<?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-4909348354538620919</id><updated>2012-01-30T09:41:39.896-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='London'/><title type='text'>Blah.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8921456199078997355</id><published>2011-10-26T23:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:59:52.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i've moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mralphmorrell.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://mralphmorrell.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit my new blog and say hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8921456199078997355?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8921456199078997355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8921456199078997355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8921456199078997355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8921456199078997355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-moved.html' title='i&apos;ve moved.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-5642092265318966863</id><published>2011-05-29T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:43:56.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I've just had a thought...... of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Have you ever just felt like...itchy? not on your outsides, but on your insides? that's how I feel right now. I'm stuck in this life that I have to live for another year (perhaps a little longer...) while I finish school. I'm tied down to provo.... but my insides just want something more. something exciting. I want to live somewhere where I can &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;things again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I think it's because I'm learning that I hate the familiar things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I like to be put in situations where I don't know anything. Where I don't know my surroundings.why? because then I can &lt;i&gt;discover...&lt;/i&gt; and it's through discovery that I find &lt;i&gt;inspiration&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'm lacking inspiration right now and I'm starting to feel the effects. Day after day I find myself doing the same thing I've been doing for 5 years. I go to school. I go to work. I come home and waste time doing pointless things. I want to be excited to wake up in the morning... and not just roll out of bed cause I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;don't get me wrong...I'm content. I realize and acknowledge that I'm definitely blessed to be living the life I'm living right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'm just missing that......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;..........spark.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3z__Nf8Dw4/TeHq42l8DLI/AAAAAAAABMA/nzgFs2BTEvk/s1600/mikey+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3z__Nf8Dw4/TeHq42l8DLI/AAAAAAAABMA/nzgFs2BTEvk/s400/mikey+tree.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need more days like this one....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5642092265318966863?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5642092265318966863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5642092265318966863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5642092265318966863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5642092265318966863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2011/05/itchy.html' title='itchy...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/-W3z__Nf8Dw4/TeHq42l8DLI/AAAAAAAABMA/nzgFs2BTEvk/s72-c/mikey+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3850539430464365770</id><published>2011-05-23T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:49:08.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life these days...</title><content type='html'>i've been away from London for over a month..... there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about that place --&amp;nbsp; the people, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the laughs, the tears, the inspiration, the fun. I wish i could have stayed in that moment (or those 3 months of moments) forever. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss waking up in the London Centre.... I miss public transit..... I miss walking down the street to Sainsburys to get chocolate covered raisins for 79p....I MISS saying things cost (insert number)P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....but life is different now. Instead of waking up in the Centre surrounded by 5 other guys and 33 girls...I wake up in a full-sized bed in my own room, with my own bathroom....2 full sized closets.......... which all sounds nice.... but in reality it's kind of lonely and boring. It was easy for me to replace my pre-London-life with London-Life..... but I'm finding replacing "London-Life" with "Provo-Life" quite difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I wake up 10 minutes before class starts (as happened this morning....) I panic. In London? not a big deal...I had 5 more minutes I could sleep if I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I want a home cooked meal (prepared by someone else) I have to drive to my parents house.... In London? I would come home to one every night (granted...it wasn't the BEST food in the world..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I want to see a decent live show I have to travel at least to salt lake and plan days in advance..... in London I could ride 6 tube stops to get to Leicester Square to find a random show to see last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most of my conversations with friends happen over the phone.... in London - all conversation was face to face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to drive to get to a public park.... in London it was right across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on...and probably on some more. But I won't...the fact remains...I miss London.... but I'm learning to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy working 2 jobs (still at BYU and at Banana Republic) and going to school full-time. It's a struggle....but it's all worth it. There's a light at the end of the tunnel....I will (hopefully) graduate next fall......that day can not come soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3850539430464365770?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3850539430464365770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3850539430464365770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3850539430464365770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3850539430464365770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-these-days.html' title='life these days...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6314618531297188287</id><published>2011-05-07T23:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:14:32.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm BAAAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...yes.... unfortunately it's true. I'm back in Provo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to sum up my experience in London and surrounding Europe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I had the time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on editing/posting photos from my trip onto my photography blog. here's a teaser:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--a09C-A3iMc/TcY0mxNA0zI/AAAAAAAABFs/m_P_Rps3iak/s1600/Nighttime+London.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--a09C-A3iMc/TcY0mxNA0zI/AAAAAAAABFs/m_P_Rps3iak/s400/Nighttime+London.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to see more...head on over to my &lt;b&gt;very amateur&lt;/b&gt; photography blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_555028976"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photogblahg.blogspot.com/"&gt;photogblahg.blogspot.com&lt;/a&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/4909348354538620919-6314618531297188287?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6314618531297188287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6314618531297188287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6314618531297188287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6314618531297188287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-baaaaaack.html' title='i&apos;m BAAAAAACK!'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/--a09C-A3iMc/TcY0mxNA0zI/AAAAAAAABFs/m_P_Rps3iak/s72-c/Nighttime+London.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1379058656964055830</id><published>2011-01-01T01:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:05:44.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>while i'm away...</title><content type='html'>....you can read about my experiences and adventures either by going to the "London" tab, and clicking the link provided.... or by going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blahginginlondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://blahginginlondon.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1379058656964055830?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1379058656964055830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1379058656964055830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1379058656964055830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1379058656964055830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2011/01/while-im-away.html' title='while i&apos;m away...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-8100364117974267077</id><published>2010-12-26T20:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Life has kinda been flying by recently, and I don't know how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my first semester back at school, and I feel pretty good about what I accomplished. Although I don't know what my final grades are, I feel like I did my best...especially considering the circumstances. It's not easy working 3 jobs and going to school full-time. But I some how managed. I've never felt so positive about school....and I think it's because I'm really determined to actually start a career. I so look forward to teaching and hopefully helping high school students as they begin to think about what life is all about. I finally just feel good about the direction I am headed with my career, and nothing can stop me. I will be applying for the History Teaching program before I leave for London........fingers crossed. If I'm not accepted, well, I'll figure that out if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....speaking of London...I leave in 9 days. I can't believe that the time is already here. It seems like just yesterday that I didn't even have London on my mind... just planning on staying in Provo winter semester until I was accepted into the teaching program. BUT life kinda takes me by surprise sometimes and I couldn't be more excited. I've never been outside of the United States (except for 2 hours when visiting the Canadian side of Niagra Falls). I'm excited to experience the culture in London on a more deep level than if I were just to visit for a week. I will be going with a group of about 40 people through BYU's study abroad program. We come from all different types of families and backgrounds and I'm excited to get to know a new group of people. I look forward to learning about the History of London and surrounding areas. I'm ready to be there. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year came and went...as I get older Christmas time around the Morrell household continues to change....I don't like it, but it comes along with being the youngest of 7. But I really enjoy this season and all it stands for. I am forever grateful for my family and close friends who help me on a daily basis. I wouldn't be the person I am today without the influence of those closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new? bought a new camera for London....something I've wanted for a long time, so London was a great excuse. hopefully I'll remember things I've learned from past photo classes and can produce some nice photographs while traveling the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what better to break a camera in with than a self portrait:&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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TRgSV7qEewI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1NXoJIoYLxQ/s1600/Mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TRgSV7qEewI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1NXoJIoYLxQ/s400/Mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555210308362205954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8100364117974267077?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8100364117974267077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8100364117974267077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8100364117974267077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8100364117974267077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TRgSV7qEewI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1NXoJIoYLxQ/s72-c/Mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-9139101579599998706</id><published>2010-11-03T13:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>granny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;****disclaimer....this post is mostly for personal therapeutic reasons.... but hey... feel free to read if you want.****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thinking about granny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TNH842SEw4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/vbXB5YgNx78/s1600/img886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TNH842SEw4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/vbXB5YgNx78/s400/img886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535483470589248386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TNH7yE5giGI/AAAAAAAAA68/A4maHYC3JuM/s1600/img339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TNH7yE5giGI/AAAAAAAAA68/A4maHYC3JuM/s400/img339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482254742030434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cora Elizabeth Bower Vavricka....or more lovingly known as Granny 4/11/1918-11/4/1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Granny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you a lot. It's been 12 years, tomorrow, since you went away. I never really had a chance to express my feelings to you...so I hope you have internet access &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up there&lt;/span&gt;. Gramps, you can stop watching those "naked women" on TV and read this too if you'd like. If not...I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me more than I ever thought you did. It's only been recently that I realized the impact those summers on the farm had on me. You were always so patient and loving. After all, I was just a kid and didn't know any better...... and you understood that. You always paid special attention to each of us in the "morrell bunch" and we all valued time spent with you. You had an uncanny ability to open your arms and heart to everyone you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some favorite memories of you and me:&lt;br /&gt;-The countless times you spent reading "knots on a counting rope" to me. I'd be sitting on your lap before bed and each time you would patiently read through my favorite book of yours.&lt;br /&gt;-Playing "go fish" with me while the big kids played poker with gramps. Even after I learned how to play with the big kids, I still preferred playing with you.&lt;br /&gt;-Coloring in your sewing room while you were working on a craft project of some sort. Probably for someone else, because you rarely took time to do things just for you.&lt;br /&gt;-Waking up in the morning, and walking into the house from the cabin or bunkhouse, only to find you diligently reading your scriptures, or writing in your journal in the sewing room. you never missed a day.&lt;br /&gt;-Taking a ride in the back of the truck to "smith and edwards" or "country boy dairy" just to get a little treat to reward us for all the "hard" labor we did on the farm. You always let me get the "bubble gum" flavor at country boy dairy.... even though you preferred prailines and cream. or pistachio every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;-That one summer where we spent 3 months on the farm.... you gave each of us $100 at the end to reward us. At the time I didn't realize what a sacrifice this probably was for you.... but looking back, that $100 was probably a large chunk of your life savings. I wish I had known then so I could have done something nice for you.&lt;br /&gt;-Picking out ceramics to prepare, paint, fire, and glaze. You always allowed us to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;-Your amazing grilled cheese sandwiches that were made with your homemade wheat bread, and just the right amount of cheese. And of course, you never forgot the ketchup on the side.&lt;br /&gt;-Shelling peas in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;-Weeding the carrots as "punishment"&lt;br /&gt;-Walking into the house with the aroma of fresh baked bread, knowing that butter and homemade raspberry jam were close by.&lt;br /&gt;-The day you let Tom and I come to the Library at the school.&lt;br /&gt;-Your magic way of knowing when the light was going to change by the Golf Course as you drive into Brigham City.... you complained that the light was always red. And until recently, i never knew how you knew it was going to change to green in "3....2.....1".&lt;br /&gt;-That time the ranch dressing bottle (yes, homemade ranch because it tastes WAY better) fell out of the fridge and shattered all over the kitchen floor and you exclaimed "Oh Lordy"...and when Tom repeated the same words you got mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;-Going out in the morning to see if the chicken's laid any eggs.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to get flowers and letting me pick which kind I wanted to plant in your garden.&lt;br /&gt;-Frosties and Popcorn every night. Without fail.&lt;br /&gt;-Picking raspberries by the bucketful.&lt;br /&gt;-Learning how to make Monkey bread. my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;-Doing laundry in the old machine (with the 2 rollers and the big wash bin) and getting my finger stuck in between the rollers. You made sure I knew my fingers would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to garage sales and finding hidden treasures.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to the bower family reunions, and making sure that I got something I wanted from the "family auction"&lt;br /&gt;-Taking us to the blacker's to swim....and never allowing us to go on a full stomach (you have to wait at least 2 hours after eating to go swimming....perfect time for a nap right?)&lt;br /&gt;-That time I had to take antibiotics and I couldn't/didn't want to take my pills because i had never swallowed them before. &lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You forced that pill down my throat like it was nobody's business..... and because you saw how hard it was for me you came up with a solution: grind the pill up and put it in some juice in a spoon and swallow the spoonful.&lt;br /&gt;-Riding in the car with you to church, while gramps and the other boys walked.&lt;br /&gt;-That one time i forgot to bring my blankie with me, you so willingly gave me a spare one to use... I still have that one cause I liked it more.&lt;br /&gt;-Dressing up in your clothes/hats and putting on a play in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;-and of course....the kicking incident. I still haven't forgiven myself for this one. I'm glad that my siblings words didn't come true "Granny's gonna kill mikey!". I learned my lesson that day. Don't Mess with Granny.&lt;br /&gt;....the list could go on and and on granny. My last memory of you was the trip I took with malissa to visit you guys in August 1998, before school started. It was on this trip that you taught Malissa and I how to quilt. I remember giving you a hug while leaving and you said "Love you Mikey. I'll see you soon, say Hi to your folks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, soon was too soon. A few months later around 4 in the morning Mom came into my room. She told me the news. I cried for hours, although this wasn't uncommon for me, this was the first time i really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt &lt;/span&gt;it. My granny was gone. You were my best friend, and biggest cheerleader. Fortunately, through the years I've come to realize you are not completely gone... you taught me lessons that I'll never forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No horsing at the table.&lt;br /&gt;-Always finish what is on your plate. (even if I'm full for dinner but hungry for dessert)&lt;br /&gt;-No matter how tough life gets, keep going.&lt;br /&gt;-Fresh food ALWAYS tastes better.... especially if you plant it, nurture it, weed it, pick it, and cook it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes, a little pushing doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;-While it's good to get out of your comfort zone, sometimes all someone needs is a little bit of acknowledgment for doing what they are comfortable doing.&lt;br /&gt;-Less TV. More creativity.&lt;br /&gt;-and finally (and I don't know who to give credit to, you or gramps for this one...but I can at least hear you saying it in my head) "No worky, No eaty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always took me under your wing when the other kids were doing the "manly hard labor" with gramps, and still made me feel welcome and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been able to spend more time with you, but I know you're watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you granny, I  hope I'm making you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the love in the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike-a-Doodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-9139101579599998706?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9139101579599998706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=9139101579599998706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9139101579599998706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9139101579599998706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/11/granny.html' title='granny.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TNH842SEw4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/vbXB5YgNx78/s72-c/img886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1954089806243618697</id><published>2010-10-31T01:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>I'm really missing this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TM0b6KwF2VI/AAAAAAAAA60/IgfFUIyqxes/s1600/SF+Splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TM0b6KwF2VI/AAAAAAAAA60/IgfFUIyqxes/s400/SF+Splash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534110203240634706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1954089806243618697?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1954089806243618697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1954089806243618697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1954089806243618697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1954089806243618697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TM0b6KwF2VI/AAAAAAAAA60/IgfFUIyqxes/s72-c/SF+Splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8636954470399167931</id><published>2010-10-31T01:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:19:19.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>london.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing it. Ticket Purchased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave January 4th. I come back April 14th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8636954470399167931?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8636954470399167931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8636954470399167931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8636954470399167931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8636954470399167931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/london.html' title='london.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3823699461894221328</id><published>2010-10-22T00:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>artists....</title><content type='html'>...that i MUST see in concert before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandi carlile. her sound is so raw and wonderful. i will definitely travel to see her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="210" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oUxNe-6NwVY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oUxNe-6NwVY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a fine frenzy &lt;/span&gt;live before....and I cannot WAIT to see her again. just watching this video makes me smile. she is perfection. and...she was super nice when i met her. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TMExXPspvcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/a1gIdFCxb0A/s1600/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TMExXPspvcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/a1gIdFCxb0A/s400/IMG_7999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530756092808248770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="210" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KciryQ0Zo60?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KciryQ0Zo60?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3823699461894221328?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3823699461894221328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3823699461894221328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3823699461894221328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3823699461894221328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/artists.html' title='artists....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TMExXPspvcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/a1gIdFCxb0A/s72-c/IMG_7999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-5470706108416331958</id><published>2010-10-15T16:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Debt&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Savings&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been accepted to go study abroad in london from january-april....but i'm having a hard time deciding if it'll really be worth going slightly into debt over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be an AMAZING experience....but i'm so scared about student loans. anyone out there have some thoughts? suggestions? let me know.....your comments are appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5470706108416331958?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5470706108416331958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5470706108416331958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5470706108416331958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5470706108416331958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6046437182258494172</id><published>2010-10-13T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>winter.</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to remember why i left utah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter time is knocking at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i love fall and all of it's beauty.....but it only means that 4 months of miserable life is about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love the cold and snow and the lack of sun....and it's around this time of year that i start to seriously hibernate. I find myself not wanting to go out and be social...i'd rather be in my room watching tv than braving the cold to meet with friends and family. i resort back to my "old self" and tend to lose the "happy go lucky" mike that i can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i apologize if between now and spring i've lost my "chipper" personality.....just slap me in the face and tell me it'll all be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......maybe i'll just move to london for a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6046437182258494172?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6046437182258494172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6046437182258494172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6046437182258494172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6046437182258494172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/10/winter.html' title='winter.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-471746418026067827</id><published>2010-09-13T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>college.</title><content type='html'>the root of all necessary evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it became apparent after living/working in the outside world (.....outside of the utah bubble....) that as much as you could prove yourself by actions in the working world...if you don't have that little 10 point font on a resume that says you've completed some sort of degree, you will never make as much as you are worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i sit. avoiding my homework like the plague. even though i'm enjoying this semester more than any i've had the privilege of suffering through up until this point in my life. I'm learning things..... problem is....i don't know if i'm learning the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; things. i guess i won't know until i start getting tested. (that sounded like i was going to the doctor to get tested for some disease....i'm not diseased.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really am feeling like i'm at least on the right path as far as my major is concerned. The idea of teaching history really really excites me. And history excites me. I just hope i'm smart enough and that my brain can handle all of this information that is being thrown at me. I'm reading more than a human being ever should... at least in my opinion.... but hey. at least i'm reading and at least i'm going to class... so far. I shouldn't jinx myself seeing as it's only the 3rd week of school. but i'm trying to keep this motivation up. so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it more difficult to transition back to life here in provo than expected. It was much easier to move out of this place than to move back into it. But ... again... i'm learning how to cope and only pray that the next year and a half go quickly. I figure the more busy I am, the faster things will go. hence me working 2 jobs on top of the 14 credits i'm taking. Would i LOVE to not have to work both jobs? yes. would i be productive if i didn't? no. i find that the more free time i have.........the more i use that free time in unproductive ways. you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my living situation has been less than ideal..............i don't really want to talk about it. at least not now. maybe once things are resolved i'll feel ok about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... i haven't been grocery shopping since moving here. i'm far from skinny. other than my wrists of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mikey/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-471746418026067827?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/471746418026067827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=471746418026067827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/471746418026067827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/471746418026067827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/09/college.html' title='college.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2092096648874934422</id><published>2010-09-09T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>choices.</title><content type='html'>life is full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently made the hardest one of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in California. or. Move to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................Here I sit in Provo, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first decision i've made in life where i was completely and utterly torn. My heart wanted to stay in California....but my brain told me to move back here. It just made sense. now that i'm here? i'm ready to leave again....but that stupid bachelor's degree is standing in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the move based on faith. and believe me....i'm putting a lot of faith in this decision because it definitely was not what i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what exactly am i doing here? studying to become a high school history teacher. This was my original intended major, and i kinda strayed away from it for a while..... but now that i'm back in the groove i feel like i've made the right decision for my life. In the 2 weeks i've been back at BYU i'm motivated and actually learning things. shocking, i know. I have the end in mind....even though it could be as far as 2 years away...and it's keeping me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into a condo in provo with complete strangers instead of moving back home with my parents. Something i vowed i would never do.....yet here i am. i'm growing up a little bit i think. kind of scary. I'm hoping this new view-point helps keep me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left behind so many things in California.... A job with a promising future, family, best friends, delicious food..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll all be worth it........right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2092096648874934422?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2092096648874934422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2092096648874934422' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2092096648874934422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2092096648874934422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/09/choices.html' title='choices.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2077043742784611232</id><published>2010-06-04T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>i somehow managed to lose my camera battery charger. this is sad for me. you know why? cause it's brought me to a decision point in my life. i hate making decisions. i might even venture to say.... i despise making decisions. ...... so what's the decision? here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Buy a new charger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Buy a new camera altogether (..........i'm trying to convince myself that losing this charger is a sign for me to get a new nice camera...something that i've wanted for a long time now.....but am having a hard time rationalizing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)  Don't spend a dime on any camera equipment so that i can fix my sad little damaged car door (don't ask.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts? impressions? ...... really i just want someone to make the decision for me....... and then fund the decision as well. ok? is that too much to ask? i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.....it's super hot here. i felt like i was sitting in a sauna all day at work today. my complexion is lovely if you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.... i didn't eat dinner tonight cause i was trying to figure out my math homework..... if i continue on this trend, i fear i'll never eat again because still, after 4 hours, i have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also..... i really wish that my neighbor wouldn't start their motorcycle right outside my window at 4 AM every day...... and then leave it running for 15 minutes before pulling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also..... i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also..... i had a cheesecake filled chocolate cupcake today. yep. you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also..... i love "toddlers and tiaras." (you know you do too......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...... when i discovered my fresh strawberries had become frozen in my fridge this morning, i almost had a melt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...... i'm going home in 15 days. haven't been in utah in almost a year. things i miss the most? friends. family. cafe rio. kneaders. zupas. mountains. memories. BYU (did i just say that?!). grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.....  i'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2077043742784611232?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2077043742784611232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2077043742784611232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2077043742784611232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2077043742784611232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6780985757037909117</id><published>2010-06-04T22:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>sometimes....</title><content type='html'>...you just gotta admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TAnTZ4UxNmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/p5EcWl7PnXE/s1600/ipood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TAnTZ4UxNmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/p5EcWl7PnXE/s400/ipood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479142863242606178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only they made this in big boy sizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6780985757037909117?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6780985757037909117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6780985757037909117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6780985757037909117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6780985757037909117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes.html' title='sometimes....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/TAnTZ4UxNmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/p5EcWl7PnXE/s72-c/ipood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-109385557823579057</id><published>2010-05-08T23:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>what's the meaning of it? well..i'll tell you what i think it is. I think that the meaning of life is for EVERYONE to be HAPPY. isn't it so hypocritical (or maybe ironic..i dunno) when someone finds joy in making other people sad? i just wish we could all step outside of our selfish little boxes for a second and realize that no matter what our background; white, black, Hispanic, Asian, Mormon, Catholic, Jewish, gay, straight, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich, poor, etc. etc. we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;ultimately want to be happy. As cliche and stupid as it may sound, don't you think the "golden rule" (do unto others as you would have others do to you) really is the solution to finding world peace? .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know many people who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love it when someone makes fun of the way they look, whether it be the color of their skin, their weight, the shape of their nose etc.&lt;br /&gt;-want to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy being judged negatively based on religious affiliation&lt;br /&gt;-like being stereotyped&lt;br /&gt;-Love being hated based on their sexual orientation. (gay or straight...)&lt;br /&gt;-plead with people to argue with them&lt;br /&gt;-want to be dirt poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish people would stop voicing their negative opinions and just live their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own life&lt;/span&gt; in happiness. if you disagree with something? that's fine....but there's no need to lash out in response in negative and offensive ways. just acknowledge the fact that you disagree, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pointing out what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you feel&lt;/span&gt; is someone else's flaw makes you happy, i ask you to reconsider. find happiness elsewhere. go enjoy nature. go eat your favorite burger. eat a whole gallon of icecream. (apparently i like eating...)  laugh with your friends. watch a movie. play with neices and nephews. crochet. do whatever it is that makes you happy as long as it doesn't include putting yourself "above" another person/race/religion/lifestyle/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to put my small little reputation in jeopardy here and reference a movie that i may or may not have seen a few times...***cough cough highschool musical cough cough***... by saying..... "we're all in this together" let's make the best of it. if you don't want people saying offensive things about you, then stop saying offensive things about others. if you want to be happy? make someone else happy. catch my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone else agree with me?....or even understand what i'm trying to say? my thoughts are rambled....but they are very sincere. i'd love to hear yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made me happy today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S-ZYFICikmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3bvqa6sG_AA/s1600/IMG_7822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S-ZYFICikmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3bvqa6sG_AA/s400/IMG_7822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469155642568774242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful california sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-109385557823579057?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109385557823579057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=109385557823579057' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/109385557823579057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/109385557823579057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S-ZYFICikmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3bvqa6sG_AA/s72-c/IMG_7822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8745228570837390807</id><published>2010-04-12T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i just...</title><content type='html'>am ready to do something productive with my life. any ideas? this whole working 2 jobs and then coming home and being too tired to do anything except watch reality TV is kinda getting to me. The weather is so up and down out here too.... i just want to go out and enjoy nature and the sunshine. (not that i'm complaining, cause the climate here is MUCH better than utah. ie, i haven't seen any snow all year long :)) ...... can anyone out there relate? like...i've just reached that point of, i want to do something good for the world or for even just one person. i just want to make a difference. is that so much to ask? i'm sick of working pointless (no offense to my current employers) jobs. i'm very grateful for what i have, don't get me wrong, i've been very blessed w/ employment..... but really, when you think about it...... retail and banking are pointless when all is said and done. what matters? putting a smile on someone's face who hasn't had one in days. months. years. i just love when i'm able to do that. anyone need a smile?! let me know what i can do for you, and i'll do my best to accomplish that. really though....i just want everyone to be happy! ... myself included sometimes. but i'm doing better! amazing what having a positive outlook can do. and a little sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S8P0a7jCIUI/AAAAAAAAA44/Gw3zv-gkTic/s1600/IMG_7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S8P0a7jCIUI/AAAAAAAAA44/Gw3zv-gkTic/s400/IMG_7818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459475916801581378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8745228570837390807?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8745228570837390807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8745228570837390807' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8745228570837390807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8745228570837390807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just.html' title='i just...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S8P0a7jCIUI/AAAAAAAAA44/Gw3zv-gkTic/s72-c/IMG_7818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1972050946408203611</id><published>2010-03-07T11:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>the latest</title><content type='html'>suuuure my blogging has slowed quite a bit....but aren't you glad that i'm here now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... life in california. where to start? I feel like all i ever do is work, with a few spurts of fun activities here and there.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bank of the west&lt;/span&gt;: I'm feeling more comfortable here each day...which for me is kind of scary in the job world. Once i get comfortable i get kinda bored and am ready for something new. I love the people i work with.... for the  most part. there are definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; days where being surrounded by women can get a little......intense?.... but by the next day things are fine :) vague...i know. The last couple weeks have been spent "getting ready for the audit"....which in my mind defeats the purpose of an audit.... shouldn't we be following these procedures always? and if we're not then..well... the audit will show. BUT...i just do what my manager asks and don't complain. for the most part :) Will i stay in banking forever? i really really hope i don't have to. but...for now its a good job that pays me enough to keep me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/span&gt;: i'm finding it hard to juggle these 2 jobs. I work m-f at the bank from 8-5 and have to squeeze in banana between there. so i'm either there at 5 am or staying there til 9 at night..making for some very long days. Recently i've been scheduled at 5 am 2 mornings and then working 2 weekend nights...so i feel like i never have time to just...relax. which for me is kind of a big deal. but i guess that's the price i pay for wanting to live in this....wonderful (??) state. I enjoy my coworkers there.... and the job is fine..... but again, i'm getting comfortable and am ready for something new. buuuuut dont have the luxury of being able to do that at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spurts of Fun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to go down to southern california to spend some time with my brother and sister-in-law one last time before they move up this way ....and of course through their complete kindness got to spend some time at Disneyland....which i always love. It was a fun time had by all....not so much the rides......but the people watching and of course the CHURROS! ugh...i could eat those everyday for the rest of my life and be completely happy. Of course, it was the weekend of the crazy torrential downpour in southern california...nothing like masses of wet smelly people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PyOIqiJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/8cOZJrJqiMU/s1600-h/churros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PyOIqiJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/8cOZJrJqiMU/s320/churros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445962699079034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PyUW_vuqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EhAbOkxqUd4/s1600-h/thundermountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PyUW_vuqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EhAbOkxqUd4/s320/thundermountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445962806005316258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           (love the kids face behind me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.....a couple weeks ago i went with my roommate and some of his friends to the Maverick Surf Competition at half moon bay ...i guess this is a pretty big deal in the surfing world...which...i'm not even remotely a part of....but it sounded like a fun activity for a saturday with nothing better to do. i don't know if any of you heard about/remember hearing about a group of spectators getting swept out to sea for a bit of time at a surf competition..well....it was at that same competition. No, it wasn't me that got swept away, nor did i see it happen....but that's my latest claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a little bit of hiking out here....shocking i know....but when you're living here in this people-infested state you kind of just need some time to get out and be in wide open spaces. i'm learning to just really love and appreciate nature and how good it feels to just take some time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PzTCOORaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/LUE_mnDXeis/s1600-h/IMG_7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PzTCOORaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/LUE_mnDXeis/s320/IMG_7925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445963882760652194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PzTm-75dI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DXBYKTexapQ/s1600-h/IMG_7946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PzTm-75dI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DXBYKTexapQ/s320/IMG_7946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445963892628645330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very low-key birthday celebration this year....had to work the weekend before and the weekend after and had to work on my birthday so....just went out to dinner to celebrate and ate a cupcake or two. or maybe it was three............mmm....could've been four. they were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5P0ZS-xthI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aIZ-O8W6AUs/s1600-h/IMG_7955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5P0ZS-xthI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aIZ-O8W6AUs/s320/IMG_7955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445965089850111506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5P0YzJjRjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/hfwO0Yh_euU/s1600-h/IMG_7959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5P0YzJjRjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/hfwO0Yh_euU/s320/IMG_7959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445965081305368114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only other blog-worthy thing i've done recently is make a visit to San Francisco State University (i think this is where i'll end up going to school) to see what i needed to do in order to attend school there. after meeting w/ a nice lady named Collette (who sat at a cramped little cubicle that i had the joy of squeezing into to discuss my potential future....) i discovered i need to take a few more classes and apply and then be admitted hopefully to start school next january (i know...seems like forever away...but you gotta do what you gotta do). i think i have (once again) changed my mind with what i want to do for a career....and have landed back where i started when i decided in highschool that i wanted to be a history teacher. I love history....haven't always excelled in it...but i love it. and i feel like being a teacher fits me well. May not be the highest paying job in the world....but for now, it'll do. I'm just ready to get my education done for the time being and head down a career path. I think i'd like to do something w/ photography on the side....but i'm still figuring all that out. Might be nice to have a decent camera one of these days....i'll take donations :) so...yeah. that's life in a blog-shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to finish making granny's homemade wheat bread. hope it turns out ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1972050946408203611?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1972050946408203611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1972050946408203611' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1972050946408203611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1972050946408203611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/03/latest.html' title='the latest'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S5PyOIqiJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/8cOZJrJqiMU/s72-c/churros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2536869972810493565</id><published>2010-02-25T19:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S4c5CS2X6fI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ZQugX0tF-XY/s1600-h/Nip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S4c5CS2X6fI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ZQugX0tF-XY/s400/Nip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442381386282953202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i love this city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2536869972810493565?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2536869972810493565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2536869972810493565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2536869972810493565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2536869972810493565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S4c5CS2X6fI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ZQugX0tF-XY/s72-c/Nip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4769961243383439583</id><published>2010-01-10T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S0qmXcnw0LI/AAAAAAAAA24/UiiMEL4oEJA/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S0qmXcnw0LI/AAAAAAAAA24/UiiMEL4oEJA/s400/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425331622871355570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recently come to realize that i ask that question alot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to work at 5 a.m.?&lt;br /&gt;why did i just sleep through my 5 a.m. shift?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to work 2 jobs just to barely scrape by?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to work at all?&lt;br /&gt;why am i sad sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;why is there a girl in elders quorum today?&lt;br /&gt;why did a homeless woman have to point out the fact that i have zits and she doesn't? ...she failed to mention the fact that i shower and she doesn't but still...&lt;br /&gt;why do my feet hurt?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i take 3 naps a day?&lt;br /&gt;why haven't i blogged in what seems like ages?&lt;br /&gt;why can't the holidays always be the same no matter how old i get?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i eat everything i want and not get fat?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i afford school?&lt;br /&gt;why do i love reality tv?&lt;br /&gt;why can't every day be a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i afford an apartment that i really love?&lt;br /&gt;why did i have to hurt my brand new car? (...still a touchy one...)&lt;br /&gt;why did a rock have to chip my windshield?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be responsible?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;why haven't i been to chili's since august?&lt;br /&gt;why did all IMAX 3D showings of avatar have to be sold out this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;why don't i have a nice new camera that i can just take a million pictures with?&lt;br /&gt;why are my lips chapped?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have trials?&lt;br /&gt;why do i unintentionally hurt people i love?&lt;br /&gt;why do people i love unintentionally hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i keep any plants alive?&lt;br /&gt;why is my room a mess?&lt;br /&gt;why does my smoke alarm continue to beep every 3 minutes and 17 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i have cash to pay for a toll bridge fee resulting in a $25 bill being sent to me in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;why am i not living closer to the city?&lt;br /&gt;why is In-N-Out further away from where i live now, than it would be if i was still living at home?&lt;br /&gt;why do i always long for something more?&lt;br /&gt;why is the sky blue?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....ok i'll stop rambling. but you get the point. the sad thing is, i know the answer to every single one of these questions....i guess the problem comes because i just don't like the answer. so i guess as my new years resolution (cliche, i know) i'm going to stop asking "Why" and just accept things the way they are. there's no point stopping and asking "Why", because by the time you ask it, there's nothing that can be done to change the answer. all you can do is just accept things the way they are and move on with your life. simple enough for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.....all is well in california. i survived an earthquake. my first ever. just call me superman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4769961243383439583?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4769961243383439583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4769961243383439583' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4769961243383439583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4769961243383439583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/S0qmXcnw0LI/AAAAAAAAA24/UiiMEL4oEJA/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4499881971618173352</id><published>2009-11-04T19:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SvI-mQy8LjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vW7hHLS47AM/s1600-h/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SvI-mQy8LjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vW7hHLS47AM/s400/carrie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400447730235223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood has once again made me fall in love with her. Her latest album "play on"....soooooo good. if you're ok w/ listening to country songs...please consider purchasing it. favorite song off of the album (for right now....) "Change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://0.2.e.c.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://0.2.e.c.aimini.net/play/?fid=cE209CdWIiDyZ122VuKx&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://0.2.e.c.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://0.2.e.c.aimini.net/play/?fid=cE209CdWIiDyZ122VuKx&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....sorry for the bad quality. it was the best i could do w/ what little time i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news....i've survived 3 days of work at Bank of the West.....and still don't know a thing :) yay new jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for ANTM. (that's code for: america's next top model)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4499881971618173352?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4499881971618173352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4499881971618173352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4499881971618173352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4499881971618173352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SvI-mQy8LjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vW7hHLS47AM/s72-c/carrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3021566813609314082</id><published>2009-10-30T21:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>o.m.g.</title><content type='html'>i haven't posted in a while....in fact over a month. sorry for the hiatus...i don't really have an excuse. laziness i guess/lack of inspiration. but here i am....after 3 oreos....ok.... 4 oreos... &amp;amp; a big glass of milk i'm ready to let my fingers fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i've last updated, quite a few things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item #1: My lovely friend angela came to visit me for a couple of days. It was so good to see someone from home.....it was a great cure to my homesickness and we had alot of fun seeing the sights and laughing alot. Highlights from the visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Day full of museums (legion of honor &amp;amp; the De Young)...I felt a little like Ferris Beuler, but...the great thing was i didn't even have to fake sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suuw3sI-r9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/ownoljdGDsA/s1600-h/IMG_7318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suuw3sI-r9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/ownoljdGDsA/s320/IMG_7318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398603049121787858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably favorite of the day...by Monet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suuw3HdMC4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/00emiDYUQW4/s1600-h/IMG_7288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suuw3HdMC4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/00emiDYUQW4/s320/IMG_7288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398603039274437506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela staring at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alcatraz. This was a first for me, and I loved it. I wrote a 15 page research paper on this place in 9th grade....and didn't retain a bit of information, so it was fun to re-learn everything about the prison &amp;amp; it's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyQeP9TlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iqmhitiLeI0/s1600-h/IMG_7451.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyP79K4oI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hHRTo6eirXA/s1600-h/IMG_7387.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyO2BIWEI/AAAAAAAAAzk/xdM9RbXygFU/s1600-h/IMG_7342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyO2BIWEI/AAAAAAAAAzk/xdM9RbXygFU/s320/IMG_7342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398604546421839938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat heading to alcatraz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyPUnvyMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Qi-QOAocRwY/s1600-h/IMG_7360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyPUnvyMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Qi-QOAocRwY/s320/IMG_7360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398604554636871874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock...golden gate bridge in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyP79K4oI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hHRTo6eirXA/s1600-h/IMG_7387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyP79K4oI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hHRTo6eirXA/s320/IMG_7387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398604565195711106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyQeP9TlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iqmhitiLeI0/s1600-h/IMG_7451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyQeP9TlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iqmhitiLeI0/s320/IMG_7451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398604574401318482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Alcatraz Shot ......sometimes you just gotta go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyQyjQYwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/3_qK3fUcjSE/s1600-h/IMG_7426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuyQyjQYwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/3_qK3fUcjSE/s320/IMG_7426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398604579850969858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the city from Alcatraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuzHlg4-hI/AAAAAAAAA0U/gtqe8Dzk6xA/s1600-h/IMG_7355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SuuzHlg4-hI/AAAAAAAAA0U/gtqe8Dzk6xA/s320/IMG_7355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398605521244191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delightfully foggy morning in San Fran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ventured to the italian district and ate yummy gelato and sandwiches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the decision was to ride accross the golden gate bridge on bikes. I had never been actually on the golden gate bridge...but for some reason this excited me. I'm not a bike person either as most of you know...this was so out of character but it ended up being my favorite activity of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suu0eQoH8BI/AAAAAAAAA0k/uAYt3YmOlBU/s1600-h/IMG_7509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suu0eQoH8BI/AAAAAAAAA0k/uAYt3YmOlBU/s320/IMG_7509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398607010286006290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suu0duCw2zI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-Sr-tT1QMZo/s1600-h/IMG_7503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suu0duCw2zI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-Sr-tT1QMZo/s320/IMG_7503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398607001002498866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty.                                                       uggo face on my part...but it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suu0ekh8lyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/OpJgGLYvqrY/s1600-h/IMG_7530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suu0ekh8lyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/OpJgGLYvqrY/s320/IMG_7530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398607015628805922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....look familiar? that's right folks.... the Tanner household. I could just imagine little Danny, Michelle, Joey, Jesse, D.J. &amp;amp; Stephanie eating dinner around the table....and then comet (the dog) comes in and makes the family complete. ........ presh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i have friends who are willing to spend time w/ me even when i live so far away... i wouldn't mind seeing more of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same week, I was offered &amp;amp; accepted a job with Bank of the West as a full-time teller. This is the type of job i've been looking for (let's hope i was looking in the right direction....) It will be monday-friday 8-5 which is nice and consistent. which i love. I will remain working at banana republic, where i was just promoted to Merchandise Presentation Lead....basically i'm working with all of the visuals in the store (manaquins, images, etc) and helping w/ all of the merchandising aspects of the store as well as helping w/ shipments, and closing the store and all that fun jazz. It'll be more responsibility than i have now (and more money :)) . i'm excited to learn more about that aspect of the retail business. So i'm going to be busy with work....but i'm hoping it will pay off in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to enjoy going to the singles ward out here..... church hasn't always been my cup of tea, and some days it's still a struggle, but i've come to realize that i need to swallow my pride and just do it. Although it's been interesting, to say the least, everyone is very nice and very..... utah :) seriously, everytime i walk into that ward i feel like i'm back home. everyone has some sort of tie to utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....as far as i know, that's all that's happened lately. I'm a little sad to be away from home for halloween for the first time....never thought i'd actually miss having trick-or-treaters come to the door... but i'll do my best to eat some yummy candy...even though it's against my "Flat Belly Diet" rules. whatevs. it's a holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done boring you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3021566813609314082?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3021566813609314082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3021566813609314082' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3021566813609314082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3021566813609314082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title='o.m.g.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Suuw3sI-r9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/ownoljdGDsA/s72-c/IMG_7318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3021520609618876790</id><published>2009-09-25T17:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope my dad doesn't hate me when i tell him i want to become a porn-star"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    -Girl at Chevron/Mcdonalds combo in Milipitas California. Said to her friend who is shoving a burger down her child's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THAT's  class act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i continued to enjoy my double cheeseburger mini-meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to love this place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3021520609618876790?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3021520609618876790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3021520609618876790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3021520609618876790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3021520609618876790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8473731134726955858</id><published>2009-09-20T17:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:19.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>wicked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sra0zLhAI7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/weN3zlMGIvY/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sra0zLhAI7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/weN3zlMGIvY/s400/wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689195925545906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8473731134726955858?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8473731134726955858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8473731134726955858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8473731134726955858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8473731134726955858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/wicked.html' title='wicked.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sra0zLhAI7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/weN3zlMGIvY/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3073331346204020756</id><published>2009-09-18T20:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>firsts</title><content type='html'>so...it's been a week of firsts for me....we'll start on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go up into the city and attend "Opera in the park" which featured the San Francisco opera company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrRHgBBCNhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/krq9_0kfXxU/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrRHgBBCNhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/krq9_0kfXxU/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383006069968746002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at Golden Gate Park, which i had been to once before in my life. The IDEA of the concert was great.....but halfway through i just realized that it's not as much fun if you can't understand what they're singing....but it was fun to people watch. I learned the "Essentials" for picnicking....according to bay area residents:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wine.&lt;br /&gt;2) More wine.....and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;3) whole loaf of sourdough&lt;br /&gt;4)Cutting board &amp;amp; knife to cut the loaf of sourdough&lt;br /&gt;5)A Centerpiece (yes....like one you would put on your dining table....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i felt a little inadequate with my water bottle and fruit snacks. but maybe next time i'll be a little better prepared...without the wine of course. Along w/ making a visit to the park, i did my first "city" parking job on the street. It actually wasn't too bad....my little car fits nicely into smaller spots...and thankfully the spot i parked in on was a little on the larger side of small spaces. i drove straight into it :) no parallel for the rabbit! woot woot. it was fun to walk around the park and become more comfortable with the area.........but yes, i'm going to hell for not attending church on sunday. There's always this week right?!...don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the opera, and seeing all this food around me, i was ready for some lunch. so here comes confession #2....i purchased my lunch....on sunday. although this wasn't a first for me (confession #3).... it was my first time at this little sandwich shop called "Little Luccas sandwhich shop" in south san francisco. Discovered this little place thanks to "Yelp" (my new favorite i-phone app/website...it's how i've found all my delicious foods). The sandich was everything BUT small. seriously...this place puts gandalfos to shame........i'll just show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrREFshimcI/AAAAAAAAAw0/EosHKDf8xig/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrREFshimcI/AAAAAAAAAw0/EosHKDf8xig/s400/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383002319256459714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing was MASSIVE....and so delicious. i can't wait to go back......i think i'm still full from eating it...and i'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next "first" came at work........... i'm learning just how sheltered life was back in Utah (which really is NOT a bad thing) but I was in the back getting ready to leave work for the day, and some male coworkers of mine were discussing their fraternities (....that's a whole new world for me that i hope to never ever have to deal with) and then one of them turns to me and says "yo, mike (yes.....the new coworkers i have use "yo" on a constant basis...as well as "man" and "bro") do you drink?"...referring to alcohol. I'VE NEVER BEEN ASKED THAT BEFORE!! i felt so cool when i said "Nope..." it was just like all those seminary/primary videos that i watched. so...even though i didn't go to church and i bought something on the sabbath....at least i don't drink alcohol right?! earlier that day i was asked if i drank coffee as well..which i don't because, like i explained to my coworker "the smell of it makes me want to vomit"...if you don't agree...cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my final "First" of the week came yesterday..... not having any clue where to even begin searching for a job my lovely sister-in-law &lt;a href="http://markandkaylinn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/a&gt; suggested i go with the temp agency route. i had been considering doing this but just hadn't gotten around to it.... her little nudge inspired me and so i set up appointments with TWO different agencies.....might as well right? i don't know why, but i always thought of temp agencies as kind of ghetto/cheesy/whatever. and....from my experience thus far....i was right :) but i'm hopeful something good will come out of it. I really wish that i was getting paid enough at banana to survive out here....but that's just not happening. my favorite part of the temp agency experience was when the secretary was complaining to her coworker about her ex-boyfriend (i assume).. "all he wanted was a sugar momma, and I ain't goin' to be that! if anything, he should be my suga' daddy!"....coworker nods and purses her lips "that's right sister." :) i love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'm having fun....and experiencing alot of firsts and really starting to get into the groove of things, leaving more time for me to just relax. which i love. i'm all caught up on my reality tv shows, and watched the amazing "Vh1" divas show last night which included almost all of my favorite female artists: Kelly Clarkson, Jennifer Hudson, Adele, Leona Lewis, Jordin Sparks, India Arie, Melissa Etheridge, and the list goes on and on!....yes....Miley Cyrus was also in attendance, and i admittedly.... enjoyed her song! gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done rambling....but remember that story about the guy on the public transit who ate his cheesecake factory leftovers (or scroungings from the dumpster) with his hands although a fork was 2 inches from him? ...well i stumbled upon a picture of him in all his glory that i sneakily took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrRHIiit_SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/y7E4AGoR3EY/s1600-h/photo%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrRHIiit_SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/y7E4AGoR3EY/s400/photo%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383005666651536674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...p.s. if you haven't yet, check out my newest blog creation &lt;a href="http://photogblahg.blogspot.com/"&gt;photogblahg.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; if you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3073331346204020756?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3073331346204020756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3073331346204020756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3073331346204020756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3073331346204020756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/firsts.html' title='firsts'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SrRHgBBCNhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/krq9_0kfXxU/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2863005907620107400</id><published>2009-09-10T18:23:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>INTERNET!!!!! oh..and first week or so of life in california.</title><content type='html'>so.....yes......i finally have the internet at home. it's a delightful thing. Since i have nothing better to do tonight until 8 pm (big brother..and then project runway) i thought i'd update the OW (online world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so while i did update a little bit ok...it was picture-less....so this will be picture-full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Drove out here on August 28th, 2009 with my wonderful father who offered to help me move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmZV5qkJMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/O6_oIU54i5c/s1600-h/For+Blog+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmZV5qkJMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/O6_oIU54i5c/s400/For+Blog+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379999831406421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent that friday night at my brother's house and then got up the next morning to head down to Santa Clara, my new hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at my lovely apartment home and unloading all of my belongings from my tiny little lovely car we headed out to find some furniture: first on the list: a bed and a lamp (no overhead lighting in the bedrooms.) so....we went to IKEA.......big mistake. This place was a freaking nightmare on saturday..... but i somehow survived and escaped w/ a bed and a lamp. my apartment was still very bare at this point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaALauB3I/AAAAAAAAAug/dnzSuyvQBz0/s1600-h/for+blog+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaALauB3I/AAAAAAAAAug/dnzSuyvQBz0/s400/for+blog+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380000557726304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaAjAnlYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uXz9rAsYrpw/s1600-h/for+blog+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaAjAnlYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uXz9rAsYrpw/s400/for+blog+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380000564059280770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   (box look familiar BYU records office?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaAjAnlYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uXz9rAsYrpw/s1600-h/for+blog+15.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaBKjo4wI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gCNgDyH1x0A/s1600-h/for+blog+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaBKjo4wI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gCNgDyH1x0A/s400/for+blog+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380000574675149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaB280sjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0IBB406wYj4/s1600-h/for+blog+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmaB280sjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0IBB406wYj4/s400/for+blog+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380000586591941170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad left sunday morning and i was all on my own! my roommate wouldn't be arriving until later that week so i had alot of time on my hands. The next couple days were spent doing more furniture shopping, essentials shopping, movie watching, napping, job hunting, eating typical single male food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmbQrklCVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VAuj-Mrx7uI/s1600-h/for+blog+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmbQrklCVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VAuj-Mrx7uI/s400/for+blog+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380001940747127122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               (otter pops have saved my life....once again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. I kind of waited to do all the sightseeing stuff til my roommate arrived so that i didn't have to do it twice. After spencer's arrival and more shopping, my place started to look a little more like home. My roommate (spencer) lived in the city last year for his internship so he knew of some good places to sight-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we went up to a beach near the city to view the golden gate bridge. It was pretty incredible to see the bridge right up close. I had been to san francisco once in my life, but we didn't get that close to the bridge during that trip. This was an AMAZING view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcE-roFNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wovHv3vT_E0/s1600-h/for+blog+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcE-roFNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wovHv3vT_E0/s400/for+blog+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380002839230158034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcD3WaKaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hZvOC8MX8tc/s1600-h/For+Blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcD3WaKaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hZvOC8MX8tc/s400/For+Blog+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380002820082248098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcES6GQfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/95i5iA50OHY/s1600-h/for+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcES6GQfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/95i5iA50OHY/s400/for+blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380002827479695858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to hike down to the beach, and on our way we had to cross an old military base.... this was my favorite grafitti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this little trip we were starving so we "yelp"ed a good place to eat near our house and stumbled upon this little indian restaurant just down the street. The reviews made it sound amazing....and let me tell you....it was. It looks like something that escaped from the toilet, but i assure you, it tasted like heaven. hands down the BEST indian food i've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcFTWUwDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/lLMvqbCSftc/s1600-h/for+blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmcFTWUwDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/lLMvqbCSftc/s400/for+blog+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380002844777955378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was sunday, so i went to church (something that's a little difficult for me at times, but i decided to grin and bear it (is that the right phrase?)) and it ended up being OK. I felt like i was back in utah....everyone seemed to have some sort of contact w/ utah in some way...and yes...the BYU football game was discussed in elder's quorum. i guess it really is true: the church is the same everywhere you go. After church i was missing home and sunday dinner's with the family so i decided to cook up a decent sized meal to make my apartment feel even more like home. I made the main dish (parmesan chicken) and spencer worked on the rest. it ended up being pretty tasty! since we don't have a kitchen table yet...we ate out on our deck where we put some folding chairs and a small table and the food was delicious! only thing that was missing was my loud and lovely family...but hopefully sometime soon i'll be eating w/ them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmdiPLTHyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/orRjbXkhSME/s1600-h/for+blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmdiPLTHyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/orRjbXkhSME/s400/for+blog+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380004441385803554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an "on-call" shift that monday morning at banana...and thankfully i was told i didn't need to come in. So we decided to go into downtown San Francisco. Thankfully spencer knew his way around a little bit and got us there. we decided to try to use public transportation to get there...and...well.... i won't be doing that again. Yes, it would maybe save me the hassle/money of driving into the city...but i'd much rather pay $15 for parking then have to sit on stinky/dirty/germ-ridden public transportation seating surrounded by crazies. some of my favorites from the day were:&lt;br /&gt;-the people who started asking those around them if they wanted some beer, cause they had plenty.&lt;br /&gt;-The homeless man who asked us for money on the train and we simply said no.&lt;br /&gt;-The man who was eating his leftover cheesecake factory dinner w/ his hands (....and left his fork in the container)....i'm still trying to decide if he paid for the meal or if he dug it out of the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;-The overly confident girlfriend who was drilling her boyfriend for answers that he just couldn't seem to answer correctly....ending in a temporary breakup&lt;br /&gt;-my all time favorite: as we were sitting on the train, some sort of juice started dripping on spencer's shoulder....we've named it "the chicken juice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that came just on the public transport into/out of the city! while in the city we did some cool stuff. shopped around at some of my favorite places (H&amp;amp;M, Urban outfitters, Banana etc.) all of these stores were HUGE compared to those back in good ol' utah and it was fun. for a while. then we decided to go down to fisherman's wharf and get some food. to get down to the wharf we had no other choice but to ride one of those trolley cars, which while yes they are tourist attractions and kind of cheesey, that ride ended up being kind of fun. We went up and down the crazy-steep hills of san francisco while holding on to the outside of the trolley (it was completely full, we had no choice) we drove past lombard street and saw some really cool houses in downtown before we arrived at the wharf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmfHMzvUXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/2L9eJ8mMY1E/s1600-h/for+blog+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmfHMzvUXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/2L9eJ8mMY1E/s400/for+blog+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380006175916904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me hanging out of the trolley. so fun. but a little expensive. (expensive seems to be a   recurring theme in my life now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sqmfp8MKKII/AAAAAAAAAv4/PaBzNwxVCSI/s1600-h/for+blog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sqmfp8MKKII/AAAAAAAAAv4/PaBzNwxVCSI/s400/for+blog+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380006772751345794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of many street performers we saw. This was a One-Man-Band. pretty cool and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmfqygbAtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5euKb6WHmFI/s1600-h/for+blog+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmfqygbAtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5euKb6WHmFI/s400/for+blog+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380006787331850962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             boats everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmfqVHRd8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/7Crr_RaWNhY/s1600-h/for+blog+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmfqVHRd8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/7Crr_RaWNhY/s400/for+blog+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380006779441739714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             Alcatraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking out at alcatraz we also saw a group of Polygamists! it was great! ....can't wait to go back to the city and do more sightseeing/people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then i've survived my first day at Banana Republic out here. It's a nice little store (smaller than the one at home) that seems to remain very slow.....which i don't mind. It's definitely a different feeling store than the one at home but i'm sure i'll get used to it. Everyone i worked w/ seemed to be a little older so i'm hoping there are some younger people so that i can you know...socialize w/ people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been doing a little more shopping here and there and just got cable/internet/a couch yesterday . so life is progressing well and i'm enjoying my time here. next stop: find a job that will pay me enough to survive out here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmhEOdqp3I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/-EH-WUFg5GE/s1600-h/For+Blog+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmhEOdqp3I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/-EH-WUFg5GE/s400/For+Blog+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380008323844843378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still now exactly how i'd like it....but it's definitely getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm missing people at home...but i'm enjoying my time learning and growing. For now, i'm just trying to get caught up on all my reality TV.. project runway and big brother tonight. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: LOVED the season premier of Glee last night. can't wait to see how the show unfolds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2863005907620107400?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2863005907620107400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2863005907620107400' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2863005907620107400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2863005907620107400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/internet-ohand-first-week-or-so-of-life.html' title='INTERNET!!!!! oh..and first week or so of life in california.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SqmZV5qkJMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/O6_oIU54i5c/s72-c/For+Blog+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4652935585253096969</id><published>2009-09-01T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i'm alive.</title><content type='html'>well...my internet time is limited...i'm sitting in starbucks and paid $3.99 to use their wi-fi for 2 hours. whatever. i was desperate. i'm sure i could've found free somewhere else, but i'm too lazy. it's been entertaining to watch people interview for a job at "Spencer's Gifts" right outside the window. classy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....i made it! moved into my apartment on saturday w/ the help of my wonderful father. Then went shopping for the essentials. Stopped by Ikea...which was seriously a nightmare.... i will NEVER go there on a weekend again. so many people. and yes, pretty sure i was the only white one there. Anyways, after surviving that nightmare, i ended up w/ a bed...and a lamp. woo hoo. i was well on my way to apartment beauty :) anyways.... things have been good here. except for the DMV...which was another nightmare, but i'm learning as i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i've been applying for jobs online and will shortly be going around town hoping to find other job opportunities. Yes, i will be working for banana republic. but after speaking w/ them yesterday, i won't be making enough/working enough hours to sustain life. so...second job: here i come again :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures but i forgot my camera at my apartment....so be patient and once i get internet setup, i'll post some lovelies of my beauty of an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know where the goodwill is, Walmart, ross, &amp;amp; chili's so life is good. Who could ask for anything more right? i only feel slightly white-trash and am loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time's almost out.........bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4652935585253096969?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4652935585253096969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4652935585253096969' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4652935585253096969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4652935585253096969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-alive.html' title='i&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-678566468787400479</id><published>2009-08-27T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Spdx0HTyqeI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kDj8yc1CJ_I/s1600-h/IMG_6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i'm sitting here in my now shell-of-a-room. I just finished packing everything away into my shiny new car....and i'm surprised that it all fit.....sad to think though that every single belonging i have fits into that car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Spdx0p8NF-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/IGSY8OUFB1g/s1600-h/IMG_6928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Spdx0p8NF-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/IGSY8OUFB1g/s400/IMG_6928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374889829715482594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Spdx0HTyqeI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kDj8yc1CJ_I/s1600-h/IMG_6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Spdx0HTyqeI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kDj8yc1CJ_I/s400/IMG_6925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374889820419172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how i got it all to fit...but i'm not going to complain, and just pray that my car survives it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kind of apathetic the past few days. Seems like things haven't really hit home to me yet that i'm actually moving. I'm not sure when this will actually hit....but i'd prefer it sooner than later so that i can just get it out of the way and move on :) I'm kind of an emotional person and would rather it all just hit at once. I've had a few minor breakdowns the past couple of days. just realizing that i wouldn't be seeing some of the people that i care most about in this world for a long time. But i realize that it's not the end of the world and this really will be a good thing for me. Thanks to technology i'll be able to keep in touch w/ all my loved ones and i'm so grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's ahead? i don't even know. Plan is to leave here around 8:30 or 9 tomorrow morning and head to my brother Joe's house. My dad will be riding w/ me so i'll at least have some company. Hopefully we'll be arriving around 7ish. We'll spend the night there and then head to santa clara bright and early saturday morning...and that's when (i assume) the real fun will begin. I am not taking any major pieces of furniture so i'll be shopping for that as well as unloading all of my wonderful things into my new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sounds so exciting in retrospect....but i guess we'll see how it pans out. I feel like i've kind of put this wall in front of my eyes and am just taking things as they come. Hopefully once i'm settled i'll be able to better see what's going on around me and take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful i'll get some sleep tonight. I'm feeling pretty beat so i guess that's a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i need to thank all of my family members and friends who are supporting me throughout this process. It may not be the smartest decision to leave all of these great things behind, but i feel it's what i need to do. I feel like i've made a good decision in regards to where i stand in life right now and i'm excited for the future. I can't wait to find a school that i like and to really delve into the program that suits me best. Until then, i'll just keep chugging along and working my life away to pay for rent. :) yay. this should be a fun adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i blog it'll be from sunny california..... be excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-678566468787400479?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/678566468787400479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=678566468787400479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/678566468787400479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/678566468787400479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/08/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Spdx0p8NF-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/IGSY8OUFB1g/s72-c/IMG_6928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-5908038358616222079</id><published>2009-08-24T22:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqlPM7jHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x8yNoi5dB9I/s1600-h/IMG_6826.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the hiatus folks. It's been a crazy busy couple of months for me, and i realized today that some important things have been happening and will be happening in the next couple weeks and that i really should update the online world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as many of you know it's been in the plans for me to move to california to go to school (eventually :)) the plan was and still is for me to move out there and become a resident so that schooling will be cheaper. SO back at the end of july, my friend spencer and i headed out to california to find a place to live. spencer recently graduated from BYU and was offered a job out there, so this made the roommate situation ideal. I needed a place to live and didn't want to live w/ creepos, so thanks spencer for not being a complete creepo. anyways.... we went for a very quick/stressful/successful weekend trip to northern california to scope out a place to live. After 2 very intense days of searching, we found a place we both felt would be good and put a down payment on the place. YAY!!!!! that was step number 1. best things about the future apartment?&lt;br /&gt;-Washer/Dryer IN-UNIT!!! quite the rarity out in california we came to discover.&lt;br /&gt;-Pool&lt;br /&gt;-Hot Tub&lt;br /&gt;-Fitness Center&lt;br /&gt;-Right Next to a CEMETARY!!!!! morbid? no. smart? yes. it'll be SO quiet!!!&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pics of the place....from the website so it looks a little nicer than it actually is...but i'll def be posting some before/after pics of the place once i move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mikey/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mikey/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNngb77XuI/AAAAAAAAAso/HmJDDqVKjfE/s1600-h/LeParc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNngb77XuI/AAAAAAAAAso/HmJDDqVKjfE/s400/LeParc5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373752587335720674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom: No Nasty Glass sliding shower door=Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNngPRCFkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/D-iOBLJLnZ4/s1600-h/LeParc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNngPRCFkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/D-iOBLJLnZ4/s400/LeParc4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373752583934580290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the 2 bedrooms. I'm getting there first so...i get the big room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNnf-l8CCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ICU-rOXFdww/s1600-h/LeParc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNnf-l8CCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ICU-rOXFdww/s400/LeParc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373752579458861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining room right off the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNnfDbK92I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/o-L-9kAEvMQ/s1600-h/LeParc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNnfDbK92I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/o-L-9kAEvMQ/s400/LeParc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373752563576010594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen. not my fave look. but ALOT nicer than most I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNne6382KI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hkNk1thlcJw/s1600-h/LeParc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNne6382KI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hkNk1thlcJw/s400/LeParc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373752561280800930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool Area...you best believe i'll be out here daily, workin on my tan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... found a place to live which was marvelous. Then, i went and talked to a Banana Republic to see if I could transfer to their store, and thankfully it was the right timing and I will be transferring to that store when i move out there. The apartment is located in Santa Clara (about 45 min south of san francisco, just west of San Jose) and i'll be working in Los Gatos which is about 15 minutes east of Santa Clara. I will then begin to job search once i arrive, but at least i have something to hold me over til i find something a little more stable. San Jose University is close by so that is definitely an  option i'll be looking into as far as school goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere Along the way i decided to start another blog. I've realized recently how much i absolutely love photography, and feel like i should share my love of my life through photography with the online world. if you have a chance, check it out. if you don't that's ok. mostly i just need an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photogblahg.blogspot.com"&gt;www.photogblahg.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....the decision was made that unfortunately (....:)) the 1994 Isuzu rodeo that i've been driving for the last couple of years probably wasn't the best car option for me in this big move....would the rodeo have made it to california? yes. in one piece? i'm not so sure. So, thanks to my wonderful dad, i was able to get a new car (thanks dad!!!) it's a 2007 Volkswagen Rabbit....and i'm in love. This little feller had everything i wanted: hatchback, sunroof, ipod dock, low miles, pretty. I feel like i got a really good deal on it and that my research paid off. Only unfortunate news about the car is that we decided not to register it while here in utah (to avoid paying registration twice) and so i haven't been able to drive it much..... legally at least :). So i'm excited for driving freedom/bliss w/ this little beauty and hopefully it'll be named soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqlPM7jHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x8yNoi5dB9I/s1600-h/IMG_6826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqlPM7jHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x8yNoi5dB9I/s400/IMG_6826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373755968351603826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqmXLkK9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/HEqaEDW6HBw/s1600-h/IMG_6829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqmXLkK9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/HEqaEDW6HBw/s400/IMG_6829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373755987673230290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqlnkQidI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6ySaFSo2VnQ/s1600-h/IMG_6828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNqlnkQidI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6ySaFSo2VnQ/s400/IMG_6828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373755974891899346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been saying goodbye to friends and loved one's the past couple of weeks. My last day at Banana Republic was a couple Friday's ago and i miss those people so much. I only worked there for about 9 months, but i grew to love each and every person i worked with. They threw me a little goodbye bbq up provo canyon and it was nice to be with everyone. my favorite coworkers were there, but unfortunately only got pictures with a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNrk_Ggu0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-BT2vv5Nf0E/s1600-h/IMG_6762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNrk_Ggu0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-BT2vv5Nf0E/s400/IMG_6762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373757063541340994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tiffany. I love her. She and I clicked from the get-go and we were able to make fun of eachother and work all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNrkU72zwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/595ejhv3PwE/s1600-h/IMG_6766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNrkU72zwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/595ejhv3PwE/s400/IMG_6766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373757052222361346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chanel. She and I definitely became great friends throughout my time at the university mall BR. She quickly became my closest work friend and i'm grateful to have worked w/ her. basically like adding another big sister to my life. presh. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night some of my closest friends that i've known since Jr. High threw me another bbq and i was able to invite some close friends from BYU. It was great to see everyone all together.... unfortunately i forgot my camera and am relying on them to post the pics to facebook so that i can have them.......they are slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day at BYU and i have such bittersweet feelings. This job has been one of the only constant things in my life for the past 3 years and i've learned so many things while working there and made so many amazing friends along the way. The records/registration office made BYU bearable for me, and i couldn't be more appreciative to all who contributed to my success within that office. I learned not only professional skills but life skills along the way, and i'm truly grateful to everyone i've had the chance to work with. I will love and miss everyone....but it's time for me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive out of here on friday with all my possessions and my father in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this change happening i have so many mixed emotions. Happy. Sad. Excited. Nervous. Anxious. Scared. Confident etc. etc. Utah is my home and will always will be, but i'm so excited to branch out and explore. I can't wait to find my new favorite place to eat. To go grocery shopping for myself. To find my favorite place to meditate. To have easy-access to the beach. To be less than an hour away from Wicked. To make new friends. To keep in touch with old friends. To learn. To grow. and most importantly to live life to it's fullest. i feel like you can't grow without pushing yourself. Without putting yourself in uncomfortable situations and slowly making them comfortable. I look forward to the next year in santa clara, and hopefully many  more years of learning and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be documenting every step of this move both through photos and words, so....be excited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;california....here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5908038358616222079?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5908038358616222079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5908038358616222079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5908038358616222079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5908038358616222079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SpNngb77XuI/AAAAAAAAAso/HmJDDqVKjfE/s72-c/LeParc5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4081635381059017448</id><published>2009-06-25T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>sad day...</title><content type='html'>the entertainment world lost 2 greats today: Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson (not yet confirmed, but rumored). Both major Icons in American pop culture. I remember watching farrah on Charlies Angels while growing up, and listening to michael jackson ever since i was little. RIP friends. good thing everything you ever did was recorded and i can find it online :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SkP0c_h2B-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/VZkSKgvEg4k/s1600-h/michael.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SkP0c_h2B-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/VZkSKgvEg4k/s320/michael.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351389561173182434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SkP0ckQxMTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gRuvW68WGpI/s1600-h/farrah.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SkP0ckQxMTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gRuvW68WGpI/s320/farrah.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351389553853804850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4081635381059017448?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4081635381059017448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4081635381059017448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4081635381059017448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4081635381059017448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-day.html' title='sad day...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SkP0c_h2B-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/VZkSKgvEg4k/s72-c/michael.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4271620339911868334</id><published>2009-06-25T14:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i know</title><content type='html'>this happened 2 years ago...but it still makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=4267598&amp;vid=1195454&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v3/w430/1195454_400_300.jpeg&amp;embed=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="412" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=4267598&amp;vid=1195454&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v3/w430/1195454_400_300.jpeg&amp;embed=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/1195454/4267598"&gt;Miss Teen USA 2007 - South Carolina&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com" &gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4271620339911868334?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4271620339911868334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4271620339911868334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4271620339911868334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4271620339911868334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know.html' title='i know'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-434465174702308611</id><published>2009-06-24T08:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Loved This:</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a423800b2ff60bd/4727a2501a2a0f59/4fd6a5f9/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font:10px arial;width:300px;margin-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/" target="_blank"&gt;Video Recaps&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/full-episodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/webisodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Webisodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-434465174702308611?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/434465174702308611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=434465174702308611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/434465174702308611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/434465174702308611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/loved-this.html' title='Loved This:'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-3938956650469997309</id><published>2009-06-21T22:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>ms. kelly clarkson</title><content type='html'>one of my lifelong dreams came true a couple weeks ago when i was able to see Kelly Clarkson live. Ever since season 1 of american idol i have loved this woman. her voice is definitely one of my favorites of all time. She came to UVU for orem's summerfest. It was an outdoor concert and it couldn't have been more amazing (well...unless she sang for a couple more hours...). Her voice is just as incredible live as it is recorded in a studio. It was great to be with some of my best friends in the world and i loved every minute of it. even standing in the rain to get good seats. I can't wait til i get to see her again. here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RDEUU7lI/AAAAAAAAAis/lzXOWElrquA/s1600-h/IMG_6431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RDEUU7lI/AAAAAAAAAis/lzXOWElrquA/s320/IMG_6431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350013626735717970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RC1oukdI/AAAAAAAAAik/sCSna4XC8kQ/s1600-h/IMG_6426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RC1oukdI/AAAAAAAAAik/sCSna4XC8kQ/s320/IMG_6426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350013622794752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RChL7BpI/AAAAAAAAAic/GR5yg-e1K_M/s1600-h/IMG_6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RChL7BpI/AAAAAAAAAic/GR5yg-e1K_M/s320/IMG_6420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350013617305224850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RCI1XkAI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oqSI7R5mkz4/s1600-h/IMG_6417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RCI1XkAI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oqSI7R5mkz4/s320/IMG_6417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350013610768175106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RBkR4KsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1lzjX556sxc/s1600-h/IMG_6416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RBkR4KsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1lzjX556sxc/s320/IMG_6416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350013600955640514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SHbyjMfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/TqK1xNWru3w/s1600-h/IMG_6460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SHbyjMfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/TqK1xNWru3w/s320/IMG_6460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350014801267601906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SHNTeZpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fhvMSrpwwNs/s1600-h/IMG_6427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SHNTeZpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fhvMSrpwwNs/s320/IMG_6427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350014797379167890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SGvZHXiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Nz2OQ8WzMEY/s1600-h/IMG_6440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SGvZHXiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Nz2OQ8WzMEY/s320/IMG_6440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350014789349760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SGXcrnPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/8w2yYyxL8fc/s1600-h/IMG_6437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8SGXcrnPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/8w2yYyxL8fc/s320/IMG_6437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350014782922267890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...that's casey with Chelsea Hightower from So You Think You Can Dance and Dancing With The Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite moment was when she sang "Up To the Mountain" by another talented woman Patti Griffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB7AwO2XDa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB7AwO2XDa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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 haven't gotten the picture yet.....this concert was amazing. i loved it. i love kelly. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3938956650469997309?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3938956650469997309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3938956650469997309' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3938956650469997309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3938956650469997309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/ms-kelly-clarkson.html' title='ms. kelly clarkson'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sj8RDEUU7lI/AAAAAAAAAis/lzXOWElrquA/s72-c/IMG_6431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7207414101138432722</id><published>2009-06-17T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>b money</title><content type='html'>this is probably one of my favorite music videos. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=6361993208087221716&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite line? &lt;br /&gt;"Drivin. To the BK. To Eat. With the Ladies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you B Money for producing this wonderful short film that i laugh at daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7207414101138432722?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7207414101138432722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7207414101138432722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7207414101138432722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7207414101138432722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/b-money.html' title='b money'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6697013779608091289</id><published>2009-06-15T13:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>currently listening to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SjaeX9wp23I/AAAAAAAAAhU/cqo_ip88VSU/s1600-h/Brandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SjaeX9wp23I/AAAAAAAAAhU/cqo_ip88VSU/s320/Brandi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635742101855090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brandicarlile.com"&gt;brandi carlile&lt;/a&gt;. i forgot how much i love this woman. her voice has such a cool sound. and sometimes she says bad words so watch out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps..i saw kelly clarkson live this weekend. i will post about it later. let me just say....AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Morrelli/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Morrelli/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6697013779608091289?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6697013779608091289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6697013779608091289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6697013779608091289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6697013779608091289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/currently-listening-to.html' title='currently listening to'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SjaeX9wp23I/AAAAAAAAAhU/cqo_ip88VSU/s72-c/Brandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7257404479097390819</id><published>2009-05-30T16:32:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So....as many of you may or may not know i just returned from a lovely trip to NYC this past week. I have wanted to blog about this trip for months...but couldn't. Why you ask? well...the whole thing was a surprise for my best friend &lt;a href="http://caseyleemoore.blogspot.com/"&gt;casey&lt;/a&gt;. He knew he was going to New York w/ some friends for his birthday, but didn't know his friends from utah (my friend spencer and I) would be there. Since the cat is finally out of the bag, here's how it all went down:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer and I left late wednesday night from utah and arrived in New York around 5:30 in the morning...we got our bags and headed to our hotel. Once we arrived there we just left our bags there and headed to get some breakfast at a fun little hole in the wall cafe. The food was good and relatively cheap. We then headed back to our hotel to take a little nap (in the lobby...since we couldn't check in for another 5 or so hours.....i felt slightly like a bum...but at least the chair was comfy) after a cat nap we headed down 5 ave and arrived at central park after some shopping. We just walked around for a little while and took some pics as seen below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG2eOf9tvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oVg8JDQxiGY/s320/IMG_6296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG2dpQF6bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4ZTo95fY4Nc/s1600-h/IMG_6287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG2dpQF6bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4ZTo95fY4Nc/s320/IMG_6287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341751253443930546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG2da9rAjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NwZN_gWRThg/s320/IMG_6280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after spending some time here we headed back towards our hotel to surprise casey who would be arriving shortly. On the way we stopped in a big cathedral where some sort of service was going on...who knows what it was. but it was just cool to see all the random churches and cathedrals in the middle of this big city:&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG3RaUVCCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tfJPcXrNK6Y/s1600-h/IMG_6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG3RaUVCCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tfJPcXrNK6Y/s320/IMG_6298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341752142788364322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we arrived back at the hotel just in time to surprise casey and ....and surprised he was. He had no idea we were coming and it was great.  Our friend Rob flew in with him and so then the group was all together and decided to go see Shrek the musical that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG5I4NvHuI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Np8GUNyB2J4/s320/IMG_6304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I loved the show.. It was so much better than expected and had one of my many favorite musical theater actresses in it, Sutton Foster. After seeing the show we headed back to the hotel to rest up for the next day: casey's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up and went to an overpriced little place for breakfast.....($5.o0 for a small glass of orange juice) after some shopping and walking we met up with my friend Shawna who lives in New Jersey and had lunch. It was so good to see her since i rarely get to because of the distance. We ate at a delicious place called 5 napkin burger. If you're ever in NYC, go there. We also stopped to get some cupcakes at a place called Crumbs. I guess it's been featured on the food network channel. anyways...it was delish. Here's shawna and I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG4zcLLk4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/vpBk4AZxcUU/s1600-h/IMG_6317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG4zcLLk4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/vpBk4AZxcUU/s320/IMG_6317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341753826914046850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;As we were walking through the city we stumbled upon the theater for the show we were most excited about 9 to 5 the musical. Casey and I were a little excited.....ok...alot excited. I had seen the show when it previewed in LA and I LOVED it. Casey had done all his research and was super excited as well....after all Allison Janney and 2 of our favorite stars from Wicked were in the cast. How could you NOT be excited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG40EIqnKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ce9Ysl5Tvs4/s1600-h/IMG_6305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG40EIqnKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ce9Ysl5Tvs4/s320/IMG_6305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341753837640916130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;We said Bye to shawna shortly after and a saw a movie in times square...and then went and rested before our big night out on the town. We had arranged to eat at Serendipity the restaurant that night (featured in the move Serendipity). We arrived there and had a wonderful dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG4z52Mb8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/xkHRX9ioDTY/s1600-h/IMG_6324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG4z52Mb8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/xkHRX9ioDTY/s320/IMG_6324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341753834879086530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then headed back to the Marquis theater where 9 t0 5 was showing. the show was again AMAZING and we all loved it (pretty sure it was our favorite of the whole trip...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG6gpCEagI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WNA8KK53QF8/s1600-h/IMG_6310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG6gpCEagI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WNA8KK53QF8/s320/IMG_6310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341755702971230722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG6gXwo34I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4j1pwMzX630/s320/IMG_6311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was saturday and we pretty much just walked and saw shows that day. We ended up seeing "Hair" and "Little Mermaid" i liked them both, and had seen little mermaid before but they didn't really compare to the others we had seen. I was excited to see hair because Gavin Creel who i have posted about before was in it, and i love his voice. There was also another amazing singer in it who i had never heard before named Sasha Allen...go check her out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we decided to go down to Washington square (seen in August rush and I Am legend...and i'm sure alot of other movies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG7kH83zmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GDrSiwIlpq4/s1600-h/IMG_6343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG7kH83zmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GDrSiwIlpq4/s320/IMG_6343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341756862322167394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG7j4VdApI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mczewn_euU0/s1600-h/IMG_6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG7j4VdApI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mczewn_euU0/s320/IMG_6339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341756858130301586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then headed down to Battery park where we could see the statue of liberty...and saw this lovely sign made by a sweet old lady street vendor during the cab ride:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8ujWvuJI/AAAAAAAAAew/xE3VNoJ-cyU/s1600-h/IMG_6346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8ujWvuJI/AAAAAAAAAew/xE3VNoJ-cyU/s320/IMG_6346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758140988766354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lady liberty herself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8uyKMedI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6q_KDEc7qZQ/s1600-h/IMG_6348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8uyKMedI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6q_KDEc7qZQ/s320/IMG_6348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758144962656722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends.....i guess: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8vVNdL3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/NhHxfbDAweM/s1600-h/IMG_6360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8vVNdL3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/NhHxfbDAweM/s320/IMG_6360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758154371575666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York Stock Exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8vtWFoqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CVIvej1eqH4/s1600-h/IMG_6376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8vtWFoqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CVIvej1eqH4/s320/IMG_6376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758160850231970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World Trade Center site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8wBqFzTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/q0bzAip5VrQ/s1600-h/IMG_6390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG8wBqFzTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/q0bzAip5VrQ/s320/IMG_6390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758166302838066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all this sight seeing it was time to head to the airport and part ways and get back to normal life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing trip and great to be with good friends. thanks again to Rob who was the mastermind of the whole excursion. Coming back to real life was not great....but i'm almost adjusted now. here are just some more random trip pictures.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-ftJM72I/AAAAAAAAAf4/3HNnZ5o-_Cw/s1600-h/IMG_6382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-ftJM72I/AAAAAAAAAf4/3HNnZ5o-_Cw/s320/IMG_6382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341760084941533026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-ffqbGYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5WREzxOYJdA/s320/IMG_6380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-fFyDEtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bj5X2ztKhHo/s1600-h/IMG_6303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-fFyDEtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bj5X2ztKhHo/s320/IMG_6303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341760074375434962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-eu4HJvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/d-UeLOztbHs/s320/IMG_6315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-eRDFAoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZGHNQ2T8k40/s1600-h/IMG_6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG-eRDFAoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZGHNQ2T8k40/s320/IMG_6334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341760060219785858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG_bxtDnoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ks2Y9Pj00Bk/s1600-h/IMG_6364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG_bxtDnoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ks2Y9Pj00Bk/s320/IMG_6364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341761116957810306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now here i sit in utah.....blah. anyways....that's all i have to say now. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7257404479097390819?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7257404479097390819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7257404479097390819' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7257404479097390819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7257404479097390819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SiG2eOf9tvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oVg8JDQxiGY/s72-c/IMG_6296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8006402234013526518</id><published>2009-04-23T21:55:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Here it is...</title><content type='html'>as promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the much anticipated update of mr. Michael Morrell!!! no...i haven't fallen off the face of the earth, but after a recent bout with Mono (...don't even ask cause i have NO idea where i contracted this awful, AWFUL ailment) i kind of lost motivation to inform the online world of the goings on in my life. But here I sit, after running 1.5 miles (the first run in probably 8 months or so) more motivated than ever to let y'all know what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big event #1 (and probably the most exciting..): MARK AND KAYLINN's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i flew down to Los Angeles to meet up with my sister Malissa to then drive up to Oakland with her the following day. I arrived wednesday night and we enjoyed some Italian food at a quaint little restaurant that i guess typically includes singing entertainment, unfortunately that night our service was a little slow and no singers. Went back to her place and was exhausted but of course had to say hello to these little guys, aka malissa's children Milo (the maltese) and Mcgee (the chihuahua).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE6lvOM4XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QNMkRXW5cUQ/s1600-h/IMG_6186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE6lvOM4XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QNMkRXW5cUQ/s320/IMG_6186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104254161609074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE63KIkh_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/o4Ww9c4z5ws/s1600-h/IMG_6188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE63KIkh_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/o4Ww9c4z5ws/s320/IMG_6188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104553443526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early the next morning for the long drive up to Oakland, about 5 hours. Malissa listened to some book on tape that i didn't really understand and i just sat there.....looking out the bug encrusted window and smelling the wonderful smell of manure. my favorite. And of course stopped at In-N-Out where i engulfed A double double animal style and fries...animal style as well. Heart Attack in a box...but SOOOO worth it. (this would be the first of many stops to this yum place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our hotel in Oakland (the good ol' best western! gotta love it) and after a little discussion we were able to check into our rooms and get ready for the family dinner that evening. The Morrell's were in charge (that would be my family.....) but the Wright's (Kaylinn's family) had everything ready...except for the food...when we arrived at the church. That was much appreciated....it looked great....and the food was....pretty good. Olive garden. Mark had asked me to give a toast at the family dinner and a toast i did give. It wasn't anything amazing...nor was it memorized... but i made peeps laugh and that's all that matters. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex; font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mark and Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;riends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;olleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;njoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;eing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;verly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;bnoxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what does it spell? that's  right. facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes, I found out that these  two lovebirds were dating all thanks to Facebook. Once I saw Mark's  relationship status change from single to "in a relationship with  Kaylinn wright" I had a suspicion that he might be dating someone. This  was surprising beacuse mark was the big ladies man in the family and  typically wasn't afraid to tell us all about it...so I had to investigate.   After Facebook and blog stalking mark and Kaylinn for a month or so....  We discovered they had been to Disneyland perhaps a few too many times,  and eaten at chilis on numerous occasions. I had to  meet this "Kaylinn Wright" in person – an event that was  unheard of in the land of mark's past relationships. Shortly after meeting  her, i was sold. In fact, i think i was sold before mark was.....and  i'm not the only one. it wasn't hard to see why mark was letting us all  in on this one. I mean, he didn't have much of a choice....after all....  They had already given birth to a bouncing baby boy, ruprecht. there  was no turning back now. So, a couple more visits to Disneyland, cheesy  blog posts, FB status updates, skookies, pei Wei, joghurt and a repaired  wedding ring later we find ourselves here.... Celebrating the union of  2 people that we all love dearly.  Here's to hoping the cheesy blog posts  never end. And that you really don't name your child ruprecht. We wish  you the best of luck w/ eachother. Kaylinn, we appreciate you putting  up with our little tigger. Love you both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;now wasn't that just presh-us!??! whatever. it was better in person...i promise. The dinner finished nicely and the Wright's left to go pick up their missionary brother/son from the airport. The morrell's stayed to help clean up dinner and set up for the reception the next night. A few long hours later we were exhausted and went back to the hotel...this would be my last night to snuggies w/ mark in a hotel bed. A bitter sweet moment if i do say so myself.  After the family gave mark some wonderful sex  advice (inquire within...), we went to bed to prepare ourselves for the festivities the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Oakland temple in the morning, and it was a gorgeous day out. you could see san francisco from the temple grounds (this made me super excited....since i'll be moving there in a few short months....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE9upWqcDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/g5ZqGhPuoTQ/s1600-h/IMG_6194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE9upWqcDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/g5ZqGhPuoTQ/s320/IMG_6194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328107705740193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course took some pictures of myself.... lookin' mighty fine... obviously.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFDvZZ03QI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bfNfZan6G4g/s1600-h/IMG_6210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFDvZZ03QI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bfNfZan6G4g/s320/IMG_6210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328114315708128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE-SXDlL6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/X76NLqiEA3c/s1600-h/IMG_6198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE-SXDlL6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/X76NLqiEA3c/s320/IMG_6198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328108319303610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temple....the morning was seriously gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE_GCIbVeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_SVn3jj8vM0/s1600-h/IMG_6201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfE_GCIbVeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_SVn3jj8vM0/s320/IMG_6201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328109207039989218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with each of my nephews, and my niece. The whole family was there.... something that hasn't happened in a while so it was a good lil' gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista's Kids (Lauren, Tyler, Kaden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAUbNShdI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1HIfST_f1U0/s1600-h/IMG_6203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAUbNShdI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1HIfST_f1U0/s320/IMG_6203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110553801065938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAUlzrj8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/2MQ3skKtBSE/s1600-h/IMG_6215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAUlzrj8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/2MQ3skKtBSE/s320/IMG_6215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110556646444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAU3YVvuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xu9WzrPWiJI/s1600-h/IMG_6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAU3YVvuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xu9WzrPWiJI/s320/IMG_6211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110561363607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie's Kids (BJ (with a sneaky tyler...), Jack, Alex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAVdfQvPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-o7bjH9AxP4/s1600-h/IMG_6208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAVdfQvPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-o7bjH9AxP4/s320/IMG_6208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110571593186546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAVPIu7LI/AAAAAAAAAZs/97YI2MFMLPg/s1600-h/IMG_6229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFAVPIu7LI/AAAAAAAAAZs/97YI2MFMLPg/s320/IMG_6229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110567740599474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB7BOKmcI/AAAAAAAAAac/uKeQmyKM61M/s1600-h/IMG_6206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB7BOKmcI/AAAAAAAAAac/uKeQmyKM61M/s320/IMG_6206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112316351945154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe's Kids (Jaxon, Zachary, Carter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB6lrVYMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aoBVMcd5Xek/s1600-h/IMG_6217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB6lrVYMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aoBVMcd5Xek/s320/IMG_6217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112308958093506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB6LFmBtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lCgtF0oE-Cw/s1600-h/IMG_6216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB6LFmBtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lCgtF0oE-Cw/s320/IMG_6216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112301820479186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB6wG6GCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kxALn4HlaWk/s1600-h/IMG_6218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFB6wG6GCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kxALn4HlaWk/s320/IMG_6218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328112311758100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malissa, Lauren, and I had babysitting duty while everyone was in the temple.... this is nothing new for us. So luckily tom had some hook ups w/ the peeps in oakland (he served his mission there) and we were able to use a big room in the stake center to keep the kids occupied for a little bit..... here was my set-up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFC1bcX9tI/AAAAAAAAAak/SMn3wooVGkg/s1600-h/IMG_6219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFC1bcX9tI/AAAAAAAAAak/SMn3wooVGkg/s320/IMG_6219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328113319823275730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right folks.... 2 car DVD players hooked to chairs..... with Bolt playing. thank you technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kept them occupied for probably 3o minutes....and then i had to play duck duck goose and the quiet game w/ them for the remainder of the time..... and then just like that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFDTOpUp4I/AAAAAAAAAas/VaP5cWiZ5v4/s1600-h/IMG_6225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFDTOpUp4I/AAAAAAAAAas/VaP5cWiZ5v4/s320/IMG_6225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328113831783999362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Kaylinn emerge from the temple. presh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of pictures , and a lovely lunch at the Wright home later, it was time for the reception. partay!! there was yummy food and alot of people i didn't know........so you know what i did all night. that's right. i ate. and felt awkward. and.....took some pics of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFSHuZuSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/F6fcHXqX4r8/s1600-h/IMG_6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFSHuZuSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/F6fcHXqX4r8/s320/IMG_6239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116011769641250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFSnhJUDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/p8wdLakopO8/s1600-h/IMG_6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFSnhJUDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/p8wdLakopO8/s320/IMG_6243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116020303974450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFR7vkIaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B_iWNp2RG1g/s1600-h/IMG_6236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFR7vkIaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B_iWNp2RG1g/s320/IMG_6236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116008553292194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFRiIk0WI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Vg6FypPHRx4/s1600-h/IMG_6233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFRiIk0WI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Vg6FypPHRx4/s320/IMG_6233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116001678872930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFTInq5nI/AAAAAAAAAbc/keeP1ngmsDg/s1600-h/IMG_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFFTInq5nI/AAAAAAAAAbc/keeP1ngmsDg/s320/IMG_6245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116029189711474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they were off...... to taint their once pure bodies.....wow...that sounded even more graphic than just saying they went and did the nasty. whatever. I love kaylinn and am so glad she's now a part of our family. i guess i love mark too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Event number 2: BFF Casey came to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey decided to take a quick trip up here to utah to just chill for a couple days. It was a fun weekend full of...well....nothing really. Eating, movies, a little shopping, relaxing. The ushe. We saw 17 again....and before you make fun of me...go see this movie. It's freaking hilarious. way better than expected....who know zac efron could actually act? anyways... It's always good to see casey, and i'm glad to have such a good friend even though we live alot of miles apart.  surprisingly only one picture was taken that weekend.... here it is in all it's glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFGiTG5xyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gqZ8uDK2a5A/s1600-h/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFGiTG5xyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gqZ8uDK2a5A/s320/IMG_6254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328117389214730018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. thugzzzz at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big event #3: I wore a BowTie to work at Banana...that's right folks. be jealous of my coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFHZ9PKpZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/R8IHGNcAjug/s1600-h/IMG_6264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SfFHZ9PKpZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/R8IHGNcAjug/s320/IMG_6264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328118345416484242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing better than a hand-me-down from Gramps. :) people said they liked it...but in all reality they probably think i looked like a freak. whatever. to each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big event #4: I ran. Yup. I ran 1.5 miles tonight as stated above. an event that hasn't happened in quite some time. and let me just tell you...it kicked my butt. i don't know if it's cause i have mono, or cause i'm just insanely out of shape, but i felt like my lungs were going to explode. but.... i'm hoping to continue this little trend and run frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really think of any other big things or things of note..... i've just been working both jobs and doing my best to save save save so that i can move in august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. take it or leave it. the update is complete. i'm hopeful the next post won't be so long and boring. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8006402234013526518?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;susan boyle....hello shaheen jafargholi. geeeeez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhz6u94EV2U8Y8Amyd"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhz6u94EV2U8Y8Amyd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&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/4909348354538620919-2604242179979079857?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2604242179979079857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2604242179979079857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2604242179979079857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2604242179979079857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1680429038294541937</id><published>2009-04-13T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>love this</title><content type='html'>as well.... i've talked about eden before, and i've seen her live. katie thompson actually went to school with my sister's here at Mt. View and i am LOVING her voice recently. cool to see a hometown girl make it somewhere in life. she's hiding behind the piano, but you can see more of her at katiethompson.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1l5FKprD7p8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1l5FKprD7p8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4909348354538620919-1680429038294541937?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1680429038294541937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1680429038294541937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1680429038294541937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1680429038294541937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-this.html' title='love this'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-9137240870895081253</id><published>2009-04-13T23:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>this</title><content type='html'>makes me so happy. kristen wiig is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="296" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/N1TNasOzTnKcqKi7e9XvZA/0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/N1TNasOzTnKcqKi7e9XvZA/0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&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/4909348354538620919-9137240870895081253?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9137240870895081253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=9137240870895081253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9137240870895081253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9137240870895081253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/04/this.html' title='this'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-8371323575607216263</id><published>2009-04-09T16:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:26:56.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i realize..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that my blog has been boring lately. I apologize. To be quite honest, after a recent bout (sp?) with mono i've been too tired to do much of anything...........but i'm done w/ excuses and i promise that tomorrow, meaning sometime next week, i will update this lovely little blog of mine. I'll talk about Mark and Kaylinn's wedding and my lovely school newspaper. and perhaps a little bit about food. until then....go look at my friend casey's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://caseyleemoore.com/"&gt;new website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8371323575607216263?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8371323575607216263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8371323575607216263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8371323575607216263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8371323575607216263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realize.html' title='i realize..'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6067540341083807567</id><published>2009-03-24T08:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i smiled</title><content type='html'>when i saw &lt;a href="http://confidentcharm.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-finds.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post. thanks amber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6067540341083807567?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6067540341083807567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6067540341083807567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6067540341083807567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6067540341083807567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-smiled.html' title='i smiled'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-5992497645127556138</id><published>2009-03-17T23:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i love...</title><content type='html'>....megan corkrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j141/mjsbigblog/Top%2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=megan_top11.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j141/mjsbigblog/Top%2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=megan_top11.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sang great even though she had the freaking flu! other favorites of the night were Danny Gokey, Allison Iraheta, and Matt Giraud. And while Adam Lambert's vocals are very impressive..... his performance scared me. I felt like i was being hypnotized.... or seduced. scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5992497645127556138?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5992497645127556138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5992497645127556138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5992497645127556138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5992497645127556138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love_17.html' title='i love...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4744112315756735451</id><published>2009-03-17T12:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sb_q3ZkxWuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tHemcfgKW4U/s1600-h/green+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sb_q3ZkxWuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tHemcfgKW4U/s320/green+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314224322799295202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;....amazes me. Some places know how to party.... orem/provo utah does not. why don't we dye the mountains green? seriously. happy st. patrick's day y'all. It's a gorgeous day and I want to play tennis...and take a nap in the grass. yet here I sit in an office. I love my life....really, i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4744112315756735451?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4744112315756735451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4744112315756735451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4744112315756735451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4744112315756735451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/this.html' title='this....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/Sb_q3ZkxWuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tHemcfgKW4U/s72-c/green+river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6962884710519998024</id><published>2009-03-10T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>she's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that's right ladies and gentlemen..... the Kelly Clarkson we know and LOVE has returned. Her new album brings joy to my soul.... catchy tunes, great beats, and even better vocals create an album that is definitely sing-along-in-the-car worthy. go buy it. NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6962884710519998024?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6962884710519998024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6962884710519998024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6962884710519998024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6962884710519998024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-back.html' title='she&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2267398657966298449</id><published>2009-03-09T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>shortly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i will own Kelly Clarkson's new album. i simply cannot wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SbX31y4GN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Y-_rc_-kEhg/s1600-h/kel+kel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SbX31y4GN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Y-_rc_-kEhg/s320/kel+kel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311423839115556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Goes on sale in less than an hour....but i'll be getting it in more like 20. still. can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2267398657966298449?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2267398657966298449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2267398657966298449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2267398657966298449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2267398657966298449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/shortly.html' title='shortly...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SbX31y4GN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Y-_rc_-kEhg/s72-c/kel+kel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3195651653502346693</id><published>2009-03-08T22:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i love</title><content type='html'>ellen degeneres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqggzJje_Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqggzJje_Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4909348354538620919-3195651653502346693?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3195651653502346693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3195651653502346693' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3195651653502346693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3195651653502346693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love.html' title='i love'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-5337096984178099714</id><published>2009-03-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>voicemail.</title><content type='html'>Mark asked me why i didn't include his voicemail in my post about my birthday. so, as per his request, the voicemail went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello brother, this is...brother. We are calling to wish you a happy day when you released yourself from the bondage of our mother's womb. When you crowned and came out of her placenta. Or otherwise known as your birthday. Happy birthday brother Mikey. We love you. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mark. you're a gem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5337096984178099714?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5337096984178099714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5337096984178099714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5337096984178099714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5337096984178099714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/voicemail.html' title='voicemail.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-175402082611088592</id><published>2009-03-02T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>i'm 21. be jealous... unless you're also 21 or older...then...just be proud of me for making it :)&lt;br /&gt;So...what did i do for my 21st birthday you ask? what every other sane person on this earth does to celebrate their 21st.... i went to VEGAS! and celebrated like a true mormon would.  the trip is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kind friend spencer made the trip down w/ me.....that drive is so much more tolerable when you're not alone ps. We stopped in St. George to hear Casey sing at Dixie State for some dance recital thing and he did an amazing job. We then ate at Outback (yes.... of course we ordered the bloomin onion!) and then we headed down to Vegas. We stayed in Henderson...mostly to avoid being on the yummy strip. Saturday was spent doing some shopping and just getting caught up. We at an early dinner at this place called "Brio Tuscan Grille" it was delicious. we were joined by my other friend Luke and it was fun to get caught up. Then Casey, Spencer, and I headed down to the strip to see Phantom. After parking (and a less-than-short walk to the theater) we arrived and entered one of the coolest theaters i've been to. This place was built for this show and it made it that much more enjoyable. Our seats were great (all thanks to casey) and i was blown away by the show. Loved every minute of it (i still think wicked is my fave ever.... but phantom now joins my top 5). I was exhausted by the end of the night so i went to bed pretty early. Then sunday (my actual birthday) we got up, checked out of the hotel and then had an early lunch before heading back home. Once I arrived i was greeted with a wonderful dinner prepared by my sister julie. It consisted of so many wonderful italian yummies..... including, but not limited to... bruschetta, veggies, 2 types of pasta with 3 different sauces, parmesan chicken, and for dessert a delish raspberry cobbler. I loved every minute of my birthday and just want to say thanks again for all who made it enjoyable. I'm so grateful to have so many wonderful friends and family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although i could have spent my big day drinking and gambling...i chose the right this time and managed to have a memorable time. here's to another year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-175402082611088592?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/175402082611088592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=175402082611088592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/175402082611088592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/175402082611088592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/03/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-9162214546578777752</id><published>2009-02-23T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A phenomenon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...that drives me crazy: When there are food items that come in multiples, and no one will eat the last one! it sits there, getting crusted over, moldy, smelly, and rock hard until someone eventually throws it away. Why can't we, as human beings, be the one to eat the last cookie? the last chip? the last donut hole? the last piece of pizza? i don't get it! i  myself am guilty of this, however recently i've decided to stick it to the man and eat that last dang treat if i want it. Who cares if someone else may want it later.... i want it NOW! this happens all the time at work...we constantly have the lonely food item left sitting on the counter...and i'm taking a stand. so long lonely donut hole, you'll soon find a home in my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SaLsSZyviDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cvQQ2RmsqlE/s1600-h/photo%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SaLsSZyviDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cvQQ2RmsqlE/s320/photo%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306063111901382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SaLsRi5zpgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3tQfRMp6FnE/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SaLsRi5zpgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3tQfRMp6FnE/s320/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306063097167062530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-9162214546578777752?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9162214546578777752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=9162214546578777752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9162214546578777752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9162214546578777752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/phenomenon.html' title='A phenomenon...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SaLsSZyviDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cvQQ2RmsqlE/s72-c/photo%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8280880601354549969</id><published>2009-02-20T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Highschool.</title><content type='html'>yeah....that's right. i'm just gonna skip over my jr. high years. here's another lil' thing that's appeared on facebook recently that i thought i'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's High School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you marry someone from your high school?&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you carpool to school?&lt;br /&gt;I WAS the carpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of car did you have?&lt;br /&gt;1988 Ford Taurus. Red exterior AND interior. complete w/ cigarrette butts in the garbage compartments in the back (it was a used car......and i was never back there to dig through the garbage flaps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of car do you have now?&lt;br /&gt;1994 Isuzu Rodeo. Blue Interior, Grey-ish interior. I'm moving up in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's Friday night...where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Either working at banana, or seeing a movie/hanging out w/ my bestest of friends. OR some sort of concert. OR on a roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It is Friday night...where were you then?&lt;br /&gt;Probably working at Chucks (yes...as in chuck-e-cheese's). Cleaning up other's messes. Or just sitting at home watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What kind of job did you have in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Chuck-E-Cheese's Cast Member &amp;amp; the Soc Shop :) oh the days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of job do you have now?&lt;br /&gt;"BYU Records and Registration, This is MIKE!" and "Would you like to save an additional 15% by signing up for a Banana Republic rewards card?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;Never have been....never will be... of which i'm very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;I think moreso now than i was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What clubs were you in?&lt;br /&gt;No clubs....just choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Were you a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;no....but my glasses were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you get suspended or expelled?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you sing the fight song?&lt;br /&gt;um....for the most part....with a little "da da da's" thrown in where i don't know the words. M-V-H-S MVHS THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones (only cause i could make fun of him and he'd return the favor), Rosie (hate to admit it sometimes...but i love this woman), Mrs. Robert (couldn't do calculus to save my life...but i enjoyed her class alot), Coach Stoddard....this man worshipped the ground i walk on...and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year: lunchroom. Junior Year: went home everyday. Senior year: the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was your school's full name?&lt;br /&gt;Mountain View High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your school mascot?&lt;br /&gt;MIGHTY Bruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to be a high school student again....but i've always kinda wanted to teach highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you have fun at Prom?&lt;br /&gt;Prom.....hm....... there was alot of drama going on at that time w/ my group of friends, but the free appetizers at Carrabbas were delish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as i should, but i did go out to dinner with Brenna a month or so ago. good to catch up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?&lt;br /&gt;YES! YES! YES! i love the idea of reunions...i'm all about keeping in touch w/ people and reminiscing on the good ol' times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you still talk to people from school?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Used to be daily, but now at least once a week i'm in contact w/ people from highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. School Colors?&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal, White and Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Fondest memories in High School?&lt;br /&gt;Choir performances/tours, being a part of the Musicals, going to Volleyball games, my exploding appendix, seeing robbie coe in the hallways, Mr. Mountain View, and watching the miracle of life...i'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did you have any secret handshakes or sayings?&lt;br /&gt;.....they're called "secret handshakes" for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Who was your BFF?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the year..... but if i had to pick one i'd probably have to say through it all Julie. homegirl has stuck w/ me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you still talk your high school BFF?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Not as much as i should though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;wow....where do i start? i think the thing that has changed the most is my confidence in myself. i love me now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Biggest regret?&lt;br /&gt;Being so shy. Not participating in more activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Awards in School???&lt;br /&gt;Most of my awards came from choir/singing. but i did win the best interview answer for Mr. Mountain view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Did you have a serious boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you could change anything about High School, what would it be???&lt;br /&gt;a class period devoted to nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Did High School prepare you for real life?&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm classes? no. Social situations? yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8280880601354549969?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8280880601354549969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8280880601354549969' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8280880601354549969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8280880601354549969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/highschool.html' title='Highschool.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2814282664352313805</id><published>2009-02-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>..... my little stevie wright was kind of a let down last night. ok...a really big let down. let's just pray she makes it on the wild card show. favorites of the night: Jackie Tohn, Ricky Braddy, and i hate to say it but tatiana has a pretty good voice under all the annoying personality. But by far my favorite of the night, and of the season thus far, Danny Gokey. Such a rad voice. anyways.... so while i'm sad a little bit about ms. wright, some others shone through and i'm excited for the rest of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2814282664352313805?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2814282664352313805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2814282664352313805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2814282664352313805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2814282664352313805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-854990120793798631</id><published>2009-02-13T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>tragic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXVoA5k2yI/AAAAAAAAATI/TsBTMBEqdGw/s1600-h/hahahahah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXVoA5k2yI/AAAAAAAAATI/TsBTMBEqdGw/s320/hahahahah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302379019711601442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Salt lake city's finest. The longest fingernails in the world were tragically severed in a car accident. So long one minute of fame. i'm sorry, but even without the fingernails this woman looks like an alien....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXWxp6_gZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tVC_8xD1CCk/s1600-h/hahah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXWxp6_gZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tVC_8xD1CCk/s320/hahah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302380284853846418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXYhrV5zBI/AAAAAAAAATY/tzx0YOVFvnw/s1600-h/leeredmond2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXYhrV5zBI/AAAAAAAAATY/tzx0YOVFvnw/s320/leeredmond2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302382209380502546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and my absolute favorite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXYhhxx95I/AAAAAAAAATg/nfHOn7Xhzgs/s1600-h/Lee%2BRedmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXYhhxx95I/AAAAAAAAATg/nfHOn7Xhzgs/s320/Lee%2BRedmond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302382206813075346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;my first question was "do you think she paints them?" my coworkers response, "yeah..she just dips them in a can of paint!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i think i might vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to see the whole story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kansascity.com/news/nation/story/1032252.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kansascity.com/news/nation/story/1032252.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-854990120793798631?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/854990120793798631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=854990120793798631' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/854990120793798631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/854990120793798631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/tragic.html' title='tragic.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXVoA5k2yI/AAAAAAAAATI/TsBTMBEqdGw/s72-c/hahahahah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3254357362667122414</id><published>2009-02-13T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>lunchtime surprise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); 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 &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came to your desk to write you a poem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To tell you your heart is my favorite home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m eating a cookie, the E.L. fudge kind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for some reason chocolate always brings you to mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s probably because you always talk about poo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And just like chocolate that stuff is brown too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clap your hands if you’re happy because you’re my friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clap louder, clap louder or I’ll be dead in the end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cause just like a fairy you have to believe in me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I am to be happy and peaceful and loving and free&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This poem could go on forever if you’d like&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I don’t think you would, after all you are mike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;thank you amber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I can always count on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3254357362667122414?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3254357362667122414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3254357362667122414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3254357362667122414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3254357362667122414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunchtime-surprise.html' title='lunchtime surprise...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-3411783605293555511</id><published>2009-02-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>mounds, and mounds of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;COOKIES!!!!!!!!!! since valentines day is on a saturday, our office celebrated a day early. Typically when we tell people to bring a treat, maybe 3 or 4 people bring them...but not today. i'm pretty sure about 90% of the employees brought cookies today....myself included. I made my "specialty"...snickerdoodles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXQXy8dpZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E3v954j8SQg/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXQXy8dpZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E3v954j8SQg/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302373243529569682" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and the rest of the office brought many other varieties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXQkIFvZoI/AAAAAAAAATA/WbGLKPs4aSc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXQkIFvZoI/AAAAAAAAATA/WbGLKPs4aSc/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302373455364056706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think i'm just about cookied out. but a fun time was had by all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3411783605293555511?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3411783605293555511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3411783605293555511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3411783605293555511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3411783605293555511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/mounds-and-mounds-of.html' title='mounds, and mounds of....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SZXQXy8dpZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E3v954j8SQg/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1985785778584829466</id><published>2009-02-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>not to brag...</title><content type='html'>...or anything. but every person (with the exception of jamar) on my idol list made it through to the next round. I could write this crap. More predictions to come next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1985785778584829466?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1985785778584829466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1985785778584829466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1985785778584829466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1985785778584829466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-to-brag.html' title='not to brag...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-967342060142013856</id><published>2009-02-10T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>can't wait...</title><content type='html'>....for sandra bullock's new movies!! love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="video-details"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="less-emphasis"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/rg/VIDEO_PLAY/LINK//video/imdb/vi1841496857/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1841496857/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="video-details"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="less-emphasis"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/rg/VIDEO_PLAY/LINK//video/imdb/vi1418658585/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1418658585/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-967342060142013856?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/967342060142013856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=967342060142013856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/967342060142013856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/967342060142013856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-8726924515569057887</id><published>2009-02-08T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>can i just say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SY_XICk2V_I/AAAAAAAAASw/bgYibkH5iaY/s1600-h/hudson_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SY_XICk2V_I/AAAAAAAAASw/bgYibkH5iaY/s400/hudson_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300691819568715762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.... jennifer hudson is truly AMAZING. her performance tonight at the grammys brought me to tears. literally. i'm sad for you if you missed it cause all of them that are appearing on youtube are being taken off. but someday you'll be able to find a copy of it...and you'll love it just as much as i did. guaranteed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8726924515569057887?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8726924515569057887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8726924515569057887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8726924515569057887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8726924515569057887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-just-say.html' title='can i just say...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SY_XICk2V_I/AAAAAAAAASw/bgYibkH5iaY/s72-c/hudson_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3063145329291750504</id><published>2009-02-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>elementary school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;as i was chatting w/ my friend Kaley (shout out!) online as we suffered through the last 2 hours of work today.... i was reminded of the good ol' days. She works in the old Morris Center cafeteria so i asked her how that was...and this is the conversation that followed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="ltr" id=":py"&gt;sick. we have our meetings in there every friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":px"&gt;do they feed you hot dogs and tater tots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="ltr" id=":pw"&gt;no cookies and cake. oink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" id=":pv" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;but the cafeteria smells like tots and milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":pu"&gt;ewwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":pt" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;i just got the smell of those milk cartons. and i wanted to die. like after your mouth ahs made the cardboard wet.... ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="ltr" id=":ps"&gt;haha and then those sick kids in the 6th grade who didnt know how to poen them or drink them and it would always have milk on the sides of their mouths. barf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="ltr" id=":pr"&gt;hahaha crusty milk... HAHHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":pq"&gt;sick!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="ltr" id=":pp"&gt;and the ones who get ketchup stains on their shirts from dropping their hotdog on it. and their neckline on the shirt is stretched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":po" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;but of course, the stain is surrounded w/ wetness cause they tried to lick it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="ltr" id=":pn"&gt;haha you are describing robert mckay from 7th grade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" id=":pm" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;EWWWWWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="ltr" id=":pl"&gt;david robinson for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pk" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;5th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pj" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;tried to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pi" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="ltr" id=":ph"&gt;haha what??? how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="ltr" id=":pg"&gt;he's the only person i've ever been in a physical fight w/. he was a kicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pf" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;and he had long fingernails and tried to scratch my throat to shreds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pe" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;thank goodness for samoan friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;Kaley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" dir="ltr" id=":pd"&gt;hahaha please post that on your blog. im dying right now. that kid was a beast. what did you do to piss him off so badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" dir="ltr" id=":pc"&gt;i either spit on him, or called him gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pb" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;which is so crude/rude. but i love that i did it when i was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":pa" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id=":p9" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;i didn't know any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thinking about crusted milk mustaches, and slobbery ketchup stains brought back a flood of memories. I remember in 1st grade my friend Brandon and I used to chase around this kid who's name was Levi..... our nickname for him was "Levi Peevi"...so one day we made "levi peevi soup" in a puddle that remained after a rain storm under the monkey bars. what made this "levi peevi soup" you ask? .... well.... brandon peed in an empty milk carton and we added that to the muddy water mixture....when our teacher asked what we had done, of course "all we did was put some lemonade in there" ....i can't believe i just made that story public. it's remained in my brain for over 15 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Next memory: I used to ride my bike to school alot, and we'd ride with my neighbors who went to my same school. There was a big hill that we went down to get to school.... so one day i was in front of the group and i was going down the hill pretty fast, as i reached the bottom i looked back to see where everyone else was and BAM! ran into a parked camper trailer. my bike slid out from under me and i ended up halfway under the trailer. i cried the rest of the way to school....mmmk, pretty sure i was actually screaming bloody murder the rest of the way to school. and yes....my mother made me stay the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing to do with my group of friends was collect pencils from the pencil machine next to the lunchroom. The pencils had a different football teams logo on each of them, so the goal was to eventually get every team in the NFL....i don't know how much money i spent on those dang penicls....but i'm sure i could've had a new car by now if i hadn't spent money on those things. But hey.... it got me in with the cool crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the "cool kids" my induction into this group happened as follows: i was practicing for the presidential fitness award (you'd have to do so many pushups, situps, run a mile under a certain time etc) on the playground. I was doing pull ups and the 3 "coolest" kids in school saw me doing them and were AMAZED at how many i could do....they approached me and said "hey. you are awesome at pull ups. wanna be our friend?"....and i said yes. too bad i couldn't do 1 pullup to save my life now...i guess that's why in Jr. High i was demoted to the less-than-cool kids table at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other memories include:&lt;br /&gt;**ripping a kids shirt while playing football at recess&lt;br /&gt;**watching robbie coe run around the field acting like a dinosaur. claws and all.&lt;br /&gt;** doing "cherry bombs" (backflips) off of the monkey bars&lt;br /&gt;**being chased around by marrinne melhoff for an entire recess period as she called me "gay boy! girlie boy! queer!"i was 10 years old. my mother didn't let me watch MTV, i had no idea what that meant...that one was fun.&lt;br /&gt;** being 4-square champion&lt;br /&gt;** my greenbay packers lunch box&lt;br /&gt;** rollerblading, with the 2 middle wheels gone of course, cause that's what the "cool kids" did.&lt;br /&gt;** buying my elementary school sweetheart melissa schoenfeld a massive chocolate hershey's kiss and a chocolate rose and a dollar store teddy bear for valentines day in 6th grade...cameron bench never forgave me for stealing his woman**working in the lunchroom and thinking it was cool **&lt;br /&gt;**getting excited when it was pizza day in the lunchroom...little did i know that iw as eating something completely unnatural. (i remember also that when i worked in  the lunchroom they'd give me 2 pieces! so amazing...)&lt;br /&gt;**book orders.&lt;br /&gt;**going to the library and having the library read us a story, usually "newbury award winners"&lt;br /&gt;**lining up outside the door after recess, and also walking down the hall "single file!"&lt;br /&gt;**Computer lab games.... Oregon Trail was my absolute fave! hated dying of dysentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i'm sure there are so many others that would be blogworthy, but i'm running out of time at work. i miss the simple days. i'd love to hear any other favorite elementary school specific memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="RNCQof" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="Q2bXSc"&gt; &lt;span class="ej8B8e" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="" class="Zd8p8d"&gt;&lt;div class="O4ArCc" role="alert"&gt;&lt;wbr&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/4909348354538620919-3063145329291750504?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3063145329291750504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3063145329291750504' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3063145329291750504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3063145329291750504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/elementary-school.html' title='elementary school.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3397869893589020941</id><published>2009-02-06T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>under the radar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so there's this girl that was on my idol list that i forgot to mention: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Casey Carlson. We haven't seen her since her first audition, at least not that i've noticed.  but i think she may just be another that they're keeping hidden. she had a great voice, and i'd be surprised if she didn't make it further. keep your eyes peeled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3397869893589020941?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3397869893589020941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3397869893589020941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3397869893589020941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3397869893589020941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-radar.html' title='under the radar...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-3333249735164631211</id><published>2009-02-04T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>yet another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...post about Idol. So...as i watched all the first round auditions i made a list of people i liked/thought would get far....and i'm doing pretty well so far!! here are the ones that remain from my list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stevie Wrigh&lt;/span&gt;t: i'm pretty sure she's still there.... they didn't show much of her...so i could be wrong..but i LOVE her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt;: the indian dude with a GREAT voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ann Marie Boskovich&lt;/span&gt;: really really pretty tall long dark hair...nice soothing voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Corkrey&lt;/span&gt;: actually stood behind this girl in line when i went to the second round of auditions w/ casey... has the tattoo on her left arm. unique voice. i like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Vaifanua&lt;/span&gt;: the polynesian from hurricane utah. she looked great tonight and sang w/ my favorite group. for those that watched....the group that sang their song acapella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine Murray&lt;/span&gt;: Young black girl, big pretty eyes...sang w/ the hippie Rose. only one in her group to make it. which is exactly what should have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamar&lt;/span&gt;: black guy who has made it this far in the competition w/ his best friend...who is next on my list...sang w/ the acapella group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt;: probably my favorite male voice this season. His wife died recently, and came w/ his best friend to the competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/span&gt;: actually didn't see this guy in the earlier rounds, but he has a great voice...don't know much about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristin Mcnamara&lt;/span&gt;: Girl in the final group that sang...blonde hair. great higher register.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i think that Danny Gokey, Stevie Wright, Taylor Vaifanua, Megan Crokrey, and Ann Marie Boskovich have the best chance of making it through next week. Guess we'll see how good of a judge i am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i need a life. (i think i say this at least every 3 or 4 posts...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3333249735164631211?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3333249735164631211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3333249735164631211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3333249735164631211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3333249735164631211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/yet-another.html' title='yet another...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4696721843366642067</id><published>2009-02-04T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>i gave in...</title><content type='html'>...and did this little thing that everyone else was doing on facebook. and secretly enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I eat a vending machine lunch at least once a week. The joys of working in an office building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I type over 100 addresses daily...and my eyes are starting to feel it. (my record is 305 in 6 hours...sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I stayed up until 2 am playing golf..... on the playstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I could eat chili's chips and queso anytime, anyday, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I stumbled upon (not literally...thankfully) a used condom in the University Mall bathroom the other day..... really people? really? you couldn't find a better place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have been craving really good seafood for over a month....and i still haven't satisfied that craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can drink alcohol and gamble legally in less than a month. but i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't turn away when "The Real Housewives of Orange County" is on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One of my favorite things is getting a text from people i haven't heard from in a while. ok...let's be honest. i love getting texts from anyone. it's a problem of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I just purchased a pair of prescription glasses for $10.... $4 shipping. I'm hoping they arrive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The "Angry Whopper" from Burger King makes my taste buds happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm in love with my own blog. (morrellibelly.blogspot.com) you should be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I secretly want to be able to wear a bow tie and pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I folded around 100 pairs of "chinos" (pants....basically khaki's) at work the other night. and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I wear a CTR ring, yet still consciously sometimes CTW(rong). don't tell my bishop. or God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I almost always wish i were somewhere else. unless i'm somewhere that i want to be...aka anywhere outside of provo/orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My iPhone's backround says "I like it when you touch me"....i think it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't know 3/4 of the songs on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have more pictures of myself on facebook than my amount of friends. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I discovered today that foreign coins don't work in vending machines. good thing i had a dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My car squeels like a crying child every time i start it....and i get embarrassed every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. 3 of my coworkers are deaf in 1 ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I get blinded by the sun hitting the glass windows of the library everyday. yet i still open my blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I text/play games on my phone during church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I hid my credit card in my underwear drawer so i wouldn't use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4696721843366642067?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4696721843366642067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4696721843366642067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4696721843366642067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4696721843366642067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-gave-in.html' title='i gave in...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-823988536851199508</id><published>2009-02-01T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>in case you missed it....</title><content type='html'>.....like i did. yay youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oO7JTEEUjEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oO7JTEEUjEA&amp;hl=en&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;i freaking love this woman. voice of gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-823988536851199508?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/823988536851199508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=823988536851199508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/823988536851199508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/823988536851199508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-case-you-missed-it.html' title='in case you missed it....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-8900236588471649025</id><published>2009-01-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:18.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i want to become a critic of some sort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-food critic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-music critic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-movie critic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-play critic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-people critic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;....how do i achieve this? i mean...i do it every day in my brain...and sometimes out loud to those sitting around me...but how do i make money doing it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-8900236588471649025?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8900236588471649025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=8900236588471649025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8900236588471649025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/8900236588471649025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html' title='dream.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2547521679886152079</id><published>2009-01-30T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>esp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"it's like i have ESPN or something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                         -Karen from mean girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SYNmZtUA9FI/AAAAAAAAASo/fyzkbVcT_ls/s1600-h/mind+reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SYNmZtUA9FI/AAAAAAAAASo/fyzkbVcT_ls/s320/mind+reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297190178564142162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, so i don't know how to exactly describe this phenomenon that occurs in my life...but i have an uncanny ability to contact (typically via text) people who were just thinking of me at that moment. I first discovered this talent w/ my friend Angela. About a year ago or so...we hadn't talked for months and we both sent each other a text at the same time...basically asking the same thing. Just checking up on eachother. This has since happened numerous times between the 2 of us. creepy? i think so. Sometimes i like to call it the spirit....sometimes i like to call it a coincidence...and sometimes i like to pretend that i have a 6th sense... (but i don't see dead people...usually). Not only does this phenomenon happen w/ Angela...but with other friends as well....Luke and Spencer to name a few. Does anyone out there in this universe know what this condition is called? Pretty sure it's not the spirit cause i say naughty words sometimes, which means i don't have his companionship... kidding. mostly. Anyways....so if you start thinking about me, you better watch out cause you just may get a text message from me that says "hey...was just thinking about you...hope all is well in your life". Maybe my timing is just remarkable. I promise i'm not a creepy stalker, and i don't really get inside people's heads....but i just think i know when i need to say things...so i say it. well....i text it. i love texting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2547521679886152079?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2547521679886152079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2547521679886152079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2547521679886152079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2547521679886152079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/esp.html' title='esp.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SYNmZtUA9FI/AAAAAAAAASo/fyzkbVcT_ls/s72-c/mind+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7684702034224045814</id><published>2009-01-28T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Idol.</title><content type='html'>I'm disappointed with the talent level on idol this year. They better just be hiding the truly talented ones or I'll be sad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7684702034224045814?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7684702034224045814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7684702034224045814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7684702034224045814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7684702034224045814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/idol_27.html' title='Idol.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-927509344869842222</id><published>2009-01-20T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>in other news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i'm in love with a few things right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1) Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'s voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGMwZn1pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eFyN7ZZ6UZg/s1600-h/Ingrid_Michaelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGMwZn1pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eFyN7ZZ6UZg/s400/Ingrid_Michaelson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293636334473696914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2) Kelly Clarkson's newest single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;: My life would suck without you... welcome back kelly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Asparagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGWnLTtvI/AAAAAAAAASY/hor0lg1BX2k/s1600-h/asparagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGWnLTtvI/AAAAAAAAASY/hor0lg1BX2k/s400/asparagus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293636503796430578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4)Lack of freshly fallen snow/ice on the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5)peppermint/candy canes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;6)Stephanie J. Block (far left) and 9 to 5 the musical in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGsgUMltI/AAAAAAAAASg/xq97xtunGzQ/s1600-h/9+to+5+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGsgUMltI/AAAAAAAAASg/xq97xtunGzQ/s400/9+to+5+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293636879911786194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;7-12) let's be honest....any and all reality shows on tv right now. To name a few....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     -Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     -American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     -Bachelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     -True Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     -Real World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;     -and my biggest guilty pleasure of the month: Countdown to the Crown (on tlc)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;13) My new watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;14) Beyonce's "Single Ladies" music video....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pL6mxO-BMQ&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/-pL6mxO-BMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...she can do no wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;imo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and many other things. like folding fresh laundry. and fog. and night views of the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;good night. for real this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-927509344869842222?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/927509344869842222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=927509344869842222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/927509344869842222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/927509344869842222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-other-news.html' title='in other news...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbGMwZn1pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eFyN7ZZ6UZg/s72-c/Ingrid_Michaelson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1382133602683159517</id><published>2009-01-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>history.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXa_LpPT8yI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XpEgCFtUPBg/s1600-h/Barack+Swearing+In.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXa_LpPT8yI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XpEgCFtUPBg/s400/Barack+Swearing+In.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293628618790138658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm not really into politics at all...but i felt the need to mention what i was able to witness today. While at work i was able to watch the first African American president take office. It was quite the sight. As they showed overhead shots of the crowd i was amazed. As i listened to the speeches given i couldn't help but honestly feel hope. To feel change. To feel like something good was about to happen. Throughout the whole election i pretty much didn't care what happened.... but as i watched Barack address the nation today, i felt peace. I feel like i can truly support the president. I can only hope that this moment is historic not only because of this man's racial background...but because of the good that is to come in the next 4, or possibly 8, years that he is in office. Granted, i don't agree with all of his positions on many issues....but truly feel like i can say that i support President Obama as a citizen of this amazing country. I think we've all witnessed something truly special today, and i hope we take time to recognize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Enough patriotism for one post..... Michelle's gloves were my favorite part of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbBAk_3pbI/AAAAAAAAASA/Celzc4zUTLo/s1600-h/Michelle+Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbBAk_3pbI/AAAAAAAAASA/Celzc4zUTLo/s400/Michelle+Obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293630627696321970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICHAE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICHAE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I love them. I thought she looked great.... i'm sure many would agree to disagree....but you go girl! no other woman could rock that goldish-yellow like you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;second favorite part of the day was Aretha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbBU5xA-XI/AAAAAAAAASI/21iIre-VBuo/s1600-h/Aretha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXbBU5xA-XI/AAAAAAAAASI/21iIre-VBuo/s400/Aretha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293630976868546930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Talk about rocking an outfit..... no other woman in this world could wear a hat like that and pull it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My hat's off to you America (i only say that cause i didn't vote) but i have a feeling you have chosen wisely...... at least so far this year....We'll see how the votes go on American Idol this season.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICHAE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICHAE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1382133602683159517?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1382133602683159517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1382133602683159517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1382133602683159517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1382133602683159517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/history.html' title='history.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SXa_LpPT8yI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XpEgCFtUPBg/s72-c/Barack+Swearing+In.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6969374224917007249</id><published>2009-01-13T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>idol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;american idol premiered tonight... i missed the first hour, but my favorite of the second hour was a 16 year old named&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;STEVIE WRIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SW5mTX7-iGI/AAAAAAAAARw/p73aHOcQsek/s1600-h/stevie-wright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SW5mTX7-iGI/AAAAAAAAARw/p73aHOcQsek/s320/stevie-wright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291279095236036706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This girl's voice was seriously so smooth and rich with a slight raspy edge. watch out for this one...i predict she'll make it far. as for the rest of the bunch....not impressed w/ any of them. kinda pisses me off when they let someone through to hollywood cause they give a sob story...or cause they're dressed in a bikini. lame. oh well. excited to see what the rest of the audition cities have to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;here's a video clip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idolsongsvideos.com/stevie-wright-american-idol-audition-etta-james/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;http://idolsongsvideos.com/stevie-wright-american-idol-audition-etta-james/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/morrelli/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6969374224917007249?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6969374224917007249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6969374224917007249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6969374224917007249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6969374224917007249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/idol.html' title='idol.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SW5mTX7-iGI/AAAAAAAAARw/p73aHOcQsek/s72-c/stevie-wright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3016771634727716524</id><published>2009-01-13T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...as of late:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1)Christmas came....and Christmas went. Things around the morrell home have been different around the holidays in past years...which is ok. Things are just more quiet and laid back. We still do the traditional german feast on christmas eve...and there are hints of other traditions here and there but for the most part, Christmas present compared to Christmas past is a completely different. I guess that's expected. It made me sad at one point, but i've come to accept it so it's ok. Gammons stayed with us, which i always love. Tyler and Lauren had a sleepover in my room on Christmas night and we enjoyed eachothers company...even early in the morning. :) I love being around family.                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWj_RayqGGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DySP2LiO-wM/s1600-h/mike+and+lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWj_RayqGGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DySP2LiO-wM/s320/mike+and+lauren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289758437061302370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWj_RI5GATI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xdmu35HGBJU/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWj_RI5GATI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xdmu35HGBJU/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289758432256459058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWkAJol5zzI/AAAAAAAAARg/2FKY7hKC1U0/s1600-h/IMG_6013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWkAJol5zzI/AAAAAAAAARg/2FKY7hKC1U0/s320/IMG_6013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289759402838576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2) Ate way too much food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3) Witnessed insane amounts of falling snow. I hated every moment of it. Orem got 21" the first week in January alone. I hope to never have to endure a Utah winter for the rest of my life. Along with this i've pushed probably 5 cars out of the snow.... such a joy. I can't believe how my view of snow has changed over the years...i used to look forward to it...and now i wish i lived in a heated bubble that would melt all snow within 5 miles of me. maybe someday....one can dream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4) Visited California for a weekend. Was alot of fun... did a whole lot of nothing, but enjoyed every minute. Stayed at (you might want to sit down for this) Mark's Fiancee's humble abode. Yes...little marky is getting married. We're all so proud. Kaylinn....thanks again for providing a roof over my head and endless amounts of entertainment. you're a gem. Hopefully my visit gave you a little taste of what's to come....and hopefully it didn't freak you out too much. ps....I heard that chocolate can kill dogs. just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5) Met up with old friends. Always great to get caught up w/ people I care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;6) Met new people who have already influenced my life positively. I feel so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;7) Ate at Chili's one too many times..... didn't think it was possible...but it is. my tummy hurts. But last night's queso dip was worth every bite. divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;8) Wanted to choke on my own saliva at work. literally. I'd do anything to be away from this office during the first two weeks of school. My fingers haven't stopped moving in 2 weeks. i'm amazed they're even attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;9) Discovered "Red Mango". A delish-us little frozen yogurt joint. i'm a little bit addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;10) Was reminded of this woman's amazing talent.... a voice unlike any i've ever heard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhJRhwhv3QY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhJRhwhv3QY&amp;hl=en&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;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;11)Was hired by Banana Republic as a normal Part-Time employee instead of just seasonal. they were "Very impressed with my performance". cause i'm amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;12)Watched the new season of Real World, set in Brooklyn. This season includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A Gay man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A lesbian who is now in her first straight relationship. (probs my favorite cast  member thus far...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A tranny. (originally male...now female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A Mormon metro-sexual from Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A non-mormon girl from salt lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A war veteran (from iraq)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A black girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-A dude who is obsessed with his own body and working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oh Real world....how i love thee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;13) Was drawn in by "The Bachelor" and "True Beauty" on ABC. both trashy, but both so addicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;14) Got a new watch, and shoes, and clothes.....meaning i spent money i shouldn't have. OH WELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;15) Was more excited that a new season of Biggest loser was starting than i was for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I need a life. lame post. i'll repent and do better next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3016771634727716524?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3016771634727716524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3016771634727716524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3016771634727716524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3016771634727716524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='life...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SWj_RayqGGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DySP2LiO-wM/s72-c/mike+and+lauren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6745167784958854220</id><published>2008-12-23T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>mems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that's short for memories for those of you who don't speak my language. My sister found this little gem as she was scanning some old family photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SVFxPXwx_-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fvH6GnuN5p4/s1600-h/img263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SVFxPXwx_-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fvH6GnuN5p4/s320/img263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283128346772897762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;For those of you who don't recognize the cutest little couple seen in the red striped polo and floral print dress...with puff sleeves (thank you anne of green gables). that would be me and one of my very best/longest lasting friends, Marianne White, at our preschool graduation program. We have known each other for 15 years. The only people i've known longer than that are my family members. Marianne and I have many fond memories together, here are a few: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Swinging on the swings in her backyard and getting blood blisters from the chains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Playing for hours in her basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-First kiss (in preschool! i was a playa even back then...although neither of us remember this incident, but have been told it really did happen...while eating hot dogs. sexy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-She was there when my pet turtle bit me and i had to go to the doctors office. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Marianne caused a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hole to appear in my trampoline once. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Marianne took me on my first date, and it was hers as well. Sadies i believe...i could be totally wrong. (sorry about not giving you my jacket. i suck as a date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Classes together in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Founders of TLFL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and those are only a few. So here's to you Marianne, and another 15 years of friendship. Thanks for putting up w/ me all these years. No one can even compare to our cuteness when we're in the same room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6745167784958854220?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6745167784958854220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6745167784958854220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6745167784958854220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6745167784958854220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/mems.html' title='mems.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SVFxPXwx_-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fvH6GnuN5p4/s72-c/img263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7388087360113411107</id><published>2008-12-10T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's been almost a week since i've updated...shocking i know. i kinda skipped over the whole thanksgiving holiday...mostly because i was upset at my phone. but...that anger is now gone. after a good exorcism, my phone seems to be working fine...so back to thanksgiving we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It was kind of different for me this year... most of my family wasn't able to make it home for this particula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCq9I1eyhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/njuKJUV0tfQ/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCq9I1eyhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/njuKJUV0tfQ/s320/turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278406730598763026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;r holiday so life around the Morrell home was a little quiet. Tom, Julie and her little family, my parents and myself were the only ones to sit around the table and eat a lovely dead bird..accompanied by his friends; mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheese ball, monkey bread (love and miss you granny), and the "cult" favorite jello with sliced apples.... my tummy got full and my bowels grumbled once or twice and it was a great day to think about all i'm grateful for in this life. i feel truly blessed. I wouldn't be who i am today without my wonderful family and amazing friends. In the past year i feel i have grown so much as a person and alot of that is due to those of you whom i've had the opportunity to come to know and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Let's see....the day after thanksgiving was well..the dreaded black friday. and, yes, i had to work that day. fortunately i was scheduled at night (Praise the Lord)... i went expecting hectic hell, and was pleasantly greeted with calm goodness. Granted it wasn't like completely dead, but we got out of there an hour early....which i will be thankful for next thanksgiving since my chance this year had passed. I think i worked the following morning too...but i don't remember. anyways, i survived my first black friday in retail and fear i may have been pampered a bit. let's hope next year either A) i won't be in retail, or B) i am pampered again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Life went on from that point.....nothing too exciting. I continued working 8-5 at the Records office....i've really come to love that place in it's own special way. (if you're not a coworker of mine, you might get bored w/ this paragraph...you can skip ahead) I spend more time there than anywhere else. I love each of my coworkers in their own special way. I love watching laura hobble around due to a recent knee surgery, and just talking to her about everything that's going on in life.  i love matching clothes with brittany. i love coral's perfect managing skills and her unconditional and undeserving kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCqDUq503I/AAAAAAAAAQg/2Yx-cr2S_qc/s1600-h/IMG_5733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCqDUq503I/AAAAAAAAAQg/2Yx-cr2S_qc/s320/IMG_5733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278405737343210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i love diane's Mary Murphy laugh and commonly said phrases such as "You're a gentleman and a scholar". I love Mary Whipples sweet spirit, and hugs...and her naivity...and i love the day she called me fatty. I love the close friendship i've come to gain with amber, how i can talk to her about just about anything and i know she'll give me her honest opinion, and she'll try to see my side as well. I also love driving her crazy by not having any physical contact whatsoever. I love jessica for training me when i was hired as apart time employee....and then training me when i moved to full time. I love my other coworkers that i've known for years....Ashley, Kristin, and I have been through 2 years of the records office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCqa5hFqQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F_jt1SitkeE/s1600-h/IMG_5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCqa5hFqQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F_jt1SitkeE/s320/IMG_5938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278406142371145986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;together...we've had our ups and downs, we've watched kristin date and get married, and ashley be her crazy but loveable self....and growing shoe collection. I love the fact that julie and i are coworkers...again. started out at chucks together, and have now been reunited via the BYU records office. And to the rest of you coworkers who i didn't mention, i seriously do love you. You've all helped me grow in many ways. so thank you. i sound like i'm dying or something w/ all this sappy talk. i'm not dying. just reflecting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so...yeah...back to life after black friday. i saw twilight again. making it viewing #3. loved it. again. Saw nick and norah's infinite playlist. loved it. again. and now we've reached last weekend...which was surprisingly eventful. quite unusual for me.... Friday night i went to the Christmas Choir concert here at BYU. (i'm gonna reflect a bit more...forgive me) it's weird that a year has gone by since i was the one performing in this concert. It brought back a lot of memories just sitting there in the audience and watching some amazing performances happen. I love choral music, especially during christmas time. It made me miss being a part of an amazing group of musicians, and hope to someday be able to do it again. They even sang a song that i was able to sing last year in choir, and it's my favorite. entitled "Carol of Joy", composed by Ron Staehli, it's great. i wish i could figure out how to put it on this post...but i'm kinda computer stupid and don't know how...any tips would be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So. yeah. loved the concert. inspired me. then saturday rolls around and i worked from 10-5. i was only scheduled til 4, but it was insanely busy. moreso than black friday to be quite honest so i was nice and stayed an extra hour. they love me there...i know it :). that night i was able to go to "Divine Comedy" with a co-worker of mine...shout out carrie allen! i had never been to one of these shows....scripted comedy skits. but had heard it was pretty funny. so....while it didn't completely live up to expectations, it had it's funny moments...and they threw out thousands of glowsticks which i love so i enjoyed my time. thanks carrie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mom and dad were out of town sunday and tom had to work so he asked me to teach his sunday school lesson for him. so i did. it was about the brother of jared, pretty simple. but as i was teaching the 15 year olds i once again became reflective and realized how lame i was when i was 15, and while they were annoying, i'm sure i was just as bad. i finally was able to get them to shut up and listen to me about the importance of faith and prayer. which is something i really do have a testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; of. it's so simple. so it was nice to be able to teach that lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and now we've finally reached this week....nothing much has happened. it was amber's birthday on tuesday so we went to lunch at magleby's fresh. pretty good. Notice in the picture to the left how we're not even close t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCnQtbcwaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dhXA30537jM/s1600-h/IMG_5880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCnQtbcwaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dhXA30537jM/s320/IMG_5880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402668792693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;o touching eachother... that's how we roll :) then tonight we had our division work party...it was hawaiian themed and i was able to bring a date. So of course i brought ms. Deanna Roark...one of my all-time favorit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCnup32KwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WcSr4V8OWQQ/s1600-h/IMG_5930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCnup32KwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WcSr4V8OWQQ/s320/IMG_5930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278403183234132738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;e people. She is so motivated and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; kind. I'm lucky to know her as well. she makes me happy inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of class, and i'm excited yet sad. I 've loved this class to be quite honest and wish i was able to take more classes dealing w/ interior design right away...but alas it's not in my plans to take anymore classes from byu. so i'll have to wait til later. i finished my final project tonight and am very pleased w/ it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my fingers are tired, and so are your eyes i'm sure. i apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7388087360113411107?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7388087360113411107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7388087360113411107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7388087360113411107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7388087360113411107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SUCq9I1eyhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/njuKJUV0tfQ/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7541207437262708537</id><published>2008-12-04T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>possessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STjBs2wVEbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Vr66nJozSyU/s1600-h/possessed+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STjBs2wVEbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Vr66nJozSyU/s320/possessed+phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276179939821162930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my phone (aka my second heart) is possessed. i feel like i'm dying. i can't text, call, or take sexy pictures of myself. basically....my life is ruined and my real heart might as well just stop pumping blood through my veins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.....mmm k. i'm not that emo...... but it makes me mad that this is happening to me....again. This is the second phone that i've had to get because of the same type of possession. buttons are being pushed without me touching them. i can't push the buttons at all. it won't let me do anything! tragic. cry for me, and pray for my phone. thanks all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7541207437262708537?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7541207437262708537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7541207437262708537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7541207437262708537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7541207437262708537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/anger.html' title='possessed.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STjBs2wVEbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Vr66nJozSyU/s72-c/possessed+phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2945215896751613481</id><published>2008-12-02T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>obsession. here's post #3 for the night but i couldn't help it. i just discovered ms. zooey deschanel's voice....and i love it. they're a little drunk i think, but who cares...their voices are great. especially ms. deschanel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWZeawmMIbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWZeawmMIbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4909348354538620919-2945215896751613481?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2945215896751613481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2945215896751613481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2945215896751613481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2945215896751613481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-2421236461959973721</id><published>2008-12-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>realization.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;just realized my last 2 posts kinda sucked. sorry folks, i'll try to repent and be better. bear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2421236461959973721?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2421236461959973721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2421236461959973721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2421236461959973721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2421236461959973721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/realization.html' title='realization.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-6378423649658052387</id><published>2008-12-02T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;work has been insane the past couple of days. I don't know if it's because of the holiday last week or what but i've felt like i've been behind all week......granted there's only been two days this week...but still! if i have to type another address for the university of phoenix, i might hurt someone. i feel like the typing never stops, and my eyes start to burn around 10 am....making the days feel very long. somehow i survive.... but i'm ready for the madness to stop. i beg and plead with you to not order any transcript from BYU....unless you want it sent priority or overnight mail...then i have nothing do with it and will never see your request, which i'm totally fine with  :) thanks all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6378423649658052387?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6378423649658052387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6378423649658052387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6378423649658052387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6378423649658052387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy.html' title='crazy.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1388006925645144386</id><published>2008-12-01T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i was reminded today how much i love this girl's voice. it's so amazingly pure and great. Here's one of my faves of hers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KG2WpXv6kR0&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/KG2WpXv6kR0&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I had the chance to meet up with natalie in person and have brunch w/ her when i was in New York. It was an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; experience to say the least. i'm sure some day she'll make it.... somewhere :) it's amazing to me how much talent there is in the world, and watching/listening to it makes me want to be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Anyways, here's another fave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9oN36UaZPtc&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/9oN36UaZPtc&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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ps: saw Twilight again tonight... and i love it still.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1388006925645144386?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1388006925645144386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1388006925645144386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1388006925645144386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1388006925645144386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/12/pure.html' title='amazing.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-1033770628962426526</id><published>2008-11-30T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STNpr6Qz2RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y0vuajOEQR0/s1600-h/toni_dallas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STNpr6Qz2RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y0vuajOEQR0/s320/toni_dallas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675791676037394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my favorite team was eliminated tonight on the amazing race. RIP Dallas and Toni....not that they died, but...basically the same thing. All i can hope for now is that Nick and Starr win the money. i need a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1033770628962426526?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1033770628962426526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1033770628962426526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1033770628962426526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1033770628962426526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad.html' title='sad.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STNpr6Qz2RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y0vuajOEQR0/s72-c/toni_dallas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4132807738343669048</id><published>2008-11-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>do NOT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICHAE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;see this movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STLuERRjtYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/35XDgRWocR8/s1600-h/Australia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STLuERRjtYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/35XDgRWocR8/s320/Australia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539870728205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...why? you may ask. Here's why.... I spent 2 1/2 hours trying to figure out the story, and am not sure that i understand it even now. my synopsis is as follows, "From cow herding western to WWII movie...with one common factor,  the Wizard of OZ". this movie had EVERYTHING....but in a bad way. It was really unfortunate because i love both Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman, and honestly their acting was pretty great...but the story was just.... horrible. my suggestion: don't waste your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;see this movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STLyNzap3II/AAAAAAAAAPI/G3Vx6xTpFB4/s1600-h/Nick+%26+Nora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STLyNzap3II/AAAAAAAAAPI/G3Vx6xTpFB4/s320/Nick+%26+Nora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274544432558496898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I had been meaning to go see this movie, but never got around to it...praise the lord for the DOLLAR MOVIES!!! best dollar i've spent in a long time. This movie was true to Michael Cera movie form. It had a very "Juno" feel to it, at least for me. This lovely little high school romance film is one of the best i've ever seen. The humor was dry, their love was real, it was crude, and it included one of the best vomiting scenes i've ever seen in my life. I highly recommend this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So i guess you can see what my thanksgiving break consisted of...movies. well... and work. Which has been good, i'm getting more comfortable at my lovely home away from home away from home aka banana republic. (my home away from home would be the records office..). My coworkers are all really nice, and i haven't had an angry customer yet...knock on wood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so...as i raise my shot glass high in the air....Here's to another year gone by, another turkey feast, and another lazy weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4132807738343669048?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4132807738343669048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4132807738343669048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4132807738343669048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4132807738343669048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-not.html' title='do NOT...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/STLuERRjtYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/35XDgRWocR8/s72-c/Australia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1793838324563014170</id><published>2008-11-24T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;saw it again tonight. loved it even more the second time. something i didn't think possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1793838324563014170?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1793838324563014170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1793838324563014170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1793838324563014170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1793838324563014170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='twilight.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-9067304028585919806</id><published>2008-11-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Seeing this movie this was the happiest moment of my weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SSpDVnAAS2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DfGFbTjNc3w/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SSpDVnAAS2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DfGFbTjNc3w/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100352315902818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I won't give my full review on the movie, i'm just gonna say that i loved it and can't wait to see it again. if you want to argue with me, fine. do so. just know that it will be a one-sided argument...i'm not gonna fight back. not worth my time. i loved it. you should love it too, and if you don't...i'm sorry that you feel you wasted 2 hours of your poor pathetic life. inquire within if you'd like to hear my full review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Watching this was the second happiest moment of my weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtvtaqejlJU&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/QtvtaqejlJU&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;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I've always LOVED sarah mclachlan, and fell more in love with her when i saw her live in Salt Lake a few years back.... i also have always had this thing for Pink. Not only is her voice edgy and cool, she knows who she is and what she stands for and doesn't back down. So... i was happy enough to have sarah singing to me tonight during the AMA's...but then when Pink started harmonizing, i was in freaking heaven. i died. (figuratively) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I worked my first normal shift at Banana Republic, and despite the nerves and anxiety that came before my shift started, i was pleasantly surprised at how much i enjoyed it. The people that work there are really nice, and were really helpful and understanding of my novice status when it comes to retail. I feel like i picked things up pretty quickly and when it was time for the store to close i was surprised that time had flown by so quickly. After the store closed, we had to straighten everything up which took about 2 hours, but it was this time that i enjoyed the most. I was able to get to know some of my new coworkers and they were able to get to know me a little bit more. spastic little me. It was fun... in the words of little orphan annie "i think i'm gonna like it here".....i can't believe i just incorporated little orphan annie into a blog post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I sang in church today. which...was fun. Call me vain but i love hearing my own voice projected through a microphone. I don't care if anyone else hears it or likes it, but i like hearing it. There's just something about hitting a money note and hearing it echo through a building that i love. Hopefully i have more chances to do that sometime in the near future. The song was "O Divine Redeemer"...not my choice. This song has an insanely broad range of notes, and it had me singing notes that i never ever sing... i.e. G. typically my highest note is somewhere around an E, so...singing this at 11 in the morning was quite the challenge. granted, it wasn't the prettiest note i've heard come out of my mouth, but it wasn't bad for being so early in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I fear next weekend won't be nearly as exciting. i work on black friday, and the day after. should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-9067304028585919806?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9067304028585919806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=9067304028585919806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9067304028585919806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/9067304028585919806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='weekend.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SSpDVnAAS2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DfGFbTjNc3w/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2520518545039250100</id><published>2008-11-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;my voice to sound like his. (gavin creel) &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqFnNr1mmMY&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/ZqFnNr1mmMY&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;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(my favorite song of his can be found here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nycA5Hn9rWI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nycA5Hn9rWI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; written by Michael Arden, sung by Gavin Creel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;i also want to see this live again. and again. and again.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aY76ofS1cNs&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/aY76ofS1cNs&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;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;i want her...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLtfWsByw2U&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/MLtfWsByw2U&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;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;.... to sing to me on a daily basis&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;i want to be her best friend...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXS0nEOx_20&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/zXS0nEOx_20&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;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;I want to make a video as amazing as this one...with carrie as the star.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmG3l3jLdIY&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/RmG3l3jLdIY&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;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I want to work for her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8aVPgzYAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/v1vnjOYslf0/s1600-h/rachelzoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8aVPgzYAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/v1vnjOYslf0/s400/rachelzoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268959041290461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and be Brad Goreski's best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8aeecghlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2GRjhM8n3uE/s1600-h/brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8aeecghlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2GRjhM8n3uE/s400/brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268959199917803090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;I want to go to school here...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8G3vqB-NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6LOKBbNHchQ/s1600-h/artinstitute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8G3vqB-NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6LOKBbNHchQ/s400/artinstitute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937643802097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;......but probably wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i want this car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8Bn-Op-XI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xyhef_dicLY/s1600-h/2005_Nissan_Xterra_ext_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8Bn-Op-XI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xyhef_dicLY/s400/2005_Nissan_Xterra_ext_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268931875277764978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and this house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8EJhlnPCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EhsU8pGli4c/s1600-h/1_0222home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8EJhlnPCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EhsU8pGli4c/s400/1_0222home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268934650728234018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but to be quite honest, i'm really happy with what i have right now. AMAZING family and friends. a place to sleep at night. a steady job. a mind of my own. goals. a shower. a tv. a computer. a car that runs. food to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i'm learning to appreciate more and more the things i already have. I've realized that there's no point in wasting my life worrying about tomorrow, when i can be enjoying what i have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;granted....if someone wanted to give me any of the above items, i'd glady accept them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2520518545039250100?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2520518545039250100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2520518545039250100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2520518545039250100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2520518545039250100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SR8aVPgzYAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/v1vnjOYslf0/s72-c/rachelzoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-5935043792892504445</id><published>2008-11-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>urge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So....i've had the urge to write a really good blog post...because i'm a freak. Unfortunately no divine inspiration has come, so this post will not be that really good one...it'll just be normal, which hopefully will hold me over 'til i become a vessel of truth and light :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ANYWAYS. here's the update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I started training at Banana and have my first normal shift .....next saturday. yeah.... your thoughts are my thoughts. Why is it so far away? i have no idea. it frustrates me a little bit, but i can't complain. They're willing to pay me to stand and look pretty for hours on end...which i can do... oh i guess i'm supposed to like sell some stuff too every now and then... we'll see if that happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I recently found out that they are changing my job at the records office from 3/4 time to full time this coming semester....so that'll be nice to make some extra money....well...more money than i was expecting to make because technically i'm currently working full time, but was planning to be 3/4 in january...but...no longer. i'll be full time. yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So....what are my plans for the future you may ask? i will tell. I'm seriously looking into moving down to southern california..... sounds crazy i know. but i've always wanted to live down there, and i've always kind of wanted to go to school down there. BYU doesn't offer the program i want (Interior Design) and so i feel this is a perfect opportunity for me to combine my desires. Only problem is... Money. if you're not a resident, school becomes a million times more expensive. so...current plan is to go down there and live for  year to become a resident. SO i'll just work (hopefully) and live life and save a little money in hopes to then go to school in a year. i know, it doesn't sound all that great, but it gives me something to look forward to. and i figure, if it's not supposed to happen... then i'll know and i'll move back home and live with my parents for the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5935043792892504445?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5935043792892504445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5935043792892504445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5935043792892504445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5935043792892504445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/urge.html' title='urge.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-3712037254955150095</id><published>2008-11-11T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>you must...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;buy this album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SRpnx4TxMxI/AAAAAAAAANg/6NyYERX3HNw/s1600-h/archie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SRpnx4TxMxI/AAAAAAAAANg/6NyYERX3HNw/s400/archie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267636820789768978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;once again this is me coming out of the closet. i've tried to keep my archuleta fan status hidden...but with the release of this album, i couldn't keep it in any longer. it greatly exceeded my expectations of "the little mormon that could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3712037254955150095?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3712037254955150095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3712037254955150095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3712037254955150095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3712037254955150095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-must.html' title='you must...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SRpnx4TxMxI/AAAAAAAAANg/6NyYERX3HNw/s72-c/archie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-1699318408995828254</id><published>2008-11-05T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>don't make this mistake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;a coworker informed me that she couldn't remember my blog web address, so she typed in "&lt;a href="http://blah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;"..... :) enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-1699318408995828254?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1699318408995828254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=1699318408995828254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1699318408995828254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/1699318408995828254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-make-this-mistake.html' title='don&apos;t make this mistake...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-5910637732203916195</id><published>2008-11-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I have kept my mouth shut this entire time regarding prop 8 (ban on gay marriage in california). and to be honest, i didn't really care about the outcome of this proposition. When the church came out asking all those who could to support this proposition, i was fine with that. I think it's great that the church will voice their opinion and urge people to voice their own opinion regarding it as well. I think this was the original intent of the Church authorities, just to inform people and to urge them to take a stand if they felt so inclined......unfortunately it turned into something much more ugly, and i am appalled by some of the things that have been said. I wouldn't care so much if people had focused on the proposition itself and hadn't begun to take personal stabs at those who were against it, and those it affected. I have truly seen the ugly side of people in the recent weeks and i can't stand it. I've heard the same comments from numerous people such as "they're going to hell"(referring to those who are gay, and/or are against the proposition) and "They'll be the first ones gone in the second coming" and "they are sick people"...... i mean...... really people? REALLY? are you listening to yourself speak? do you understand what some of these people are going through? i really wish you would take a second to think about what you're saying before you say it. Some of the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; people i know are gay. They are the nicest, most generous, loving people...and would never say anything negative about someone like that. Granted there are those who may not be good people..but let's leave it up to God please....IT IS NOT OUR PLACE TO JUDGE. I may be wrong because i haven't been involved in all of the talks regarding prop 8, but i do not believe that any of the general authorities have come out and said "anyone who votes against prop 8 will go to hell" or that "gay people will be the first ones to suffer during the second coming". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Like i said, i think it's great that the church took a stand on what it believes and encouraged it's members to participate if they so desired. But shame on all those who took it a step further and began judging their own brothers and sisters without even knowing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i'm done ranting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-5910637732203916195?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5910637732203916195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=5910637732203916195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5910637732203916195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/5910637732203916195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/rant.html' title='rant.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-3474846864554132348</id><published>2008-11-05T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>patience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Patience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; (ˈpā-shənz) is the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So, patience is something i've always struggled with. I am kind of fast paced, and typically want things to happen my way. But over the past few months it's something that i've been trying really hard to work on...  There have been a few events recently, even yesterday, that have tested my patience. But i've realized that being patient is a simple decision. I've realized how much of a change in attitude has occurred for me by just making the decision to be patient. I am less anxious, more understanding, and have been able to occupy my brain with things other than worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I like the definition provided above, because at least in my life my patience is tested most in difficult circumstances, where i want something more than anything and i have to wait for it. I also love where it states "without becoming annoyed or upset". Sure, one can endure for certain amounts of time and wait for something to come to pass..... but doing it without becoming annoyed or upset is the important part. I urge anyone who may find themselves angry or annoyed often to check their patience level and see if you can improve. I know that since making the decision to be more patient, my life has been blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-3474846864554132348?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3474846864554132348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=3474846864554132348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3474846864554132348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/3474846864554132348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/patience.html' title='patience.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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-4909348354538620919.post-7209695838821261461</id><published>2008-11-01T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>boo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...you whore. (sorry couldn't resist myself from quoting one of my fave movies. mean girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;anyways....halloween was fun. I don't typically dress up, but i thought that this year i might as well dress up for work and try to make the day fun. SO, since the office decided to not really go along with the theme that was chosen, i just went to savers and bought the nastiest stuff i could find. i feel i succeeded in some respect...would you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1D2Qe2ogI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6yEz3JfrXck/s1600-h/Mike+and+Amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1D2Qe2ogI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6yEz3JfrXck/s200/Mike+and+Amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938138882351618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This is my bfffw amber and I in our hot costumes. I made rootbeer for the office and had a fun time treak-or-treating around the ASB...... my life is pathetic. haha here's some more photos from the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EP7_jrWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dkAmxmAJRGA/s1600-h/Mike+nasty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EP7_jrWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dkAmxmAJRGA/s200/Mike+nasty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938580058975586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A hot mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPxuhQgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wBZ-zkfL4HE/s1600-h/Mike+and+Morning+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPxuhQgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wBZ-zkfL4HE/s200/Mike+and+Morning+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938577303159298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The Morning Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPjI3hVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CyCtHH0Upys/s1600-h/Mike+and+Elphaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPjI3hVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CyCtHH0Upys/s200/Mike+and+Elphaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938573387138386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me being freaked out by Elphaba (from Wicked) aka maren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPZMAs7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DKPWzreSPKM/s1600-h/Mike+and+Afternoon+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPZMAs7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DKPWzreSPKM/s200/Mike+and+Afternoon+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938570715968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Afternoon Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPfMeXTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vzoM7ZBdi3A/s1600-h/fab4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1EPfMeXTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vzoM7ZBdi3A/s200/fab4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938572328525106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the full-timers...well...some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fhjw-4iI/AAAAAAAAANY/3X7Ap3rvDU4/s1600-h/IMG_5780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fhjw-4iI/AAAAAAAAANY/3X7Ap3rvDU4/s200/IMG_5780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939982304666146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The Nephs came to visit/trick or treat. i'm their fave of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fheqb0UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U_lOAYIe2XY/s1600-h/IMG_5774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fheqb0UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U_lOAYIe2XY/s200/IMG_5774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939980935024962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;oh hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1FhObu7yI/AAAAAAAAANI/CfDw_hSUDOE/s1600-h/IMG_5770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1FhObu7yI/AAAAAAAAANI/CfDw_hSUDOE/s200/IMG_5770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939976578395938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Being violated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fg4WsNAI/AAAAAAAAANA/nY6K1gdgSeE/s1600-h/IMG_5766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fg4WsNAI/AAAAAAAAANA/nY6K1gdgSeE/s200/IMG_5766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939970651665410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Being punished....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fga2SSbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/n6x6eFDBHCg/s1600-h/IMG_5754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1Fga2SSbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/n6x6eFDBHCg/s200/IMG_5754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939962731121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Amber sucking the lives of little children...or fog created when making rootbeer. either way. i prefer the Hocus Pocus reference myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After work i took myself out to see "Changeling" the new Clint Eastwood film, starring Ms. Angelina Jolie herself. and...i loved it. for the most part. The movie itself wasn't all that great, a little too long and a little disturbing....but Angelinas performance was perfect. I was sucked in from the moment she stepped onto the screen. I wont go into much detail about the movie at this point, but if you're curious about it... inquire within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After the movie my friend Angela and i went to eat at chilis.... it had been way too long since my last visit (maybe a month..) and i kept seeing these commercials for their new chicken crisper tacos.... and i have to say........ they were freaking de-lish-us. i would recommend to any and all. i love chilis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7209695838821261461?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7209695838821261461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7209695838821261461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7209695838821261461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7209695838821261461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title='boo...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQ1D2Qe2ogI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6yEz3JfrXck/s72-c/Mike+and+Amber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2437511059684063236</id><published>2008-10-30T16:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i got the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2437511059684063236?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2437511059684063236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2437511059684063236' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2437511059684063236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2437511059684063236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6125120347655580440</id><published>2008-10-29T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There have been so many blogworthy occurrences today, i couldn't let another minute go by without spewing my thoughts on the events of day. So...we'll go in chronological order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It all started this morning when i was eating my muffin that had been sitting on my desk at work for 3 days (don't worry, it was in a ziploc bag...safe from the elements) and i said, "did you know that there's act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQiyj6-BW3I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZvhIhO8-rik/s1600-h/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQiyj6-BW3I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZvhIhO8-rik/s200/muffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652494776982386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ually a name for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQiykdJDYnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mDYLzPGKGIk/s1600-h/muffintop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQiykdJDYnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mDYLzPGKGIk/s200/muffintop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652503950058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;just the top of the muffin?" to which my coworker (shout out laura) replied, ".....Muffin Top?". From there the conversation went downhill as we discussed the unfortunate occurence of muffin topping as seen here. Do you see the resemblence? I have seen my fair share of this in my lifetime...and i always ask myself..."do they not realize this is happening?" i mean....it seems like it'd be rather obvious. Granted i have been cursed with love handles that sometimes get out of control....but at least i cover them up. I plead with all of you to make sure you never "muffin top" it is nasty and unnecessary. buy a bigger shirt if you must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Next blogworthy item of business: At work i sit next to a huge wall of windows. The windows are treated w/ that stuff so that it's harder to see into them than it is to see out of them, creati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQi9pv8X8AI/AAAAAAAAALg/cl0rbhK2FTM/s1600-h/10-29-08_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQi9pv8X8AI/AAAAAAAAALg/cl0rbhK2FTM/s200/10-29-08_1027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262664689524404226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ng a mirror effect. My desk happens to be located right by the big porch which leads to the entrance of my building. Because of this, people are constantly looking at themselves in the "mirror" and don't realize i'm right behind it....much like a two way mirror. We've seen our share of people taking a second glance at themselves, couples making out, cleaning one's braces etc. but today i witnessed something that i &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; want to see again. There was a couple (see picture...) canoodling and all of a sudden i see her reach up and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NECK ZIT&lt;/span&gt;....it get's better. she &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;WIPES&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;DISCHARGE&lt;/span&gt; of the zit &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ONTO HIS SWEATER&lt;/span&gt;. i about died...and my muffin from earlier almost made an appearance on my desk again. She continued 'grooming' him for the next 5 minutes. Popping zits here, flicking off hair there, licking her finger and slicking his hair...i mean...nasty crap. If i ever get married, i will &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; let my lover touch my imperfections....especially in public. sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Third blogworthy item: Ever since i have worked in the office there have been beenie baby like fish laying around at the Full-Time employees desk. The inspiration comes from "pikes fish market" in seattle washington where they came up with a metho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;d to a positive work environment that we try to utilize in our office: "Play, Make their Day, Be There, Choose Your Attitude"....so...today i was able to choose my own lil' fish. I was more exc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQi_erAPv3I/AAAAAAAAALw/kfP-MQ_U9P0/s1600-h/Nordle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQi_erAPv3I/AAAAAAAAALw/kfP-MQ_U9P0/s200/Nordle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262666698243161970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ited than i probably should have been.... there were many colors of fish to choose from, and in varying sizes... i of course picked the scrawny runt of the fish litter. My coworker (shout out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; ashley cooper) asked what i was going to name it...i had no idea... she suggested "Norville"...but i heard "Nordle"...so, everyone.... meet "Nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;dle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQjA2X5xuGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X1vKGNgCa8o/s1600-h/tots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQjA2X5xuGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X1vKGNgCa8o/s200/tots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262668204944242786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Final Blogworthy moment: Stopped by sonic for lunch today....as we were walking into sonic i look over and a guy is in his car, eating his tots, shirtless, just chillin. all alone. And i thought to myself.... a) it's chilly in utah right now, put a shirt on. b).....there was no B. i was just confused. but he seemed happy with this tots and lack of shirt..so good for him. Just so you although i love sonic tots, i will never eat them shirtless all alone in the sonic parking lot. I find it trashy, and strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;interview tonight. let the sweaty palms begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6125120347655580440?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6125120347655580440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6125120347655580440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6125120347655580440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6125120347655580440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/enjoy.html' title='enjoy.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQiyj6-BW3I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZvhIhO8-rik/s72-c/muffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4921261774373583929</id><published>2008-10-28T13:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i love seeing famous people....and i feel slightly like a stalker. Here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So today for TLFL (Tuesday Lunch for Life...a tradition that my friends from high school and I have started...eating out during devotional each week :)) we went to Zupas (one of my favorite places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; to eat) and my dear friend Marianne White (whom i've known since i was 4, and love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;said "Hey, It's the girl from 'The Next Food Network Star"" so of course i loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;k, and instantly bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;me enthralled in her l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQdu-FtLS2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5Qe-K75sj7c/s1600-h/10-28-08_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQdu-FtLS2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5Qe-K75sj7c/s200/10-28-08_1142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262296702568319842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ife at Zupas. Indeed it was Kelsey from th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;is la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;st season, whom i watched because she went to BYU etc. etc. so i kinda watched the show because of her. All of a sudden I'm star struck...and of course take a creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y stalker photo of her...because that's what i do b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;st. Granted it's only the back of her, but i promise you...it was her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Anyways, this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; got me thinking...and i realized that i seriously have a fascination with being in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the presence of people who have at some point had fame in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;entertainment world. I've recently had the chance to meet, even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;briefly, some amazing actors/actresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; from musicals and such...and it's such a rush for me. And for some reason i turn into a different person around them...i'm not the typical shy little mikey, i have no problem walking up to them and being like "hey, i like your stuff!"....and they usaully fall in love with me right then. (or hate the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQdyO_89k6I/AAAAAAAAALA/543RFwLdMdI/s1600-h/Kelsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQdyO_89k6I/AAAAAAAAALA/543RFwLdMdI/s200/Kelsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262300291616576418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; that they have to deal with another annoying fan...) But there's nothing like being able to say "i've met them"....and i do my best to not seem like a stalker. but i've realized that i k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;of am. but not a creepo one...a nice one. So to all of those famous people out there who read my blog, because i know there are many of you, i promise i'll be a nice stalker when i have the chance to run into you in a public place. And if you would be so kind as to pose for a picture with me, i'd greatly appreciate it. And to those of you who are famous who i've already met....sorry if i creeped you out. i mostly am just envious of your talent/money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Anyways.... i have a second interview with Banana tomorrow. I guess i was hot enough to actually be considered for a job there, so they wanna get to know me a little more and hopefully hire me. So we'll see about that. I don't necessarily want a second job, but i want the money that a second job will bring me...so that i can pursue my goals and move on in life. Which would be lovely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Lame post. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4921261774373583929?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4921261774373583929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4921261774373583929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4921261774373583929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4921261774373583929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/confession.html' title='confession.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SQdu-FtLS2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5Qe-K75sj7c/s72-c/10-28-08_1142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4776639443232214522</id><published>2008-10-22T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I lied.</title><content type='html'>please read the "happiness." entry before reading this one. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when i said i had no other news? i lied. I applied for a second job so that i can save some moneys.... and i have a group interview Saturday at Banana Republic. I'm excited, yet nervous. Mostly because i've never done a group interview.... if anyone out there has done one and has some advice for me...i'd greatly appreciate it. i want to work at this place so i have an excuse to buy their marvelous clothing. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied. again. it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to look HOT for my interview, my friend/relative Chelsea Neiger will be dying (is that the right form of that word?) hair tomorrow...a little excited about it. i may or may not post pictures, but just know...im excited. and wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4776639443232214522?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4776639443232214522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4776639443232214522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4776639443232214522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4776639443232214522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lied.html' title='I lied.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-4856402797006329481</id><published>2008-10-22T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SP_fReWu_BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JqiZvlAIoBM/s1600-h/WhitneyPort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SP_fReWu_BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JqiZvlAIoBM/s200/WhitneyPort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260168381091216402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I had the TV on during the new episode of "The Hills" this week...(wasn't really paying attention cause it kind of bores me now to be quite honest...too much fake drama in one half-hour) they commented on how there will be a spin-off called "The City" starring none other than my favorite cast member of "The Hills" Ms. Whitney Port (pictured here..). I need to meet this girl. I really think we're soulmates...and i'm not just saying that casually....i really think we were meant to be together. This was first made known to me when, instead of saying "what the freak" (mormon version) she said the letters "W-T-F"..... i mean....... are we not just a match made in heaven? So... will someone out there please hook a brother up? anyways, i love her. her personality makes me laugh/smile on frequent occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news............................oh wait, there is no other news. my life is boring. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-4856402797006329481?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4856402797006329481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=4856402797006329481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4856402797006329481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/4856402797006329481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiness.html' title='happiness.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SP_fReWu_BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JqiZvlAIoBM/s72-c/WhitneyPort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2697247558688478244</id><published>2008-10-19T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>dreams....and other things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtWnFhdshI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aThrn3_SKZI/s1600-h/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Alright, so i just woke up from one of the most profound dreams i've had in a while..and everyone will laugh when they read about it...but i loved it. i seemed so smart. here's the scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i was on the MTV show "Real World" (my dream/secret ambition in life) and we had to travel to do this promo shot for "The Amazing Race" (another ambition) where we were the ones to hand them the next clue or whatever. The producers had also asked some past cast members of the "Real World" to be there...and one of them happened to be Julie Stoffer (sp?) the mormon chick who made a mockery of herself and the church on TV. SO...we're flying over a big grassy area in a flying ship (that's where the dream part kicks in) and as we fly over Julie I yell "Hey! Julie! i'm from Orem Utah!!" and she gives me this look like she's about to kill me and says "Orem Utah is Full of apostates and sinners and liars!!!".........................yeah. don't really get where that came from but anyways, this sparked in my dream brain the idea to go talk to her about her life etc. and maybe bring up some aspects of the gospel, and bring her "back into the fold"....so not like me but whatever...it's a dream...anything can happen right? SO eventually we get in the same room (after our ship had a malfunction and i had to jump out the window to escape and almost fell off a cliff into the ocean) and i start talking to her about life and stuff...Somehow the topic of Jesus Christ comes up and she says "If he loves me then why do i feel so angry and sad after i get drunk"...actually she's kind of yelling this and being dramatic along with saying some other obscene things. (hence the reason she was on Real World in the first place) and when i finally have a moment to say my thoughts, and she's calmed down i say something that is so simple and probably everyone has thought before so it's not that profound, but for me...it kind of was. I said "you know what julie? Jesus Christ has felt all the pain in the world. He knows what it feels like to be you. And isn't that the best thing to have? A friend who knows exactly what you've been through and are going through? someone you can turn to? He's not there to make all your pain go away... we're here to have trials, and to feel as our He has at times, to experience this mortal life. We are the ones who have to figure out how to stop our own anger and our own pain, but Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ will be with us every step of the way, with a shoulder to cry on when our own decisions make us unhappy. If drinking is making you unhappy then stop!"....basically that's the extent of my dream. I woke up and had to write it down so, what better way to do that than in blog format? anyways....so like i said, not THAT profound but in it's simplicity it made sense to me and made me feel better about some things in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In other news..... Kelsey and Mare were throwing a little birthday bash for our friend Zac Efron who turned 21 yesterday. (i told people who asked what i was doing that i was going to a birthday party for a friend. ha!) I mean, i'm not the biggest Zac Efron fan in the world...but it was something to do. We watched Highschool Musicals 1 &amp;amp; 2....not the biggest fan of those either, would've much rather watched hairspray BUT it wasn't my party, so i can't complain. A fun night was had by all. here's some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtWmNLbwMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-68BbqJCH4Y/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtWmNLbwMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-68BbqJCH4Y/s200/IMG_5674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258892204257820866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;kels!!!           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtWmVLqnTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e3t6-ZR2Mkg/s1600-h/IMG_5677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtWmVLqnTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e3t6-ZR2Mkg/s200/IMG_5677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258892206406278450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The man himself....and Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtX4eGdjlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVlLzM4OjgA/s1600-h/IMG_5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtX4eGdjlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVlLzM4OjgA/s200/IMG_5683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258893617549643346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mare!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtX4ryoqDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UbswNF4cJGM/s1600-h/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtX4ryoqDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UbswNF4cJGM/s200/IMG_5684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258893621224581170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Loges!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2697247558688478244?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2697247558688478244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2697247558688478244' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2697247558688478244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2697247558688478244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreamsand-other-things.html' title='dreams....and other things.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPtWmNLbwMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-68BbqJCH4Y/s72-c/IMG_5674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-6706623442185385839</id><published>2008-10-16T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>and the winner is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;LEANNE MARSHALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeLBUCrPxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/y8iNrc5zgaY/s1600-h/leanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeLBUCrPxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/y8iNrc5zgaY/s320/leanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257823944654405394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It was a great season finale of project runway last night. The top 3 designers all had very different styles, crazy psycho eclectic girl: Kenley, African princess: Korto, and chic/modern/classy: Leanne. Kenley was the beast of the season, and Korto had the best personality in my opinion...but i feel Leanne deserved to win. Her clothes always seemed to be very well made and her style seems to be fairly fresh and new. my favorites from her final collection are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeN3VSTuWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8YumNjbD1CY/s1600-h/leannefinal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeN3VSTuWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8YumNjbD1CY/s320/leannefinal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257827071724599650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeN39jFsWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WivDjXj-jNk/s1600-h/leannefinal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeN39jFsWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WivDjXj-jNk/s320/leannefinal3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257827082532401506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeN3ifdhxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S4Lr8aqHbIg/s1600-h/leannefinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeN3ifdhxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S4Lr8aqHbIg/s320/leannefinal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257827075269429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;although the other designers did have some pretty cool looks too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my favorite of Korto's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeOwa46uUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TyeSuLkBAIQ/s1600-h/KortoFinal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeOwa46uUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TyeSuLkBAIQ/s320/KortoFinal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257828052481259842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Favorite of Kenley's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeOwbAdNrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GV2PoUq1IvA/s1600-h/KenleyFinal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeOwbAdNrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GV2PoUq1IvA/s320/KenleyFinal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257828052512880306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;anyways. i love this show. can't wait for next season...but until then: Top Chef...here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-6706623442185385839?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6706623442185385839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=6706623442185385839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6706623442185385839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/6706623442185385839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is.....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPeLBUCrPxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/y8iNrc5zgaY/s72-c/leanne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-2476285519040548467</id><published>2008-10-15T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>give me your thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i've been considering starting another blog...more of a "themed" blog of which i only talk about a certain topic.... here are some options i have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1) crazy people i see on campus everyday and my thoughts regarding them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2) men's fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3) reality tv shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4) picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5) favorite facebook news feeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i am completely open to other suggestions.... so please. PLEASE give me your thoughts, impressions, feelings, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-2476285519040548467?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2476285519040548467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=2476285519040548467' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2476285519040548467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/2476285519040548467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-me-your-thoughts.html' title='give me your thoughts...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7788303337173856394</id><published>2008-10-15T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"The Rachel Zoe Project"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPZGcgSedSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EvzEJTLNK04/s1600-h/rachzoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPZGcgSedSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EvzEJTLNK04/s320/rachzoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257467070519342370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I had to say goodbye to my best friends last night-- Rachel, Brad, and Taylor. I've come to love these people in the few short weeks i've been able to get a glimpse into their life through the wonderful invention entitled "The Television". These people are insane, and that's why i love them. Taylor is the meanest beast i've ever seen, but she has a soft side. Brad has a sense of humor similar to that of my own, and impecable style. Rachel, while extremely over the top, is extremely down to earth and genuinely nice. the best rachel moment of the season was last night, where after brad had screwed up royally (he forgot to leave rachel a 'kit' with a client which included but was not limited to: thongs, heel pads, nipple covers etc) taylor was a beast to him about it, and rachel was pretty upset, so brad completely breaks down and says he can't do it anymore blah blah blah, he's bawling in rachels room and she goes "it's ok brad. it's just clothes. we can overcome this" haha....just thought it was funny. anyways, love these people. look forward to seeing them soon. Until then, i'll continue to use their catch phrases...which i love. I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project runway finale is tonight, and i'm sad...but also excited. more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909348354538620919-7788303337173856394?l=morrellibelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7788303337173856394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909348354538620919&amp;postID=7788303337173856394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7788303337173856394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909348354538620919/posts/default/7788303337173856394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrellibelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-ending-to-perfect-season.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644072721239135966</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/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPZGcgSedSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EvzEJTLNK04/s72-c/rachzoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909348354538620919.post-7432680936327862764</id><published>2008-10-14T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:58.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Out of the closet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(disclaimer...extremely long. brace yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;...and under those magical Golden Arches,  aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;CDON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ALD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;S!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPV1fLvIs1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0QzFYAJ6nZA/s1600-h/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPV1fLvIs1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0QzFYAJ6nZA/s320/mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257237318611809106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally loving it....so it's no secret anymore. I was once a closet lover of this oldschool/ghetto/trashy lil' place...but i'm not afraid to admit it anymore. I love myself some Mickey-Dee's. For all you haters out there.... when was the last time you made a visit to this little slice of heaven on earth? .... exactly. at least 3 years ago...trust me. alot has improved since then. I was reminded of this as i drove cross-country this past weekend (ok...across 3 states) and I was in dire need of some nourishment, when what do i see? but those Bright, Glowing, Magical Golden Arches of love. But my secret love story doesn't start here.... it starts about a year ago in a little place known as Laie H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;awaii....... ***Insert saved by the bell dream transition here*** ...... Living in Hawaii to go to school for a term was an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt; experience to say the least. Living off cafeteria food is not something i would suggest for anyone..... (especially after working there and seeing a dead rat on the floor...but that's another story) SO while Laie doesn't have many food options, it does have one that may have saved my life. you guessed it. McDonalds. As i ventured there one day in order to escape the world of cafeteria food, i thought to myself... "i never really liked this place...except for maybe the big macs and that divine orange Hi-C drink" so i decided to be brave and branch out of my one true comfort at this place. I ordered the chicken nuggets. Having been a fanatic of wendy's chicken nuggets, i felt a little rebelious and disloyal..(is that a word? you get the point) But as i bit into this tasty little nugget, i fell in love. Not only with the nugget itself, but the sweet and sour sauce brought joy to my soul. the combination of the two (and ranch dressing of course) was a match made in heaven. Since then i have discovered other wonderful things on this formerly ghetto/white trash menu....including but not limited to the AMAZING double cheeseburger for only $1.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can you freaking believe it? i mean......... how can you get better than that? ever since then.... it's been a match made in heaven. However, i tend to only go there when i need a fix, mostly because i don't want anyone i know to see me there. you know how that goes.  So, I'm curious....what are you're closet loves? watching 7th heaven marathons? the taste of your own earwax? let me know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;On another note, like mentioned above i just got back from a little trip i took to Vegas and California. I had purchased tickets to see some shows that i was really excited to see, so i took my lovely 1994 isuzu rodeo on a little jaunt to fulfil my show cravings. (yes, i get these often..i'm kind of a live theater junkie) Stopped in Vegas to see the wonderfully talented Linda Eder. Can't get much better than this woman. I've blogged about her before.... here's a little Vid i took of her singing "Man of La Mancha" typically sung by a man...but her version is unbeatable. Had great seats, and was able to be with my good friend Luke and some of his friends. had alot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVxLnJlc9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UjeX4Fbai60/s1600-h/IMG_5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc3a56de06d1ac04" 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://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc3a56de06d1ac04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AF4C5461E020D7732F0389FBBBE0AB806A237DE.778D4D92B98F409BEB3AA10F7A86B3E473FDC247%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc3a56de06d1ac04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFrqpCucARZQlQQXlq7OoMN8bZ3Y&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://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc3a56de06d1ac04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AF4C5461E020D7732F0389FBBBE0AB806A237DE.778D4D92B98F409BEB3AA10F7A86B3E473FDC247%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc3a56de06d1ac04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFrqpCucARZQlQQXlq7OoMN8bZ3Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was California. Left vegas around 6 am so as to arrive in Cali in enough time to spend time at Disneyland. Definitely one of my favorite places on this planet. I arrived in Cali in time, met up with my sister Malissa and her friend, and then headed down to meet the one and only Mark Morrell. A man i am proud to call my brother. ANYWAYS. so disneyland is all decked out in their halloween decorations and such. That's mostly the reason i wanted to go there...and to ride TOTs of course (for those of you who don't speak my lingo...that's Tower of Terror) Here are some pics from Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVwNFSvl5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wt52Orpez88/s1600-h/IMG_5570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVwNFSvl5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wt52Orpez88/s320/IMG_5570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231510086326162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVwNpG4fxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nzubg0JiapY/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVwNpG4fxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nzubg0JiapY/s320/IMG_5577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231519700254482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVxLnJlc9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UjeX4Fbai60/s1600-h/IMG_5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVxLnJlc9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UjeX4Fbai60/s320/IMG_5582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257232584326607826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVwN_aqgXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Hj4z0K7MQjA/s1600-h/IMG_5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPVwN_aqgXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Hj4z0K7MQjA/s320/IMG_5573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231525688803698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, after a fun day at disneyland we planned to meet up with mark and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt; kaylinn for dinner up in LA. They were going to wicked that night and I had tickets to see the new musical "9 to 5" based on the 80's movie. I had heard clips of music from this new show that is premiering in LA before going to broadway and i knew i HAD to see it. all the music was written by Dolly Parton so i was very excited. After eating dinner with mark and kaylinn, Malissa, her friend, and I headed to see 9 to 5. One thing led to another and we got there late....i missed the whole first song and was...well...really upset. BUT nonetheless the show was seriously AMAZING. The cast included 2 former Wicked leads, Megan Hilty and Stephanie J Block, and the insanely talented Allison Janney. ("Devil child! Devil child!) The music was amazing, and the set was like nothing i had ever seen. It was all just great. I would be surprised if it didn't win some Tony awards this upcoming year. I encourage any and all to see it if they have the chance...and if not, just go watch some of the videos on YouTube. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (Sunday) Got up, Got Ready, had breakfast and headed to see Wicked. Before the show we stopped to get some PinkBerry frozen yogurt. Never had this before, but had heard alot about it...and let me tell you..... pretty much amazing. like most other things in this blog. here's a pic. be jealous, and salivate all you want. So delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPV04t7qG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/y_ussXWoVSI/s1600-h/IMG_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fM9c0kUtP4/SPV04t7qG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/y_ussXWoVSI/s320/IMG_5589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236657776237378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;anyways...This was my 3rd time seeing Wicked. I was excited to see it cause i really liked the girl that is playing Elphaba in LA right now, and couldn't wait to see her...only to arrive at the theater and find out that it wouldn't be her, but her understudy for that performance. So i was originally a little disappointed....but the understudy did not let me down at all. She was amazing as well. That show never ceases to amaze me, no matter who is playing the lead. I decided that that means that it's a quality musical. That it doesn't matter who is playing what part, it is always amazing to me. Gives me chills no matter what. so yeah. loved it. Also, my friend casey informed me that my favorite glinda/elphaba will be closing the show in LA in the upcoming months...SOOOO i'll be going back. If anyone wants to join me.... let me know and we can make arrangements. can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Later that night, i headed to mark's apartment to spend the night there,  get some sleep, so that i could then drive all the way back to Utah the following day. So it was good to see my sibs, (siblings) and it was amazing to see those shows...i seriously would see a show a day if i had the money. But i must say, driving 10 hours all alone...... not my favorite. It was nice for the first 6 or 7 hours just clear my head and think about life and all of the things going on... but i must say...those last 3 hours driving from Cedar City to Provo seemed to take at least 5 days. But i survived. I made it. 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