movies with happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buying two cd's at the efy store (Actually called f.y.e.) for $9.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate Hazlenut gelato on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;4. The hope of sleeping in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Turning in my study abroad application this week. No more stress.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finding out Minis Cupcakes has a real bakery. They are the best thing about The Farmer's Market...and Henna tats (miss those, hence the pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7345556858150603613?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7345556858150603613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7345556858150603613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7345556858150603613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7345556858150603613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-pastweek.html' title='The best part of the past...week?'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R5QX4PDsJtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U0jnmcRQzxo/s72-c/DSC05190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2336252274173669917</id><published>2008-01-15T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:14.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TBPTDTF 1.15.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R42QWvDsJsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MIwNYP_WKDw/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R42QWvDsJsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MIwNYP_WKDw/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155935868672550594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. American Idol beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Asparagus for dinner. Best veggie out there thus far.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pancake House + Book of Mormon Go Fish after.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wearing my Urban coat instead of my ski coat because I wasn't outside today at work. YES!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Straight hair day.&lt;br /&gt;6. Homemade chocolate chip cookies. (A lot of the Best Thus Far's deal with homemade food from Janeen Gaisford's kitchen...)&lt;br /&gt;7. Playing Monopoly at work with Al, the strange kid. He knows way too much about Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spending a lot of the day with Kim, my long lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;9. John Mayer's 'Say' video. Love it. He would be the best kisser/maker outter, wouldn't you agree? Beautiful mouth.&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2336252274173669917?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2336252274173669917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2336252274173669917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2336252274173669917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2336252274173669917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/tbptdtf-1152008.html' title='TBPTDTF 1.15.2008'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R42QWvDsJsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MIwNYP_WKDw/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8187888649803935689</id><published>2008-01-15T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:14.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grilled Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomato Soup'/><title type='text'>Impressionist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R41-GPDsJrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VI9iBzOcUHA/s1600-h/warhol-tomato-soup-709501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155915793995409074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R41-GPDsJrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VI9iBzOcUHA/s200/warhol-tomato-soup-709501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love art.  Andy Warhol, I love him though I don't really get him most of the time.  I am a Impressionist Freak!  I love Degas, Monet, Renoir, Caillebotte, Pissarro, Serov, Manet, Morisot, Cassatt, Cézanne, Sisley, McTaggart, Bazille, Hassam, Metcalf, Robinson, Korovin...the list could go on forever.  One day I will have to compile the list of my top favorite artists of all time.  I give a high five to those who have to ability to express themselves through the various visual arts.  Best part thus far: Monk, Grilled Cheese Sandwiches with Tomato soup, listening to music during work, and my sister Nicole for helping me have another stress free week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You used to be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Molly.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't be Green, save the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8187888649803935689?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8187888649803935689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8187888649803935689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8187888649803935689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8187888649803935689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/impressionist.html' title='Impressionist'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R41-GPDsJrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VI9iBzOcUHA/s72-c/warhol-tomato-soup-709501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-4875579748199955299</id><published>2008-01-14T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short stack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4xDO_DsJqI/AAAAAAAAADs/tBQjiBd7L3U/s1600-h/gelato_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4xDO_DsJqI/AAAAAAAAADs/tBQjiBd7L3U/s200/gelato_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155569598156514978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite part of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spain From a Backpack&lt;/span&gt; in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;My reading skills are really picking up. High five to the Engl. program.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm glad I was never the bad kid in my family. The bad kid gets my mom outside their door listening to every word during their *private* phone conversations. I know this because I live in the room next door to the bad child and watch my mom listen, without trying to look too obvious...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta manana&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Congrats to Brett and his *First Prize* winnings.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. totally going to my favorite place in the morning, no not Dolcetti Gelato!! The Pancake House!! The best would be if I get chocolate chip pancakes WITH chocolate hazelnut gelato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-4875579748199955299?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/4875579748199955299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=4875579748199955299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4875579748199955299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/4875579748199955299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-stack.html' title='Short stack'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4xDO_DsJqI/AAAAAAAAADs/tBQjiBd7L3U/s72-c/gelato_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2964152303840041916</id><published>2008-01-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:15.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie sequels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steamed vegetables'/><title type='text'>II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4wWCPDsJpI/AAAAAAAAADk/5kTf5kbjum8/s1600-h/prince-and-me-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155519901089932946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4wWCPDsJpI/AAAAAAAAADk/5kTf5kbjum8/s200/prince-and-me-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part of the day thus far has to be the fights before the actual hockey game starts. I love the aggression, the emotion, the hockey sticks pounding against the wall. I love it all. I love hockey. I love sequels to movies with only one of the original actors a.k.a. The Prince and Me II: The Royal Wedding...and The Cutting Edge 2: Going for the gold. I love the unexpected and the totally obvious. Best part thus far: hockey fights, made for TV sequels, and steamed vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my Malkin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one.two.three. I have made out in the stacks...why would I know where they were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2964152303840041916?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2964152303840041916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2964152303840041916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2964152303840041916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2964152303840041916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/ii.html' title='II'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4wWCPDsJpI/AAAAAAAAADk/5kTf5kbjum8/s72-c/prince-and-me-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-9188931679316665383</id><published>2008-01-13T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:15.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4rt8fDsJoI/AAAAAAAAADc/cHWNShhrlaY/s1600-h/NamasteLarge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4rt8fDsJoI/AAAAAAAAADc/cHWNShhrlaY/s200/NamasteLarge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155194346863863426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a list. I love lists. Everyone knows that. I also love bullets (as in numbered points...) So...the best part of my day/weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mean Girls. One of my top five movies. It's on right now. I love Tina Fey. I love how unskanktified Lindsey L. used to be. Poor misguided soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home-made chocolate pudding. Made it while watching Mean Girls. Two favorite things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another good part of my day was discussing books and movies at the dinner table. I'm trying to read Atonement ever faster now, so I can go see a movie. I want to see how awful it really is, because I still don't have an opinion on the book after reading it for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday I'm going to wash my car and put my 'Namaste' bumper sticker on. Love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another best part of my day was grilled cheese + The Prince and Me. Another top movie on my list because who doesn't want to make out in a college library? Count Molly and Nichole in on that 'want'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church. I just love our ward because it has so many colorful people. It's a prime spot for people watching. I taught a lesson in another ward in our stake today. Another prime spot for people watching. My suggestion is: Get a calling teaching. Stand up in front of everyone and be quiet. Just wait for looks of "Is this an object lesson? I really hate object lessons."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best part of yesterday: the little boys I nanny for asking if they could play Halo and if I would play with them. Then after me giving them the 'Are-you-sure-you-don't-want-to -just-watch-Indiana-Jones?" look, the ten-year-old asked "Can we just play for ten minutes?" So, we did. I felt empty inside. That game is scary and gross and full of aliens, which I'm semi-afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, that about sums it up. Looking forward to week numero dos of school and turning in my Spain application. Also, I need to catch up my movies, would like to go to the OneRepublic concert and read Jack Kerouac and go to his reading on Saturday night. Also...would like to go to Sundance. (When did this turn into a 'want' list.....?)&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-9188931679316665383?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/9188931679316665383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=9188931679316665383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/9188931679316665383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/9188931679316665383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-list.html' title='The best list.'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4rt8fDsJoI/AAAAAAAAADc/cHWNShhrlaY/s72-c/NamasteLarge.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6074075950251790767</id><published>2008-01-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:15.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Okur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Crunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4mpXfDsJnI/AAAAAAAAADU/OoIrhPIBvoU/s1600-h/ron_paul_desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154837469441304178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4mpXfDsJnI/AAAAAAAAADU/OoIrhPIBvoU/s320/ron_paul_desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best part thus far: Mehmet Okur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Molly.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early church...let's see how long I last.&lt;/span&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/4662459491563627723-6074075950251790767?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6074075950251790767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6074075950251790767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6074075950251790767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6074075950251790767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/crunch.html' title='Crunch'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4mpXfDsJnI/AAAAAAAAADU/OoIrhPIBvoU/s72-c/ron_paul_desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3435739268637468415</id><published>2008-01-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:15.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mute buttons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whopper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch break'/><title type='text'>Lunch Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4gEWPDsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/wvJ7GX1kDww/s1600-h/mute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154374553571173970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4gEWPDsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/wvJ7GX1kDww/s200/mute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nichole's blogs are way too long. I hope no one expects me to go on for that long. For one thing I get bored if I write that long. The best part of the day for sure would have to be my whopper from Burger King. Now I feel that a lot of my blogs are about food, and they are. My lunch break is how I make it through the day. Once I make it to my lunch break I am set for any problems that may arise later. Today was especially different. I do not know that last time I ate a hamburger from a fast food restaurant chain. Wait I take it back, I ate at Hire's with the Gaisfords. But Hire's doesn't count for anything. First of all it is not that good of food. I just have to say that it takes a lot for me to feel inclined to eat fast food. It is not that I think I will get fat, it is the fact that it never sounds appealing. Well today it did and I enjoyed it. It will probably be another year or so before I feel the need to eat a hamburger, but I hope it will be as good as my Whopper was today. Best part thus far: Whopper, Lunch Breaks, and the mute button during telephone conversations with people that you think and/or know are bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crosby is my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Molly.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go Jazz, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3435739268637468415?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3435739268637468415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3435739268637468415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3435739268637468415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3435739268637468415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/lunch-break.html' title='Lunch Break'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4gEWPDsJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/wvJ7GX1kDww/s72-c/mute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2352360179112416461</id><published>2008-01-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:16.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4fnXPDsJkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GaBlAYqXA2w/s1600-h/jack+bauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4fnXPDsJkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GaBlAYqXA2w/s200/jack+bauer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154342684913837634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing that great happened yesterday. I was sick feeling, tired feeling and decided to watch 24 without working out. It was just Thursday, which nothing very exciting happens on Thursday anymore, since The Office is on and I don't have school on Thursdays. It's just one of those catch up days. Now, don't get me wrong--I love catch up days as much as I love weird kids walking through the institute wearing Indiana Jones hats (just happened), I just hate not doing something. I'm just too hyper/A.D.D. to sit around and feel good about it. Esp. when I'm sick. This is why I'm so pumped up for today.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Friday is going to be nannying. Now, you all know I work at Rowland Hall, the private school for the extremely wealthy. Rowland Hall parents will pay anyone anything for doing something they don't want to do, like hanging out with their own kids. Of course there are parents who aren't like that, but there is a general population that does fit into the stereotype. So, last winter I was approached by a mom of three and asked if I would nanny on Fridays after school. I thought that sounded fine, so I accepted. Best thing I ever did. I picked up either the kids, sometimes it was just one of them or all three of them, took them to our favorite places to eat, listened to Dane Cook, laughed, then drove them home and would hang out with them for a while until the mom came home. It was amazing to get paid for this. First of all, we'd go to my favorite places to eat, like Paradise and Cancun Cafe; secondly, I'd end up peeing my pants because the twin's who are ten would say the strangest things and know the strangest things, and thirdly, I'd get paid extremely well for hanging out with one to three kids for about four hours on Fridays. Needless to say, I'm excited for today, because in a few minutes I'm going to go pick them up. Who knows what we'll do, but it's going to be a good time. Being a nanny is the best job of all time. And kids are the best friends you could ever ask for. They hold your hand, they tell you that you're beautiful, they laugh at your jokes, they let you play their Wii, they remember things you tell them. It's a good experience for me. I've learned a lot about them.&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is one of my resolutions. I decided that when I'm with people I'm going to not answer the phone or text, unless it's my family, because they only call when they have to talk to me. I've decided that the first guy I meet who doesn't answer his phone when he's with me and doesn't text friends/old girlfriends when he's with me--I'm going to marry. People have real issues with cell phone etiquette. Don't you hate it when you're in the middle of an important conversation with someone, their phone rings and they proceed to answer it and talk for twenty minutes? All while you're still with them?? YEAH!! I DO!! This is why I'm really working on it. And this is why you should really work on it, too. Next time you're talking with a friend, reject the call - even if it's your best friend, they'll understand. Don't text in front of people. Just wait till you're alone. I swear I'm not the only one feels this way. And guys--don't ask girls on dates through texts. Just flirt with them through texts, then call them or better yet -- meet up with them in person and ask them out. How ingenious I am!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok...time to nanny.&lt;br /&gt;Chau,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2352360179112416461?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2352360179112416461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2352360179112416461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2352360179112416461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2352360179112416461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-yesterday-and-today.html' title='The best part of yesterday and today'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4fnXPDsJkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GaBlAYqXA2w/s72-c/jack+bauer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-7054675826771470965</id><published>2008-01-10T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:16.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arguing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saylee Accomplishments'/><title type='text'>Montage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4bxJ_DsJjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GkI5EMf21D8/s1600-h/afv_bergeron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154071977420138034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4bxJ_DsJjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GkI5EMf21D8/s200/afv_bergeron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I go again...today I watched AFV. Probably one of my favorite TV shows ever even. I don't like the animal videos, probably because I don't have a pet. Or most likely because they are never really that funny. The videos that win are never usually that hilarious. What gets me the most are the montages of people falling or running into things. I can sit there and watch it over and over again and laugh harder every time. I absolutely love watching people fall and/or run into things. I also love to piss people off and I most definitely love to argue. This is because 96.8% of the time I am right. The best part of the day thus far: AFV, arguing for the better cause, The Jazz lead in the middle of the 2nd, and baby Saylee sitting up all on her own!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace to the cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Molly. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so excited for the new Indiana Jones movie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-7054675826771470965?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/7054675826771470965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=7054675826771470965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7054675826771470965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/7054675826771470965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/montage.html' title='Montage'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4bxJ_DsJjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GkI5EMf21D8/s72-c/afv_bergeron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1311415394706573254</id><published>2008-01-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:16.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All-Star Hockey'/><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4WzpPDsJiI/AAAAAAAAACs/TvlsP_nLbqs/s1600-h/logo_uss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153722869593417250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4WzpPDsJiI/AAAAAAAAACs/TvlsP_nLbqs/s200/logo_uss.gif" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here is the deal. Today was a tough day, but I think some good has come from it. I had a good day at work because I was able to get caught up on some things that have been lingering in my inbox. I am just so damn popular and everyone insists on sending multiple follow ups for everything. Oh my...calm down franchise owners!!! Ha. I sorted my laundry. This is a big deal because usually I go weeks and just end up buying new items if everything is dirty. I have already stated earlier that I am very disorganized. I am cool with this, I just hope that the guy that I marry knows that I don't really clean and I certainly do not cook. I can bake, but oh I can't cook. I watched some more hockey. Enjoyed the highlights of the Detroit/Colorado game last night...PS one of the most interesting hockey games that I have ever watched. Those players were amazing. I entered to win tickets to the All-Star Game in Atlanta. If I win, Nichole is coming with me and you will all just wish you would have won tickets. To sum of the best part of the day thus far: Ron Paul 7% in NH, emails, laundry, and All-Star dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Molly.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Datsyuk is amazing and I heart him 107 %.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1311415394706573254?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1311415394706573254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1311415394706573254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1311415394706573254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1311415394706573254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4WzpPDsJiI/AAAAAAAAACs/TvlsP_nLbqs/s72-c/logo_uss.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-5726656653649689296</id><published>2008-01-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:16.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of 1.9.2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4V39PDsJhI/AAAAAAAAACk/NCIxu91nKXc/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4V39PDsJhI/AAAAAAAAACk/NCIxu91nKXc/s200/DSC05310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153657242493134354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of 1.9.2008 thus far was observed early this morning. It was ridiculous weather to go to school in, but I did anyway, because a) It's only the second day of classes; b)I had work later in the day, so I might as well just be up there; and c)I love my English professor.&lt;br /&gt;Today in English we all chose a poetry book form this huge red, rolling suitcase that our professor brought from, most likely, his own personal library. So, we opened the books, put our finger on a line, wrote that line down, then passed the books and proceeded to do that. We wrote two our own lines and wrote a title. It was AMAZING! My poem may or may not make sense. I really like some parts, and really don't care to try to decipher other parts, but I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Playin’ by the rules – half the time&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To die but not be forgotten – that’s true long life&lt;br /&gt;if you aint sure&lt;br /&gt;of cornmeal muffin mixes&lt;br /&gt;three summers in the earth&lt;br /&gt;the kindled bed become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;a landscape of flame&lt;br /&gt;nothing will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;All things will change&lt;br /&gt;By ten Mr. Grady the art teacher was alarmed by the colors I chose to paint with: red,&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;black and purple&lt;br /&gt;That serenity could have ever accompanied&lt;br /&gt;We could hardly believe she was ever a little girl&lt;br /&gt;The absentminded smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Already firmly set on each face&lt;br /&gt;He was more than an external majesty&lt;br /&gt;Old age superbly rising! Ineffable grace of dying days!&lt;br /&gt;Match Majnoon (he kneels to pray on a wine-stained rug)&lt;br /&gt;or prayer will be nothing, distempered mild by exiles&lt;br /&gt;We call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;mischievous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;or snow falling as I trudge to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;OSH&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you a real crip?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;“Yep.”&lt;br /&gt;Silent as hoodoos, hoodoos&lt;br /&gt;They were imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;also.&lt;br /&gt;Ever want to crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;In someone’s arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And sing them a song that’s sexy like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;John Mayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;-Nichole Gaisford (with the help of a few others, esp. Cary Brothers music...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Isn't that great? You should all try it. Plus, I get to go to Indian Hills Middle School and do some volunteering to figure out if teaching English to crazy middle schoolers is really what I want to do. So exciting.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I hope you find something to be excited about.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Nichole  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-5726656653649689296?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/5726656653649689296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=5726656653649689296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/5726656653649689296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/5726656653649689296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-192008-thus-far.html' title='The Best Part of 1.9.2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4V39PDsJhI/AAAAAAAAACk/NCIxu91nKXc/s72-c/DSC05310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1663249905183957561</id><published>2008-01-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:16.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of 1.8.2008 thus far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4RgbvDsJgI/AAAAAAAAACc/18dVBoXJRik/s1600-h/loni+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4RgbvDsJgI/AAAAAAAAACc/18dVBoXJRik/s200/loni+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153349903223367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of 1.8.2008 was about ten minutes ago. I worked out (which consists of riding a bike for 45 minutes, then doing something awful like sit ups for 15). All of this happens while I'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;, which is a show I really like because it raises my heartbeat while I work out, so I burn more calories...at least that's what I tell myself. Who knows if it's true? I had wanted to get in the hot tub after working out, but I didn't really think it was going to happen until Loni, my little sister, made me stop watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; and get in the hot tub with her. I really like Loni. She is the greatest. We have good talks. I'm grateful to have her as a sister so we can gang up on Allison, the other sister, or Sean, Allison's boyfriend. Loni will cuddle with me and listen to music with me and go shopping with me. Pretty much my favorite things to do...well, at least among the superficial things I like to do. And those are Loni's sneaks in that picture. Ashlee took that picture. Props to both.&lt;br /&gt;Another best part of the day was the fact that I had all my homework done by 2:00 today, because I don't have school on Tuesday or Thursday. That was amazing, because I've always gone to school everyday, all day, every year I've been in school. But, it just so happens that this semester the classes I needed were offered right after each other on MW with a discussion group on Fridays for Analysis of Argument.  After last semester of six classes/17 credit hours between SLCC and the U, I needed a break. I'm really looking forward to my classes. As much as I complain about school, I actually really like it. I'm too hyper to sit at home and do nothing! Thank Heavens for school.&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches.&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1663249905183957561?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1663249905183957561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1663249905183957561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1663249905183957561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1663249905183957561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-182008-thus-far.html' title='The best part of 1.8.2008 thus far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4RgbvDsJgI/AAAAAAAAACc/18dVBoXJRik/s72-c/loni+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-8900283002121472948</id><published>2008-01-08T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:16.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blokus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><title type='text'>Blokus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4QTlPDsJfI/AAAAAAAAACU/ztLkeBozodg/s1600-h/BlokusBoard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153265404036785650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4QTlPDsJfI/AAAAAAAAACU/ztLkeBozodg/s200/BlokusBoard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided that this week I was going to try and not stress so much because PS I stress out about absolutely everything. I am not exaggerating!! I am a stress freak!!! A very disorganized stress freak. I think I just need to move to Scotland and live in the highlands for a year. That would probably help me put the important things into perspective. What is important? For me it is a nice car. I am just materialistic like that. But I shouldn't stress out about it. I think I am going to take French, then I can move to Canada understand everyone and watch hockey without everyone feeling the need to tell me how lame the sport is. It is not lame and I enjoy it 110%. Ryan I am sorry that I let you down on giving up on the Jazz. I hope for your sake and for my sanity that they can pull it together. The best part of the day thus far would have to be playing Blokus with my nephew Brady. I hate playing games as many people know, but when you play Blokus with Brady's rules you just enjoy yourself the entire time. I love my nieces and nephews. Brenton, Kylee, and Tessa were at my house during my lunch break and we watched Harry Potter while eating Pizza. I heart Harry Potter so sue me. To sum it up...best part of the day thus far: Blokus, perspectives, Brady, Brenton, Kylee, Tessa, and Saylee (even if she cries when I hold her), Harry Potter, and Hockey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Molly.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Korver does not look like Ashton Kutcher...Korver is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-8900283002121472948?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/8900283002121472948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=8900283002121472948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8900283002121472948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/8900283002121472948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/blokus.html' title='Blokus'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4QTlPDsJfI/AAAAAAAAACU/ztLkeBozodg/s72-c/BlokusBoard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-942725862124618378</id><published>2008-01-07T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of 1.7.2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4LRUPDsJeI/AAAAAAAAACM/OvBm5XZapHk/s1600-h/you-can-study-anything.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4LRUPDsJeI/AAAAAAAAACM/OvBm5XZapHk/s320/you-can-study-anything.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152911069234865634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    So, the best part of my day was when Hannah said "I don't mean to be mean or judgmental, but your friends are really weird..." Then I ask her how they were weird and who. She listed two people who she met at my birthday party...to which I preceded with the comment, "Oh..ya...they're not that good of friends." Then I laughed and realized I was in a stupid auditorium, which I really already hate and believe should not be a classroom, but rather a place just for poetry readings/anecdotal rambles.&lt;br /&gt;Second part to the best part of my day--&lt;br /&gt;  My friend Sarah and I are English Teaching Majors. We think we're cool, mostly because we are in real life, but also because we're taking 'Teaching Language Arts' @ 8:05 MW in the upstairs of the FREEZING OSH. So, being the enthusiasts that we are, we looked forward to our premier English Teaching class together. Good news, our teacher is amazing. Yes, he may be old enough to be our father, but he is totally the prime English Professor, and we totally have slight crunches on him. He is so passionate about his teaching, and I hold him in high respect for that. It's very attractive, but remember it's just a crunch, not a crush..there is a difference for me. He was explaining that we need to attend three events that are some how linked to English. We could go to a play, the ballet, a poetry reading, but not clogging. Then he yelled this: "Does clogging count? NO IT NEVER COUNTS!" OH my GOSH. I almost cried. I even wrote it down, ask Sarah. She watched me. Then we both turned red because this man is a GENIUS! Genius, I say. I just wanted to conclude with the fact that I am so happy with my major, so excited for school, and so happy to have professors who are passionate about what they teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I going to either fall asleep, go to FHE or eat a quesadilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-942725862124618378?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/942725862124618378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=942725862124618378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/942725862124618378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/942725862124618378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-172008-thus-far.html' title='The Best Part of 1.7.2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4LRUPDsJeI/AAAAAAAAACM/OvBm5XZapHk/s72-c/you-can-study-anything.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-3668818420023920494</id><published>2008-01-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:17.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taco Salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Individuals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Spa'/><title type='text'>Trendy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4K_ofDsJcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zhX0vWrN4rc/s1600-h/jazz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152891625917916610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4K_ofDsJcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zhX0vWrN4rc/s200/jazz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The day started off with me coming to the realization that I have been trying to avoid for weeks that the Utah Jazz just aren't that good. At least not as good as I thought. The best part of this (seeming some good can come from it) is the fact that even Ian began to agree with me. I didn't have to argue, it is now a known fact. I guess I can go back to my "I Hate Basketball" club. I believe I might be the only member, but that is ok. I am ok with being an individual and I am also ok with being part to the united whole. Our surroundings are what help us become an individual. I hate it when people say that they aren't or they are trendy. Just do what you want. Like what you want to like and dislike what you dislike. Don't let stereotypes ruin your individual. It is good to be a stereotype...it is good to be an individual. Life is hard enough without trying to fit in or not fit in. Hey, I wear cowboy boots one day and VANS the next. Life is great and live it the way you want to. This of course if you are not hurting the greater good of the society by your choice in lifestyle. Oh my this went on for way too long. I guess I should get the best part of the day thus far...For sure it would have to be my taco salad that I had for lunch. I love tacos and I love salads. I guess that means I can never go wrong with a taco salad. Peace to you all. Go see a really good movie that makes you think and go to the gym to work out. I love how I feel after I work out. To conclude...the best part thus far (including 2 hours from now) Utah Jazz realization, Individuals, Taco Salad, and The Spa/Gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Molly.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still love Millsap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-3668818420023920494?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/3668818420023920494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=3668818420023920494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3668818420023920494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/3668818420023920494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/trendy.html' title='Trendy'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4K_ofDsJcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zhX0vWrN4rc/s72-c/jazz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-201078206278202871</id><published>2008-01-06T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of 1.6.2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4G9r_DsJbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h7sJ_WU0mg0/s1600-h/cinnamon+roll.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4G9r_DsJbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h7sJ_WU0mg0/s200/cinnamon+roll.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152608012047492530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Best Part of 1.6 Thus Far is the looming fact that, alas, school begins tomorrow...and for me it begins at dawn's early light (A.K.A. 8:05, OSH 226). For the past month of no school/no real stress, I have really come to learn several things about myself. A) I learned how throw stuff away that I didn't need anymore after cleaning my closet; B) I learned how to live on a lot of late nights, little sleep, and early mornings; C) I learned how much I really like skiing and going fast; D) I learned that I can really like hip-hop, because I can dance to it; E) I learned how to make the *best* Shirley Temple around, besides the one I got at the RHSM Christmas party at the SL Country Club last year; F) I really kind of enjoy driving in the snow; G)I really hate working out, but I didn't enjoy kick boxing on Wednesday mornings at the Spa. There are more, yes, but these are just some I can think of. So, Happy New Year! Have a great day at school tomorrow (wherever that it). Have a good day at work tomorrow if you don't go to school, because you're graduated. But, most of all, reflect what you learned about yourself this past month, and write a blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we ate cinnamon rolls tonight for our treat. And 7-layer dip. And jalapeño jelly and cream cheese. And pomegranates, which are a delightful treat, and good for your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con carino,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-201078206278202871?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/201078206278202871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=201078206278202871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/201078206278202871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/201078206278202871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-162008-thus-far.html' title='The Best Part of 1.6.2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4G9r_DsJbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h7sJ_WU0mg0/s72-c/cinnamon+roll.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-606654314367355154</id><published>2008-01-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:17.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savion Glover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car Horns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Car Horns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4FJr_DsJaI/AAAAAAAAABs/yDyv0EGnJrw/s1600-h/jan+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152480468698670498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4FJr_DsJaI/AAAAAAAAABs/yDyv0EGnJrw/s200/jan+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I didn't get to write the best part of my day from 5-Jan-08 because it happened at around 11:48 PM (MST) last night. I drove to park city with some of my friends to see Savion Glover. If you don't know who that is I suggest you type it in your Google search bar and you can become enlightened with the sounds and movement of that which is raw art. I didn't know that I could smile for that long. Amazement overtook all of my emotions for an hour. Wait...the best is yet to come. After the performance we were invited to an exclusive after party to meet Savion and his group. It was at some ritzy art spotlight on Main Street Park City. Food and wine everywhere!!! Savion finally arrived and oh my if he is not the sweetest most soft spoken artist I don't even know what I said to him, but is was the best part of yesterday for sure!! Another thing that I decided probably is the best invention is the car horn. I just know that I would have no idea how to handle myself in a vehicle without the use of a car horn. Amazing!! And the best part is that they don't all sound the same. I just love them. To summarize my 5-1-08...Savion Glover, car horns, and of course Ron Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Molly Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-606654314367355154?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/606654314367355154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=606654314367355154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/606654314367355154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/606654314367355154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/car-horns.html' title='Car Horns'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4FJr_DsJaI/AAAAAAAAABs/yDyv0EGnJrw/s72-c/jan+08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6882037672432850553</id><published>2008-01-05T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Part of 1.5.2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4B13_DsJZI/AAAAAAAAABc/AIDI7Kke3WQ/s1600-h/lucy+the+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4B13_DsJZI/AAAAAAAAABc/AIDI7Kke3WQ/s320/lucy+the+guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152247578392012178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had a life changing experience back in June when Heather and I drove to Vegas to see John Mayer. Now, many of you may remember me saying "I hate John Mayer. He sucks." And I did say that, but that was when Continuum first came out, and I just listened to the first two songs and didn't listen to it again. Now I'm not saying the first two songs suck, it's just if I'm not hooked to the CD in the first two songs, I take it out of my CD player and don't listen to it until a friend says something about it or I hear it on a movie soundtrack. You should all know how that goes. So, Heather mentioned something to me about going to Vegas to see JM probably when school was out and she came home for a weekend  - so we'll call that late April/early May. So, I started listening to JM again, but the reason I was excited was: a) Ben Folds was opening - one of my top favs; b)I love vacations; and c)I had four days off between my normal job and my summer job. So, we bought tickets, got a hotel room, packed up the CR-V and drove to Vegas in a matter of hours. We spent about $550 at Urban Outfitters, ate at the Cheesecake Factory, cried at the Bellagio Fountains, and looked like lesbians in our Birkenstocks/Chacos, knee-length shorts and full coverage tee-shirts. It was life-changing, I told you so.&lt;br /&gt; That prelude leads me to The Best Part of The Day Thus Far. So, I went out with my best friend Mitch, who got home two weeks ago today, tonight. We went to the temple, went to Rio, Target, and drove around, taking pictures with my new camera that I'm trying to figure out. I wrote this list of CD's I wanted for Christmas, and got two of them, but wanted two others: the new Angels and Airwaves CD and the Limited Edition of Continuum, because it has six *live* songs from the concert I went to last summer. So, at Target, I told myself I was going to buy a new CD. I found the Limited Edition Continuum and justified buying it because the first Continuum I bought when it first came out was inherited by Loni; the second, I listen to all the time...so I figured a third one would be find, and I'd give the second one to Mitch. So, that's what I did. I got an AMAZING CD, which you should all go buy - because I think supporting *good* artists, by buying their CDs from a store, is a good thing to do, instead of burn them from your BFF. If I think someone is good, I'll buy their CD three times to prove it.&lt;br /&gt; Another good thing that happened to me: I went to Staples and bought a can of compressed air to blow the dust, lint, etc. from under my keyboard AND my favorite pens because school starts in less than thirty-six hours. And that's when I'll really need this blog-when I have to find something positive to focus on everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-6882037672432850553?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6882037672432850553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6882037672432850553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6882037672432850553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6882037672432850553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-152008-thus-far.html' title='Best Part of 1.5.2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R4B13_DsJZI/AAAAAAAAABc/AIDI7Kke3WQ/s72-c/lucy+the+guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-2550436044141303145</id><published>2008-01-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:18.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lean On Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R37eUvDsJYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zdk6rq7awPg/s1600-h/pine_trees_wt_r_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151799471569118594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R37eUvDsJYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zdk6rq7awPg/s200/pine_trees_wt_r_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my boss (C) has decided to use a candle warmer and create an aroma of the most amazing Christmas Tree. I walked into my office today and was suddenly filled with the spirit of Santa Claus. I don't know how to explain it, but all day I felt like I was surrounded by about 24 Pine Trees. It was wonderful and probably the best part of the day thus far. Also another good part of the day...Ron Paul pulled out 10% voters in the Republican Caucus. Way to go Ron Paul, I give you a gold star for the effort and the final outcome of Iowa. I drove around in a rental car with Trisha and made fun of lame people. I am still shopping for a new car...oh my this has got to be one of the most enjoyable and/or stressful experiences of my entire life thus far. I haven't quite decided. I heard Lean On Me on the radio and it has made my day a gateway to the unexpected. To sum it up...the best parts of the day thus far: Christmas Tree Candles, Ron Paul, and Lean On Me. Thank you movin' 100.7!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to read the last Harry Potter again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-2550436044141303145?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/2550436044141303145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=2550436044141303145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2550436044141303145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/2550436044141303145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/candels.html' title='Candles'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R37eUvDsJYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zdk6rq7awPg/s72-c/pine_trees_wt_r_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-1929636700506435592</id><published>2008-01-04T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:18.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of 1.4.2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R36e8fDsJWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WOZbEazLWM8/s1600-h/Cherry7up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R36e8fDsJWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WOZbEazLWM8/s200/Cherry7up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151729785724740962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Friday thus far is around the time I save the Cherry 7-up, AKA The Elixir of Life, from blowing away!&lt;br /&gt;SIDE NOTE: It sure is a blustery day, isn't it amigos?&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting this morning, and thought the house I was at was going to take flight and blow away, Wizard of Oz style. Too bad I didn't end up hanging out with Toto (no, not the band..but I sure do wish!! They're in my top 149 bands), a Lion, Tin-Man and Scarecrow, wearing wicked red sequined shoes...But, I did save the 7-Up from certain misfortune. As soon as my heroine (no, not the drug, amigos) moment was over, I was so inspired to make a panini and eat the last Paradise chocolate chip cookie. My mom (AKA Janeen) got a panini maker for Christmas from Sean (AKA sister Allison's boyfr.). It is an amazing panini maker, esp. with the Emeril Honey Mustard, which just so happens to be my particular brand of spiciness.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R36fv_DsJXI/AAAAAAAAABE/FuEbIigcDmU/s1600-h/emeril+mustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R36fv_DsJXI/AAAAAAAAABE/FuEbIigcDmU/s200/emeril+mustard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151730670488003954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Props to spicy mustard. That will be another day and another blog.**&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-1929636700506435592?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/1929636700506435592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=1929636700506435592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1929636700506435592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/1929636700506435592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-142008-thus-far.html' title='The Best Part of 1.4.2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R36e8fDsJWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WOZbEazLWM8/s72-c/Cherry7up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6905134906916199881</id><published>2008-01-03T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:18.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr Pepper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jelly Belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Jelly Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R32DtvDsJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rSoOij7lwEo/s1600-h/057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151418370531009874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R32DtvDsJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rSoOij7lwEo/s200/057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok...so Nichole has been doing most of the blogging. Lame. Just because I have a full time job and I go to bed at 9:00 PM (MST) everynight does not mean that I don't madly love Paul Millsap. For sure the best part of the day thus far has been to allow a conversation of the previous Jazz game (last night) and discuss Millsap and Korver, both of whom I have major crunches on. Seriously, I just like tall men. This was even better because I was enjoying a Diet Dr Pepper at the time of this conversation. I know for sure I will have a good day if I have a Diet Dr Pepper by 11:00 AM (MST). Sometimes when I am at work I just want to throw something across the room and most of the time I do, but if I just allow myself that one indulgence it makes it all a little bit sunnier. That looks like I am talking about Sunnis and Shiites, which I am not. Oh and Jelly Belly's. Have you ever had a better Jelly Bean...I conclude that you have not. I mean that flavor...the flavors that melt in your mouth. It is an absolute moment of pure enjoyment. To recap...best part of the day thus far: Diet Dr Pepper, Jelly Belly's, and Jazz conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Molly Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Ron Paul Revolution 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-6905134906916199881?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6905134906916199881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6905134906916199881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6905134906916199881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6905134906916199881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/jelly-belly.html' title='Jelly Belly'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R32DtvDsJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rSoOij7lwEo/s72-c/057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-6005728822005508963</id><published>2008-01-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:18.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Part of 1.3.2008 Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Best Part of 1.3.2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R3090vDsJUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S1q9XFadAyM/s1600-h/DSC03935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R3090vDsJUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S1q9XFadAyM/s200/DSC03935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151341524976149826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only 12:40 in the afternoon, but I just witnessed The Best Part of My Day Thus Far. I'm at home today, because school hasn't started and I don't have to work 'till two. I've just been enjoying some Easy Entertaining with Michael Ciarello on The Food Network, and the doorbell just rang. Now, anyone knows that you don't ring the doorbell at the Gaisford's. If you do, we won't answer because:&lt;br /&gt;A) It's a possibility that you're Marilyn, the 'Avon Lady';&lt;br /&gt;B) You're the UPS man, who drops and runs;&lt;br /&gt;or C) You're obviously not cool enough to just enter without announcement, like everyone else/you're not a good enough friend to just let yourself in.&lt;br /&gt;  So, upon this reflection, I didn't really want to answer the door, but I did notice B Lunch was starting, and sometimes we have random people show up at our house for lunch. So, I ventured down the stairs to answer the door, when Lo and Behold, a very cute boy in a beanie is on my doorstep. "Who is this fox?" I thought to myself. So, I smiled and said hi. Then he was like "Hi..." And one of my biggest pet peeves is when someone calls/comes to you door unannounced and now expects you to carry the conversation. Freak. So, I said "Are you Alex??" Because he looked like Alex, Leslie Osborne's brother! For reals!! So the fox said "Uh...no, I'm Chris...from Questar...I need to collect a bill..." So I was like "Oh...you look like my ...friend Alex..."&lt;br /&gt;Now, normal people who have been embarrassed, but I really wasn't. Except for the fact that I crushed for 14 seconds on the Gas Man, which who knows what kind of diseases he was carrying around...jk, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;  So...good story, right? I know. That's why I blogged about this. I haven't even gone to my staff meeting, work today or worked out while watching the second season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm sure I'll find something else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;  And now I'll close with my name so you don't get confused,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-6005728822005508963?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/6005728822005508963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=6005728822005508963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6005728822005508963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/6005728822005508963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-132008-thus-far.html' title='Best Part of 1.3.2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R3090vDsJUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S1q9XFadAyM/s72-c/DSC03935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662459491563627723.post-183143233412956064</id><published>2008-01-03T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:39:18.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.1.2008/1.2.2008'/><title type='text'>The Best Part of January 1 and 2, 2008 Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R3yT4fDsJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tu4wHly97mQ/s1600-h/PC290172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R3yT4fDsJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tu4wHly97mQ/s200/PC290172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151154672423937282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    Since I didn't figure this blogging, not clogging --which would have been much quicker, stuff out until Kyle tried to 'one-up' us, this is being posted two...now three days late (12:30 A.M. 1.3.2008). Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    The Best Part of 1.1.2008 was definitely getting free chips and queso at Chili's in American Fork, after waiting fifteen minutes for a waiter to recognize five ravenous and hungover (off of moctails, non the less) customers. AND our waiter was a werewolf. Maybe this paragraph should have been one sentence w/o periods...and ending in "Thus Far." I'll work on this next time/next sentence/montage.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Best Part of 1.2.2008 Thus Far was when I slept in 'till eleven instead of working out, which isn't that great in the long run, when I wake up continually flabby, but it was good in the short run, which I would refer to as the shortest length a high school track team star would run, but I don't know what that is....you know what I'm saying, right? Let's hope, because right now it's 12:41 A.M. and Squints is running the fastest kind of track meet run up stairs while I'm trying to watch the third to the last episode of the first season of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;30 Rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so I may or may not be making sense. Another Best Part of My Day Thus Far was when I noticed Rachel Dratch plays a cameo on every episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. Now, I've always believed she was a little unfortunate looking, but rather funny, so I was thrilled to see that she can play many roles. She's hilarious. Especially when she played the 'blue thing'. I loved that episode, mostly because Tracy is hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662459491563627723-183143233412956064?l=bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/feeds/183143233412956064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662459491563627723&amp;postID=183143233412956064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/183143233412956064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662459491563627723/posts/default/183143233412956064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestpartthusfar.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-part-of-january-1-and-2-2008-thus.html' title='The Best Part of January 1 and 2, 2008 Thus Far'/><author><name>MollyEmma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11039144307908565754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV01AjL5Xsg/R3yT4fDsJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tu4wHly97mQ/s72-c/PC290172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
