<?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-8607696152977134686</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:27:05.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Kay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-1060541509789573340</id><published>2009-06-03T20:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:58:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>Im totally lame and way behind so I am just going to put up pictures and write more later!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFVaW-2PI/AAAAAAAAAcs/blmO01ASfE4/s1600-h/IMG_6542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343315717053667570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFVaW-2PI/AAAAAAAAAcs/blmO01ASfE4/s200/IMG_6542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFVHkuXzI/AAAAAAAAAck/m4rkTg3iXBE/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343315712011034418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFVHkuXzI/AAAAAAAAAck/m4rkTg3iXBE/s200/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFU2bq0eI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CKAyo9JlIBw/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343315707409650146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFU2bq0eI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CKAyo9JlIBw/s200/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidCsHI8cqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_K4UfHk15D0/s200/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-1060541509789573340?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/1060541509789573340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=1060541509789573340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/1060541509789573340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/1060541509789573340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2009/06/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SidFVaW-2PI/AAAAAAAAAcs/blmO01ASfE4/s72-c/IMG_6542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-7350218472448054951</id><published>2009-04-01T14:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:21:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1/2 Birthday</title><content type='html'>So lately things in my life haven't been what I would like for them to be, but I try and do things for others, especially Casey to make me feel better. So today is not only April Fools day, but it is also Casey's half birthday! So since he is going to be starting school in a few weeks down at BYU I decided I would give him a half birthday/starting off in a new place gift. So I went out with my friend and we bought all sorts of new things that you might need for moving into a new place.&lt;br /&gt;The place he is going to be moving into is a lot smaller than where he is now and is also completely furnished, so he is going to have to find a way to store things better. So I bought him bed risers to keep things under his bed. He is also not allowed to put nails in the walls so I bought the wonderful scotch wall hangers for him as well. It was just nice to go out and get him useful things I knew he would actually appreciate. He had no idea I was even doing it and was happy that I had done it. So today might be April Fools day, but I felt good all day because I had done something nice. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SdPap-I3P5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/FqsZ8ZAJvsk/s1600-h/downsized_0401091242.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SdPap-I3P5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/FqsZ8ZAJvsk/s200/downsized_0401091242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319835999444352914" 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/8607696152977134686-7350218472448054951?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/7350218472448054951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=7350218472448054951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7350218472448054951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7350218472448054951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-12-birthday.html' title='Happy 1/2 Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SdPap-I3P5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/FqsZ8ZAJvsk/s72-c/downsized_0401091242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-7569558379362505608</id><published>2009-03-17T09:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:45:02.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>7 Things I Can Do....&lt;br /&gt;1- Be a sass&lt;br /&gt;2- Scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;3- Talk to random people&lt;br /&gt;4- Make &amp;amp; decorate cakes&lt;br /&gt;5- Spend forever online for no real reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;6- Laugh at other people's expense&lt;br /&gt;7- Pick on my older brother ( I love you Brandon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Can't Do...&lt;br /&gt;1- Make decisions (especially small ones)&lt;br /&gt;2- Know what guys are really thinking&lt;br /&gt;3- Handle a lot of stress&lt;br /&gt;4- Keep the house as clean as I would like&lt;br /&gt;5- Stand living with girls&lt;br /&gt;6- Just follow a recipie, I have to change it at least a little&lt;br /&gt;7- Play the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Always Say...&lt;br /&gt;1- I love you&lt;br /&gt;2- I don't care&lt;br /&gt;3- That's so funny&lt;br /&gt;4- Seriously&lt;br /&gt;5- Your face&lt;br /&gt;6- I will survive&lt;br /&gt;7- LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Always Eat...&lt;br /&gt;1- Chicken&lt;br /&gt;2- Sandwhiches&lt;br /&gt;3- Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;4- Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;5- Cheese&lt;br /&gt;6- Pasta&lt;br /&gt;7- Garlic Fries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag: Jennifer, Kristi, Chardell, and Alli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-7569558379362505608?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/7569558379362505608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=7569558379362505608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7569558379362505608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7569558379362505608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-things-tag.html' title='7 Things Tag'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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-8607696152977134686.post-5237414333517778908</id><published>2008-11-09T22:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:12:09.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks back Casey gave me a big surprise and flew me to California so that I could see where he lived. It was a lot of fun. He tried to keep the whole thing a secret, but me being who I am figured it out! It may not have been a complete surprise, but I still had a blast. We went to his home town which is a little ways away from San Francisco. But Saturday we went and walked down the pier. I had a blast getting to go there and see San Francisco for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLFrdsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/p05rvPNFY-k/s1600-h/IMG_0724.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLFrdsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/p05rvPNFY-k/s200/IMG_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267816381334447970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't go on a tour but I did get a picture of Alcatraz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLFzh2tvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sZgE2r2XZp8/s1600-h/IMG_0734.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLFzh2tvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sZgE2r2XZp8/s200/IMG_0734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267816383499384562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLGc-wkQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Lj6oXnHSurs/s1600-h/IMG_0755.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLGc-wkQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Lj6oXnHSurs/s200/IMG_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267816394626470146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sea Lions that are all over in this one spot at Pier 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLGEUMNzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/nhzjZx5_aNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0739.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLGEUMNzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/nhzjZx5_aNQ/s200/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267816388005476146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLGzLxLgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qv3Rwu90GaI/s1600-h/IMG_0758.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLGzLxLgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qv3Rwu90GaI/s200/IMG_0758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267816400586616322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we got to the bridge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMGvlIAuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3HSPsq_NzK8/s1600-h/IMG_0761.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMGvlIAuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3HSPsq_NzK8/s200/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817499130856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. I was excited, I have always wanted to go to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMG367J0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/ahUTlgKH498/s1600-h/IMG_0771.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMG367J0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/ahUTlgKH498/s200/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817501369771842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMHvdJZnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wms33wkI3bI/s1600-h/IMG_0780.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMHvdJZnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wms33wkI3bI/s200/IMG_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817516277261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day we flew out! These are pictures from the plane. It was a so much fun, I am glad he took me for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMHARo9kI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IMYJ7bIcnbM/s1600-h/IMG_0777.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsMHARo9kI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IMYJ7bIcnbM/s200/IMG_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817503612532290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait till Christmas when I get to go back for a second time and go do a little more sight seeing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-5237414333517778908?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/5237414333517778908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=5237414333517778908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/5237414333517778908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/5237414333517778908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/11/san-francisco.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRsLFrdsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/p05rvPNFY-k/s72-c/IMG_0724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-4632623971023318734</id><published>2008-11-09T22:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:15:57.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Track 4 Park City</title><content type='html'>So over conference weekend Casey and I were able to go and attend the first session of general conference at the conference center. I got to meet his sister Leanna because she had come into town to go see conference as well. It was a lot of fun. But that night Casey and I headed up to Park City to meet a few friends and stay at our friend Stephanie's parents house that they rent out up there. It was such a nice house with a very wonderful view. It was a lot of fun to get away and hang out with some people and watch conference.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC8iC-wNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PEC-X-llIrk/s1600-h/IMG_0632.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC8iC-wNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PEC-X-llIrk/s200/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892634420330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey taking a nap between sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC8DsTbqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/moafinHBHu0/s1600-h/IMG_0615.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC8DsTbqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/moafinHBHu0/s200/IMG_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892626272153250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us watching conference on the big screen downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC7h3hG4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/UN_SYKjj45g/s1600-h/IMG_0614.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC7h3hG4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/UN_SYKjj45g/s200/IMG_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892617192381314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning after playing late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC7AvTXfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LGgqYJrvhKU/s1600-h/IMG_0602.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC7AvTXfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LGgqYJrvhKU/s200/IMG_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892608299556338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC672PoyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VjpGnGxdYhg/s1600-h/IMG_0642.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC672PoyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VjpGnGxdYhg/s200/IMG_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892606986494754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gigantic house we got to stay in. This picture doesn't even give it justice as to how much room there was inside. I am so glad we got to go up and hang out with everyone for a night and a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-4632623971023318734?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/4632623971023318734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=4632623971023318734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/4632623971023318734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/4632623971023318734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-track-4-park-city.html' title='Back Track 4 Park City'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfC8iC-wNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PEC-X-llIrk/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-980199373939612087</id><published>2008-11-09T21:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:05:16.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Track 3 Casey's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So on October 1st was Casey's Birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASEY! So this was an interesting day, it wasn't only Casey's birthday it was the first time I got to meet Casey's parents. They flew into town just for his birthday. I was a nervous wreck all day long. I didn't know really how I felt about meeting the parents. I had never had to do that before. Any other time I knew the parents before I ever started dating the guy... so this was a very nerve wracking experience. His parents flew into town and we met them down on temple square because we were going to have dinner in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building at The Roof. It was a good time once I kinda got use to things, but it was still a little uncomfortable. But here are some pictures of us&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA7vP9RuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xujomnmYCnA/s1600-h/IMGP0755.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA7vP9RuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xujomnmYCnA/s200/IMGP0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266890421761296098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA7DrZBRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wTgHmiSXt6Y/s1600-h/IMGP0754.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA7DrZBRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wTgHmiSXt6Y/s200/IMGP0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266890410065200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA6oQKxrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5uVzTD7mJ6k/s1600-h/IMGP0753.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA6oQKxrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5uVzTD7mJ6k/s200/IMGP0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266890402703263410" 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/8607696152977134686-980199373939612087?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/980199373939612087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=980199373939612087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/980199373939612087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/980199373939612087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-track-3-caseys-birthday.html' title='Back Track 3 Casey&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRfA7vP9RuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xujomnmYCnA/s72-c/IMGP0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-3932280502015157321</id><published>2008-11-09T19:39:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:38:52.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Track 2 Arizona</title><content type='html'>I had been planning on going on a camp out with some of my friends up here since they had all been gone for the summer, but one night I was talking to Casey to see what he wanted to do for the weekend. He told me he would be doing whatever I wanted to do. So I asked him, "well, what if I want to go to Arizona this weekend?" He told me that he would be perfectly fine with it. I gave him a confused look, then the idea popped into my head, "why not". So I told him okay and that I would call my mom the next morning to let her know we were coming. He had a worried look like, "why did I just say that?" So the week went by he seemed to warm up to the idea a little bit more. So Friday night we headed to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRejgjKY_FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eYrIvSKsuCk/s1600-h/IMG_0302.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRejgjKY_FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eYrIvSKsuCk/s200/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266858068823047250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting our scripture study done on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRejhOppBfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FuSWbjpfVxk/s1600-h/IMG_0307.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRejhOppBfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FuSWbjpfVxk/s200/IMG_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266858080496846322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to stay awake! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night driving with just the two of us. We did a lot of talking and getting to know each other a little better. The next morning we got up for breakfast with everyone. John and Sarah made biscuits and gravy. It was interesting being around the table with the whole family. After breakfast we all went our seperate ways for a while to get a few things done before taking off up to the mountains to eat lunch/dinner up at Locket Meadow. Sarah got working on the big birthday cake for all the September birthdays we have in our family. Ashlyn got to help her out as she did it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerUiyKgPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AnHItRTaMdI/s1600-h/IMG_0308.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerUiyKgPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AnHItRTaMdI/s200/IMG_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866658656026866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerUShVH0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/cMKIbjpUYEA/s1600-h/IMG_0311.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerUShVH0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/cMKIbjpUYEA/s200/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866654290452290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey, Brandon, Michael and myself went out before everyone else to go shooting. It was a blast to get to go shooting again. I love doing it and I enjoy it thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerWJDQX2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/JWh9c9GDJHk/s1600-h/IMG_0315.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerWJDQX2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/JWh9c9GDJHk/s200/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866686108131170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerVcec3WI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yaJ54WO-cHk/s1600-h/IMG_0328.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerVcec3WI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yaJ54WO-cHk/s200/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866674142600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerVLvZ_pI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TcPPhcAI4SE/s1600-h/IMG_0312.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRerVLvZ_pI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TcPPhcAI4SE/s200/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866669650312850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey7PFHJwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/40rIsQpAfTo/s1600-h/IMG_0349.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey7PFHJwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/40rIsQpAfTo/s200/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875019963082498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When everyone else got there they kids just sat and watched while we all got to have the fun. Of course the mom's all said they little ones couldn't shoot the guns, but we did get a few moms to try out the guns. That was a lot of fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey7l64syI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ss9A804cYV0/s1600-h/IMG_0384.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey7l64syI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ss9A804cYV0/s200/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875026094207778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey-Czi7NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/c4R9dmaM7jk/s1600-h/IMG_0394.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey-Czi7NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/c4R9dmaM7jk/s200/IMG_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875068207787218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey8dKD5iI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MufUJzgorHU/s1600-h/IMG_0388.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey8dKD5iI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MufUJzgorHU/s200/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875040921806370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey72qEdcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZHep8CZeEUw/s1600-h/IMG_0386.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRey72qEdcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZHep8CZeEUw/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875030587078082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe1AMuq69I/AAAAAAAAAWU/3W6vcqMDyHA/s1600-h/IMG_0440.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe1AMuq69I/AAAAAAAAAWU/3W6vcqMDyHA/s200/IMG_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266877304254688210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0_CLb0eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EU1CYvQtz_8/s1600-h/IMG_0417.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0_CLb0eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EU1CYvQtz_8/s200/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266877284242674146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0-6O42TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/KDGuWen6gj8/s1600-h/IMG_0416.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0-6O42TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/KDGuWen6gj8/s200/IMG_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266877282109675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0-tYwf6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/c7NgBUzjzog/s1600-h/IMG_0411.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0-tYwf6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/c7NgBUzjzog/s200/IMG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266877278661410722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done we headed up the montain to Locket Meadow to have dinner and just hang around for the most part. It was a fun weekend and I am glad I got to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0_zO0isI/AAAAAAAAAWM/c9Ti6bvAuCo/s1600-h/IMG_0453.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe0_zO0isI/AAAAAAAAAWM/c9Ti6bvAuCo/s200/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266877297410214594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5BkKX4rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5Tn7cKeqIhM/s1600-h/IMG_0501.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5BkKX4rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5Tn7cKeqIhM/s200/IMG_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266881725771276978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5BX79xCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DhPnQI1tLsY/s1600-h/IMG_0513.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5BX79xCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DhPnQI1tLsY/s200/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266881722489619490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5A3JvpQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9v8AHTJMND8/s1600-h/IMG_0464.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5A3JvpQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9v8AHTJMND8/s200/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266881713689044226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5AvxD8TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Xl4dS0kcU3s/s1600-h/IMG_0463.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5AvxD8TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Xl4dS0kcU3s/s200/IMG_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266881711706468658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5AaYdx5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IORIkcJxRbw/s1600-h/IMG_0461.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe5AaYdx5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IORIkcJxRbw/s200/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266881705966159762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6aF-xfII/AAAAAAAAAXE/URBY9w7O8gI/s1600-h/IMG_0518.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6aF-xfII/AAAAAAAAAXE/URBY9w7O8gI/s200/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883246677916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home we took a little detour and went to see the Manti Temple. Tha t was really nice to get a chance to go and see that esspecially on a Sunday. I am so glad I got to go on this trip with Casey, Oh ya also on the way home I managed to get my car to 107, you can even see the evidence on my gps in the last picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6aaFQglI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MzcHzyft5Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0549.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6aaFQglI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MzcHzyft5Sw/s200/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883252073824850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6aDW_L2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6TvdTZtfXuk/s1600-h/IMG_0548.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6aDW_L2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6TvdTZtfXuk/s200/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883245974171490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6bM2v5II/AAAAAAAAAXk/2o5fQCiopBM/s1600-h/IMG_0581.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6bM2v5II/AAAAAAAAAXk/2o5fQCiopBM/s200/IMG_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883265703175298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6asHMZcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_WHM7EK0nG4/s1600-h/IMG_0551.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRe6asHMZcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_WHM7EK0nG4/s200/IMG_0551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883256913782210" 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/8607696152977134686-3932280502015157321?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/3932280502015157321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=3932280502015157321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3932280502015157321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3932280502015157321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-track-2-arizona.html' title='Back Track 2 Arizona'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRejgjKY_FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eYrIvSKsuCk/s72-c/IMG_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-7124499835174972347</id><published>2008-11-09T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:42:46.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Track 1 State Fair</title><content type='html'>Well I know I have been slacking a lot of not doing my blog, so now I will do a little catching up on some things from the past few months. September 13, I went to the Utah State Fair with Casey, and our friends Kaylee and Brett. It was a blast, well kinda, we hadn't really planned anything completely through, so pretty much we just met at Casey's place, had some pizza before we took off. We went to the fair and Casey and I ended up ditching Kaylee and Brett, which was fine by me since we ended up finding the tractor pulls... That was a blast, I miss the country side of me. So we ended up watching that for a little while before we decided we should go try and find the others. Once we found them we took them over to the tractor pulls because it is kind of entertaining to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecpYLU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PNjpJszqRlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0287.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecpYLU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PNjpJszqRlQ/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850523911616914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecoy3llhI/AAAAAAAAASs/kC6dkI1GawE/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecoy3llhI/AAAAAAAAASs/kC6dkI1GawE/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850513896707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecoVjK8eI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZWCODKMOFQg/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecoVjK8eI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZWCODKMOFQg/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850506026447330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecoDYqDJI/AAAAAAAAASc/NFk_n9k-IGk/s1600-h/IMG_0277.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecoDYqDJI/AAAAAAAAASc/NFk_n9k-IGk/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850501150510226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRedIqSHOoI/AAAAAAAAATE/nCGoGksAUrA/s1600-h/IMG_0301.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRedIqSHOoI/AAAAAAAAATE/nCGoGksAUrA/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851061347859074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRedH-cmBtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/R8FaGdGRJL0/s1600-h/IMG_0297.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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRedH-cmBtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/R8FaGdGRJL0/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851049580660434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everything else we just went back to Kaylee's to play a few games and hung out for a little while before we ended up calling it a night, but it was fun for the most part of the evening seeing is how we hadn't really had any plans set in stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-7124499835174972347?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/7124499835174972347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=7124499835174972347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7124499835174972347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7124499835174972347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-track-1.html' title='Back Track 1 State Fair'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SRecpYLU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PNjpJszqRlQ/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-4921502707283348348</id><published>2008-10-03T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:12:06.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Quick Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gTtEosI/AAAAAAAAARc/8MSoKMwYTFg/s1600-h/Bugaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gTtEosI/AAAAAAAAARc/8MSoKMwYTFg/s320/Bugaboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253022909861241538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gv1-6DI/AAAAAAAAARk/IrUGeuLVkXU/s1600-h/Lincoln+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gv1-6DI/AAAAAAAAARk/IrUGeuLVkXU/s320/Lincoln+Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253022917414807602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gsslXTI/AAAAAAAAARs/rOmWHaBiuHE/s1600-h/Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gsslXTI/AAAAAAAAARs/rOmWHaBiuHE/s320/Bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253022916570078514" 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/8607696152977134686-4921502707283348348?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/4921502707283348348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=4921502707283348348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/4921502707283348348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/4921502707283348348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-some-quick-pictures.html' title='Just Some Quick Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SOZ8gTtEosI/AAAAAAAAARc/8MSoKMwYTFg/s72-c/Bugaboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-218035656168250961</id><published>2008-09-08T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:54:05.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Season!</title><content type='html'>I love football, almost as much as I love Basketball.... or maybe I love them both the same I just get to enjoy both at different times of the year! I was so happy to have football season start. I have my college team and my pro team who I love to cheer for. I watched the season opener and my team won which made me very excited! Both of my teams are doing good so far, but it is still early in the season, so who knows what will eventually happen. But I love the Utah Utes and the New York Giants. That is who I choose to cheer for and no one can change my mind. Especially guys, they have their teams and I have mine. Rivals just makes life so much more interesting. That is why I stand my ground when it comes to sports! I shouldn't have to change the teams I love for a guy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-218035656168250961?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/218035656168250961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=218035656168250961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/218035656168250961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/218035656168250961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/09/football-season.html' title='Football Season!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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-8607696152977134686.post-8529782823917968783</id><published>2008-08-30T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:17:22.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY GRADUATION!</title><content type='html'>Well I finally was able to finish up the last of my classes this summer. It was a long summer, but so worth it in the end. I am so happy to finally be done with my Associates degree, and even more happy to be done with my general studies. Now it is off to Cosmetology school. I am still not sure where I want to go, I need to do a little bit more research on that, but I wont let something keep me from going there. It is what I want to do and I am going to get it done. I was also really excited to graduate because I was able to get a brand new camera. Its not anything overly fancy, but I am way excited to have it. It is a Cannon 590, I haven't had to much time to play with it, but I am sure I will have it for a long time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLnGLZriqQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XD0153zhUDc/s1600-h/21617760i_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLnGLZriqQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XD0153zhUDc/s200/21617760i_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240437540596656386" 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/8607696152977134686-8529782823917968783?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/8529782823917968783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=8529782823917968783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8529782823917968783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8529782823917968783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-graduation.html' title='YAY GRADUATION!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLnGLZriqQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XD0153zhUDc/s72-c/21617760i_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-2364931110777511483</id><published>2008-08-30T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:14:15.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex!</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago my cousin Alex made a stop to see me on her way to Snow College! It was such a blast to see her. It has been years since we have been able to actually see each other in person. We got to spend an afternoon together and an evening, but that was it. At least she isn't to far away for me to make a weekend visit to her every once in a while. She will need it. She wanted me to come see her this weekend actually, but I have work and I had previous plans. But I will make it down to see her sometime. I love that girl and I am so glad we found each other on myspace a few months back and have been able to keep in touch. :) Here is the crazy girl! LOVE HER TO DEATH! I am so happy she made her mom stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2X9ByJdI/AAAAAAAAANw/dl-VSLTtOTQ/s1600-h/DSCF1422a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2X9ByJdI/AAAAAAAAANw/dl-VSLTtOTQ/s200/DSCF1422a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240420164057572818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2YJFMWDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/puBpJAcGVQ8/s1600-h/DSCF1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2YJFMWDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/puBpJAcGVQ8/s200/DSCF1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240420167293098034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2Ydx-0XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f8WVF52Ecas/s1600-h/DSCF1375a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2Ydx-0XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f8WVF52Ecas/s200/DSCF1375a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240420172849664370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the whole temple square thing then later that night my boyfriend Casey and I took her up to the Bountiful temple since she had never been there before. It was so windy up there that day, but it is on a hill, what can you expect? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm3cK_Gz4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/pXFc_zMNHD8/s1600-h/DSCF1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm3cK_Gz4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/pXFc_zMNHD8/s200/DSCF1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240421336035544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This probably wasn't allowed! But we did it anyways! (She wanted a picture with the sign!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm3cK1EdYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_wcNCIyger4/s1600-h/DSCF1411b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm3cK1EdYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_wcNCIyger4/s200/DSCF1411b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240421335993447810" 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/8607696152977134686-2364931110777511483?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/2364931110777511483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=2364931110777511483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/2364931110777511483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/2364931110777511483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/08/alex.html' title='Alex!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SLm2X9ByJdI/AAAAAAAAANw/dl-VSLTtOTQ/s72-c/DSCF1422a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-3665785003593291358</id><published>2008-08-12T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:07:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubing</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago my friends has the bright idea that we should go tubing down Provo Canyon River. Sure sounds like fun, except the fact I don't like water. But I am trying to be a bigger person and do more daring things, so I finally agreed to it. It was such a long day and everything seemed to go wrong. The best part of the day was when we got all the way up the canyon we realized they were charging a lot to be able to rent tubs, so back down the canyon we went to buy tubes. Little did we realize that after we bought the tubes had them filled they would not fit in the car with us. So we had to get creative on how we were going to get the tubes up the canyon. We got loaded into the car, and I think the pictures are going to be a little self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4rdW0byI/AAAAAAAAAMM/X3rGpWRezbE/s1600-h/DSCF1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4rdW0byI/AAAAAAAAAMM/X3rGpWRezbE/s200/DSCF1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233737667479629602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4rnqrTPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SO8CGz7uwPc/s1600-h/DSCF1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4rnqrTPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SO8CGz7uwPc/s200/DSCF1374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233737670247271666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4r2NMIYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xzzm50iqN5o/s1600-h/DSCF1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4r2NMIYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xzzm50iqN5o/s200/DSCF1375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233737674150125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4sJuiTNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3JMmQvggDX4/s1600-h/DSCF1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4sJuiTNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3JMmQvggDX4/s200/DSCF1376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233737679390264530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4sqTekqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Z4GwNV66HQQ/s1600-h/DSCF1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4sqTekqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Z4GwNV66HQQ/s200/DSCF1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233737688135144098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4z_ojelI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WAMH6t4TLXE/s1600-h/DSCF1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4z_ojelI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WAMH6t4TLXE/s200/DSCF1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233737814119774802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt like a total redneck doing this. I couldn't see out of any of my mirrors of off to the side out the windows. It was totally insane, but a lot of fun. We finally got everything taken care of and ready and were finally in the river by 5 that afternoon. Oh I wish we would have started earlier. It was cold and wet, but worth it I think. Well not really since I hate water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH6jZQgB4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jy1FhLzmYw4/s1600-h/DSCF1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH6jZQgB4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jy1FhLzmYw4/s200/DSCF1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233739727963686786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH6sKhechI/AAAAAAAAANE/8xd_-CyrIcA/s1600-h/DSCF1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH6sKhechI/AAAAAAAAANE/8xd_-CyrIcA/s200/DSCF1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233739878627176978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long day and ended with a great place to eat. We all went to Red Robin and had dinner before heading back to Salt Lake. Such a long and exciting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH7W8BbT9I/AAAAAAAAANM/HXxJOlTCCNo/s1600-h/n612365438_1206085_6688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH7W8BbT9I/AAAAAAAAANM/HXxJOlTCCNo/s200/n612365438_1206085_6688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233740613469032402" 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/8607696152977134686-3665785003593291358?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/3665785003593291358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=3665785003593291358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3665785003593291358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3665785003593291358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/08/tubing.html' title='Tubing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH4rdW0byI/AAAAAAAAAMM/X3rGpWRezbE/s72-c/DSCF1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-6512471029376294873</id><published>2008-08-12T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:40:55.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down! One To Go!</title><content type='html'>Elder Aaron  Glen Hunt!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH1NxULYoI/AAAAAAAAAME/EKftc9mh-1I/s1600-h/Aaron9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH1NxULYoI/AAAAAAAAAME/EKftc9mh-1I/s200/Aaron9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233733858906301058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On July 18, I finally hit my one year mark since my missionary left. It has been one long year and will continue to be long, but hopefully it will seem to go by faster since I am on the downward slope. It has definitely been a productive year. He has been moved to many different places and has had to deal with different companions here and there. But in all reality it has just been a great growing and learning experience for him. I love missionaries and the wonderful things they are willing to do. Those who go out on a mission with a real intent make me so proud of them. I hope all missionaries who go out do it for the right reasons and not just because it is expected of them. It truly is a learning experience that will help them throughout their lives. Also just being home I have been changing and learning different things myself. Different things have happened and I have learned from them tremendously. But it makes me a better person doing it and I am happy to have these experiences. I don't know what will happen over the next year, but I know for sure I do not regret sending out a missionary, it has been such a great thing to have experienced.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH033uW1EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3semwlu_bcI/s1600-h/0714081044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH033uW1EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3semwlu_bcI/s200/0714081044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233733482669593666" 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/8607696152977134686-6512471029376294873?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/6512471029376294873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=6512471029376294873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6512471029376294873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6512471029376294873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-down-one-to-go.html' title='One Down! One To Go!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SKH1NxULYoI/AAAAAAAAAME/EKftc9mh-1I/s72-c/Aaron9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-3196608010883318112</id><published>2008-07-03T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:13:47.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Summer Time!</title><content type='html'>There is weekly grilling going on with the family I have up here in Utah. We get together with our friends and family at least once a week sometimes more. They get thrown together at the last minute, but we have a lot of fun. Everyone does different things. Jim is usally the one at the grill, and he does a fabulous job cooking anything and everything we throw on to the grill for him to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iRzGZPfI/AAAAAAAAALM/65CX9vfK_bE/s1600-h/DSCF1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iRzGZPfI/AAAAAAAAALM/65CX9vfK_bE/s200/DSCF1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005969850777074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knoah sits and waits while Uncle Jim finishes cooking dinner for him and everyone else. Oh what am I saying, he is only waiting for himself. He is a hungry boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2jH-oM_UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rb7MzIg_T9g/s1600-h/DSCF1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2jH-oM_UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rb7MzIg_T9g/s200/DSCF1224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219006900658306370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also we take care of the yard with planting flowers and weeding. This week Carla and Michael did a fabulous job while Aunt Pam stood around and observed to make sure her flowers were being planted right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iSogvkfI/AAAAAAAAALU/ghR2qiFtRg0/s1600-h/DSCF1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iSogvkfI/AAAAAAAAALU/ghR2qiFtRg0/s200/DSCF1219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005984188371442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iS9ANg3I/AAAAAAAAALc/MyoQzWymAJw/s1600-h/DSCF1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iS9ANg3I/AAAAAAAAALc/MyoQzWymAJw/s200/DSCF1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005989689066354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iTcmOaOI/AAAAAAAAALk/1QE7fLMjrmM/s1600-h/DSCF1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iTcmOaOI/AAAAAAAAALk/1QE7fLMjrmM/s200/DSCF1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005998170007778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also like to turn on the hose for the little kids to play in and often times the adults end up in a water fight as well. I am usually the most wet because the kids like to side with their parents and attack me. Lilly just likes to show off for the camera any chance she gets. Her and her constantly dirty face just love to smile and cause trouble any chance she gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iThix7rI/AAAAAAAAALs/deED-bD-YxU/s1600-h/DSCF1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iThix7rI/AAAAAAAAALs/deED-bD-YxU/s200/DSCF1227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219005999497735858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love the summer time and all the different get togethers it brings. It is always a blast no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-3196608010883318112?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/3196608010883318112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=3196608010883318112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3196608010883318112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3196608010883318112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-ol-summer-time.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Summer Time!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2iRzGZPfI/AAAAAAAAALM/65CX9vfK_bE/s72-c/DSCF1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-8898564630617289464</id><published>2008-07-03T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:54:23.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bHlQsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N-IlVUZjKaw/s1600-h/DSCF1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW! I got to experience the coolest thing the other night. At least it was the coolest thing to me. I got to see kittens come into this world. It took a long time, but in the end it was cool to have this experience. There were some complications during the birth though. The first kitten was having a hard time coming out, but that makes sense since this was the mothers first time having kittens, so she wasn't even fully aware of what was going on. And its not like she is a person who you can communicate with, but she did seem to understand we were trying to help her and were going to be there to comfort her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bHlQsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N-IlVUZjKaw/s1600-h/DSCF1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bHlQsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N-IlVUZjKaw/s200/DSCF1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998097755787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bH2yWFvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bzCSaPfJyYs/s1600-h/DSCF1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bH2yWFvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bzCSaPfJyYs/s200/DSCF1231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998102460339954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first kitten that had a little bit of trouble. Carla actually had to help pull it out every time the cat would have a contraction. But it turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bIBTMPkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Iaj9bZTpxRk/s1600-h/DSCF1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bIBTMPkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Iaj9bZTpxRk/s200/DSCF1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998105282461250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second black kitten I had to help pull out because it was having troubles like the first. But strangly enough the second and fourth kittens had not trouble coming out at all. It was a late night, but it was such a cool thing to be there for and to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bIu9rOKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yX2nu0sMXHM/s1600-h/DSCF1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bIu9rOKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yX2nu0sMXHM/s200/DSCF1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998117540247714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all of them the next morning. They are so darling! But there is no way I would let one of them live in my house with me. :) I just don't like cats all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bJFgBLDI/AAAAAAAAALE/cGe-H6AKnSY/s1600-h/DSCF1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bJFgBLDI/AAAAAAAAALE/cGe-H6AKnSY/s200/DSCF1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998123589872690" 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/8607696152977134686-8898564630617289464?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/8898564630617289464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=8898564630617289464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8898564630617289464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8898564630617289464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-life.html' title='New Life!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SG2bHlQsUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N-IlVUZjKaw/s72-c/DSCF1230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-1375657746623974739</id><published>2008-06-25T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:49:38.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah's Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>I love hanging out with my family especially when we go out and do fun things. This is the second time we have gone to the zoo, and I had a blast. At least this time my camera was working so I was able to get pictures. There are so many different animals and it is just such a blast.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFT6-1pJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wpMbZU-A46U/s1600-h/DSCF1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFT6-1pJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wpMbZU-A46U/s200/DSCF1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215948264489460882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A globe that is sitting in water that you can roll around. So many people have a blast playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFUBFrwFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/b0-dsURat9c/s1600-h/DSCF1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFUBFrwFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/b0-dsURat9c/s200/DSCF1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215948266128785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Mya's first time at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFUqs8k9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/poHulF6RM4o/s1600-h/DSCF1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFUqs8k9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/poHulF6RM4o/s200/DSCF1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215948277299319762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFVSrJcqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/35ozsDFG_4U/s1600-h/DSCF1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFVSrJcqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/35ozsDFG_4U/s200/DSCF1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215948288029192866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFV90VtYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RT5P1JphiC0/s1600-h/DSCF1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFV90VtYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RT5P1JphiC0/s200/DSCF1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215948299610469762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the zoo is a blast and you should go every once in a while whenever possible. It is also a great thing to do with the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-1375657746623974739?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/1375657746623974739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=1375657746623974739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/1375657746623974739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/1375657746623974739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/06/utahs-hogle-zoo.html' title='Utah&apos;s Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SGLFT6-1pJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wpMbZU-A46U/s72-c/DSCF1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-8698190700913413187</id><published>2008-06-13T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:27:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>I finally got my GPS! It is so exciting to have a new toy! Guys always have toys they go out and buy, I finally decided I wanted one as well. I found a really great deal and paid $200 less than it was normally sold for. It comes with hands free capabilities so I can have phone calls and not have to hold my phone to my head while I drive. It is very true I don't really need one in Salt Lake, but hey, I want one when I want to go out of town to go visit family members in other towns where I don't know exactly how to get there. :) So I am way happy for this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLloTUzDEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KEi5eI0mF88/s1600-h/0075375905448_500X500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLloTUzDEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KEi5eI0mF88/s320/0075375905448_500X500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480199366118466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLlsJndAeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uDwFoEvUW9w/s1600-h/0075375905448_AV1_500X500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLlsJndAeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uDwFoEvUW9w/s320/0075375905448_AV1_500X500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480265479487970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLlu8ip_eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dVn5iKBoijs/s1600-h/0075375905448_AV_500X500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLlu8ip_eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dVn5iKBoijs/s320/0075375905448_AV_500X500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211480313509314018" 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/8607696152977134686-8698190700913413187?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/8698190700913413187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=8698190700913413187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8698190700913413187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8698190700913413187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLloTUzDEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KEi5eI0mF88/s72-c/0075375905448_500X500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-1211442887593278224</id><published>2008-06-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:09:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconino High School Class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLgFtPIFuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9Og9nwyWq44/s1600-h/panther.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLgFtPIFuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9Og9nwyWq44/s320/panther.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211474107468093154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Class of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coconino High School Class of 2008 marked the 40 class to graduate from Coconino High School! It was a blast to go see my friends graduate. I had a good number of friends graduating this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconino High School Alma Mater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All hail Coconino, all hail to our school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May your greatness never die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Memory of years we've spent with you we hold so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we sing Coconino High School, cherished Alma Mater dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How we will think of your glory, lasting still throughout the years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All hail, Coconino, all hail to our school, and forever may you stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever, all hail! Forever Coconino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Nicole Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLZwEnn6xI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RDgNdamDPWw/s1600-h/DSCF1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLZwEnn6xI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RDgNdamDPWw/s200/DSCF1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211467138717969170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dean Allen I Love this Guy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLagKtsQOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WvXsunTNQEQ/s1600-h/DSCF1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLagKtsQOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WvXsunTNQEQ/s200/DSCF1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211467964987752674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLaowwxwuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wgQno8ABJpQ/s1600-h/DSCF1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLaowwxwuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wgQno8ABJpQ/s200/DSCF1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211468112640197346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea Lynn Tilly and Brittney Lynn Robertson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLbK6qUAGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tggj7vJ5zb0/s1600-h/DSCF1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLbK6qUAGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tggj7vJ5zb0/s200/DSCF1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211468699412988002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephen Jacob Tabako&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLbzYGvqGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i4PFXfNyemo/s1600-h/DSCF1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLbzYGvqGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i4PFXfNyemo/s200/DSCF1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211469394511636578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeffery Ryan Watson&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLberdneRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8AaK3hyhJrQ/s1600-h/DSCF1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLberdneRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8AaK3hyhJrQ/s200/DSCF1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211469038930589970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when I can go back home and have a blast with some of my old friends, and make new friends also while I am there. I got to hang out with Tyler and Stephen a lot along with Laurie, and hanging out at the high school the last few days it was in session. I got to have a little break which was much needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-1211442887593278224?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/1211442887593278224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=1211442887593278224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/1211442887593278224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/1211442887593278224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/06/coconino-high-school-class-of-2008.html' title='Coconino High School Class of 2008'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SFLgFtPIFuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9Og9nwyWq44/s72-c/panther.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-4864151220024526808</id><published>2008-05-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:48:16.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while since I have been able to write on my blog. My computer has been out of service since my computer cord broke. But now I am back and I have lots of random things that have been going on. I finally was able to move out of where I was at and I now live with my cousin Steven. It is such a blast to live here. We have some good times staying up late playing games on the weekends and just hanging out. Its kinda nice to have a friend around since all of my other friends went home for the summer. It sucks to not just have people around to go hang out with all the time. I do have one friend from work who I hang out with every once in a while. We just hang out at his frat house and play with the Wii! Which I must say isn't very much fun since I have never been big on video games in the first place. lol But oh well. So that is a little run down on my life as of right now. Nothing really exciting going on. But here are a few little flash backs to school and some of the things I miss doing since school has been out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2n2QHAzXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-bvVdv0DW0E/s1600-h/DSCF0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2n2QHAzXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-bvVdv0DW0E/s200/DSCF0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200997695161945458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2nmwHAzVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zZ4GaSgWk0c/s1600-h/DSCF0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2nmwHAzVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zZ4GaSgWk0c/s200/DSCF0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200997428873973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2nvAHAzWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EaRTKYN-KeU/s1600-h/DSCF0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2nvAHAzWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EaRTKYN-KeU/s200/DSCF0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200997570607893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is was about our group, we all just loved Peanut Butter. Every time I would go to Dan's dorm room, the first thing I would always do was take his Peanut Butter. So finally one day I decided to buy my own, I had it less than a day and one of the guys had stolen it. The last place I knew it was was Jake and Josh's room, even though Jake denies stealing it, but all the other guys say he took it out of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2ozwHAzYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e1CxcLhP1oA/s1600-h/DSCF0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2ozwHAzYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e1CxcLhP1oA/s200/DSCF0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200998751723900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the guys who left for the summer, Dan is the one I miss the most. We were just great friends and I could talk to him about almost anything. At least he didn't move to far. He is just living in Provo, but he wont be moving back here after the summer. He is going to just stay in Provo and work till he leaves on his mission when ever that might be. He doesn't turn 19 till November. But it still sucks that I have to go to Provo when ever I want to hang out with him. But at least we still have our facebook, messenger and texting to communicate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be my new love, I want one so bad, but that is going to have to wait, because my next big purchase I want a GPS. I know you all are wondering why I would want one or even need one. I think they are great things and they really do help you to find places. And I like them when you are on long road trips, and I wont go to see Jennifer ever if I don't have one. So I guess I need to start saving up for one since I want to go and visit Jennifer at least by the end of summer when I am all finished with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love skateboarding and I don't know why. I am not even good at it, I just think it is fun to ride on them. I keep getting told by different people that if I am going to get a skateboard I really should get a longboard, but the thing is I don't think they are as much fun as skateboarding. I don't think there is as much challenge with a longboard, but who knows what I will finally decided to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qNwHAzZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eFPmJRo2sIY/s1600-h/DSCF0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qNwHAzZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eFPmJRo2sIY/s200/DSCF0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201000297912126866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan doing a few jumps off the steps!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qmwHAzcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GrceCvqBJUk/s1600-h/DSCF1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qmwHAzcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GrceCvqBJUk/s200/DSCF1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201000727408856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim showing off his new board.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qZAHAzaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/If9fSzyRV4g/s1600-h/DSCF1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qZAHAzaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/If9fSzyRV4g/s200/DSCF1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201000491185655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh doing some crazy stunts!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qgwHAzbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uIbPk1TKM5k/s1600-h/DSCF1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2qgwHAzbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uIbPk1TKM5k/s200/DSCF1004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201000624329641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Pretty sweet tag! But I won't say by who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is a little bit about me the last few weeks, I hopefully will be better about getting things put up here. Sorry that my blogs tend to suck but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-4864151220024526808?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/4864151220024526808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=4864151220024526808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/4864151220024526808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/4864151220024526808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SC2n2QHAzXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-bvVdv0DW0E/s72-c/DSCF0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-7790658004821696172</id><published>2008-04-14T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:53:08.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>11:30 at night I got a text from Jake telling me he was bored and wanted to go do something. I had no idea what we would do since it was so late at night, and the previous two nights Dan, Josh, and I had been kicked out of two different parks by the cops. So I didn't really want a repeat of that one. So We stopped by the guys dorms to grab Jake and we just took off driving. We really couldn't figure out what we wanted to do. So I had the brilliant idea that we should drive to Idaho or something like that. And right then Jason called me and asked what I was up to. I told him that we couldn't figure out what to do. So We drove back to the dorms, basically ambushed Jason and went into his room to figure out what we wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOE7gAS_MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/igfhtYhljbY/s1600-h/DSCF1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOE7gAS_MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/igfhtYhljbY/s200/DSCF1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137353399270594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOFHwAS_NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L8GldCjJZEQ/s1600-h/DSCF1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOFHwAS_NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L8GldCjJZEQ/s200/DSCF1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137563852668114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake thought it would be fun to go to Wendover, but that was pointless since Jason was the only one who is 21. So the next idea was to go to Wyoming, but Jason hates Wyoming, and it had been snowing like crazy there all day. Las Vegas was another choice, but are you kidding me. I had work at noon.... we would not make it there and back, plus that is so much more gas. So the next best thing was Idaho. So we stopped by Maverick gassed up and grabbed some  snacks and off we went to Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOFWgAS_OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UQalUzh3qkk/s1600-h/DSCF1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOFWgAS_OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UQalUzh3qkk/s200/DSCF1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137817255738594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so random and such a blast. We decided not to just go straight up the highway. We took a detour through Logan up to Preston Idaho. We stopped took pictures at the Logan temple and it was snowing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOGGAAS_QI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gxT-9r7gIdg/s1600-h/DSCF1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOGGAAS_QI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gxT-9r7gIdg/s200/DSCF1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189138633299524866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOF5AAS_PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/trpJZ0lL_8A/s1600-h/DSCF1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOF5AAS_PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/trpJZ0lL_8A/s200/DSCF1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189138409961225458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stopped at the signs for both the Idaho and the Utah signs. This was the first time Jessie had ever been to Idaho. No we didn't do anything in Idaho, but at least she has been there now. It is so much fun to be in a group of friends where you can just take off and drive somewhere and have a blast doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOHBwAS_SI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6-1p8oaSaxU/s1600-h/DSCF1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOHBwAS_SI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6-1p8oaSaxU/s200/DSCF1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189139659796708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOHsQAS_TI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GHclzO0VOCE/s1600-h/DSCF1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOHsQAS_TI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GHclzO0VOCE/s200/DSCF1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189140389941148978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOGnwAS_RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ocS_UBYkJHA/s1600-h/DSCF1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOGnwAS_RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ocS_UBYkJHA/s200/DSCF1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189139213120109842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and on our way back we each took pictures with Dino the Sinclare Dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOKAQAS_VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iZKBrh8NaJY/s1600-h/DSCF1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOKAQAS_VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iZKBrh8NaJY/s200/DSCF1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189142932561788242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so spontaneous what we all needed after a crazy week of finals and the stress that always comes with finals. I love my friends and how crazy we all can be some days. I love having friends like this that are willing to just go on crazy adventures. I can't wait for the fall when they are back. I am going to miss them over the summer for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-7790658004821696172?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/7790658004821696172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=7790658004821696172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7790658004821696172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/7790658004821696172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/04/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/SAOE7gAS_MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/igfhtYhljbY/s72-c/DSCF1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-6949896966757677920</id><published>2008-04-11T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:23:10.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and Move-out day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-brQW2auI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UC27JtSOgRo/s1600-h/DSCF1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-brQW2auI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UC27JtSOgRo/s200/DSCF1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188036463181589218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Why didn't I walk you might ask? Well that is what I am asking my self. Because I didn't know I could walk. But I am getting over the fact I couldn't walk with all of my friends, but luckily I am still going to be able to get my diploma the same time they do, since you know&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-i-gW2azI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QT78DzYWG4Y/s1600-h/DSCF1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-i-gW2azI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QT78DzYWG4Y/s200/DSCF1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188044490475465522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-iyQW2ayI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gCLedVPFX_U/s1600-h/DSCF1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-iyQW2ayI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gCLedVPFX_U/s200/DSCF1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188044280022068002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they just mail it to your house anyways. And if I am bored next year and feel like walking, they will allow for me too.... so who knows what the future might hold. I at least was able to get pictures with some of my better friends yesterday, so that was a good thing. It was a sad day, but a good one at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-h_QW2awI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Bq3MOTCMnJo/s1600-h/DSCF1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-h_QW2awI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Bq3MOTCMnJo/s200/DSCF1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188043403848739586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-icAW2axI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j0uT39ftii8/s1600-h/DSCF1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-icAW2axI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j0uT39ftii8/s200/DSCF1035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188043897769978642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday was move-out day for a good number of my friends, this has made me sad. Dan who I am going to miss very much moved down to Provo, so luckily he isn't to far away and I have a car. Josh is going into surgery for his knee today and will be heading back to Washington, then off to serve the Lord he will go. We don't know where yet, but I will know after he gets his papers completed next month. Tomorrow morning about 4:00AM Jessica and Jake will be heading off to  Northern California where they are from but they will be back after the summer for fall. So that will be good to see them again. But that is how life goes, school ends and people move on to bigger better things. It just sucks sometimes, but I know I will always survive, just remember to breath every morning when I wake up and everything will be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-6949896966757677920?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/6949896966757677920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=6949896966757677920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6949896966757677920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6949896966757677920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/04/graduation-and-move-out-day.html' title='Graduation and Move-out day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_-brQW2auI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UC27JtSOgRo/s72-c/DSCF1032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-8706910648256050004</id><published>2008-04-07T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:27:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;"&gt;All this week I have known something was going to happen. I just had a feeling the guys were up to no good when they would talk about things behind my back. Well Sunday morning I finally was about to watch General Conference on my computer before I headed off to sing outside temple square to drowned out the protesters. I was doing my daily e-mail checks of facebook, yahoo, gmail, and hotmail when I noticed my friend Jake had posted new pictures in an album titled "Melissa's Car Ssshhhh!!!!!!!" So I quickly opened up to find these pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6njDuDEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fg1HEdtm5Eo/s1600-h/n757779251_790653_3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186522371970698306" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6njDuDEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fg1HEdtm5Eo/s200/n757779251_790653_3447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6ODDuDCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8XngWtghYDk/s1600-h/n757779251_790691_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186521933884034082" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6ODDuDCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8XngWtghYDk/s200/n757779251_790691_1206.jpg" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6vjDuDFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1puGvDjUJmQ/s1600-h/n757779251_790686_8951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186522509409651794" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6vjDuDFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1puGvDjUJmQ/s200/n757779251_790686_8951.jpg" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6YDDuDDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LL8fZcBNvNc/s1600-h/n757779251_790662_8732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186522105682725938" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6YDDuDDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LL8fZcBNvNc/s200/n757779251_790662_8732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jacob (in the brown), Euijoon (In the white), and Dan (In the grey) were the guys behind everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought it was really funny to find my car that way. And it being General Conference lots of people saw it since the guys dorms are right across the street from the Conference Center. One lady laughed when I went and was cleaning it off. I thought the whole thing was very comical. But the guys having it coming back to them. I am way excited for pay back! I will post more pictures when that happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-8706910648256050004?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/8706910648256050004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=8706910648256050004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8706910648256050004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/8706910648256050004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/04/pranks.html' title='Pranks!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_o6njDuDEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fg1HEdtm5Eo/s72-c/n757779251_790653_3447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-2444753315870510752</id><published>2008-04-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:23:09.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_PApjDuDBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pzGZabCI8ek/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_PApjDuDBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pzGZabCI8ek/s200/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184699416051584018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only a week left in school. I am so excited, it couldn't come any faster, but the only problem is the fact that "OH NO! SCHOOL IS OUT IN A WEEK!" I have so many deadlines and papers that I need to get done. Oh dear.... I don't know how I am going to handle this. It is so stressful, but at least I know I will manage to pass my classes some how. School is such an over powering thing. I get so stressed over my classes so much, but I also stress over my social status with friends. This summer is going to suck since I am basically the only one who is still going to be in town. The closets person will be my friend Dan who is moving to Provo. That is going to be a long commute to hang out... but hopefully he gets some really cute roommates so then it will be more worth it. The last few weeks have been full of fun long nights hanging out with my friends before they all go home. Many new games have been played and things have happened no one would have thought would happen. I am so excited I have been able to make these friends and can't wait till fall for the majority of them to come back with the exception of those who will be out on their missions. I hope things work out for each one of them and I hope these are friends I can have for a long time. I love them all so much and am surprised by them daily. I freakin' love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-2444753315870510752?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/2444753315870510752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=2444753315870510752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/2444753315870510752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/2444753315870510752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/04/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R_PApjDuDBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pzGZabCI8ek/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-3520995331354953779</id><published>2008-03-15T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:29:35.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Formal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xoIL-3dFI/AAAAAAAAADA/UMZvNcUcqNI/s1600-h/DSCF0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xoIL-3dFI/AAAAAAAAADA/UMZvNcUcqNI/s200/DSCF0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178128161433941074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is only the second dance I have gone to at this school. I had a blast though. I got to go with my roommate and met up with my date later at the dance. It was so much fun to go dress up and dance the night away. I had a good time with my date from Korea. It is hard to pronounce his name, so everyone just calls him Asian or Jason. After the dance we went out to eat at Denny's and it was a blast to just hang out with friends and have a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xoVr-3dGI/AAAAAAAAADI/AGmYoSCt6Bo/s1600-h/DSCF0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xoVr-3dGI/AAAAAAAAADI/AGmYoSCt6Bo/s200/DSCF0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178128393362175074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got home way late, but it was so worth it. After dinner we raced Daniel back to the dorms and we won even though we had to completely detour two blocks the wrong direction. He was so sure he was going to win. This was such a great date even though it was basically spur of the moment, I had a fabulous time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xpBr-3dII/AAAAAAAAADY/iWrvbHNcokQ/s1600-h/DSCF0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xpBr-3dII/AAAAAAAAADY/iWrvbHNcokQ/s200/DSCF0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178129149276419202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-3520995331354953779?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/3520995331354953779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=3520995331354953779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3520995331354953779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3520995331354953779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-formal.html' title='Spring Formal'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9xoIL-3dFI/AAAAAAAAADA/UMZvNcUcqNI/s72-c/DSCF0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-3710037263533000952</id><published>2008-03-13T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:24:51.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9k1Nr-3dEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xblFAnqujdM/s1600-h/Listen+Up.jpg"&gt;Click to see a better view to read. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9k1Nr-3dEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xblFAnqujdM/s400/Listen+Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177227755900073026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know why this topic bothers me so much, but ya know you came to our country you should be able to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; when you are here. Why should we have to do every thing you want, but when we go somewhere else we are out of luck when we can't speak you language. So I think we all need to just stand our ground and make them speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-3710037263533000952?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/3710037263533000952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=3710037263533000952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3710037263533000952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/3710037263533000952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/03/speak-english.html' title='Speak English'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9k1Nr-3dEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xblFAnqujdM/s72-c/Listen+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-5593520749113936387</id><published>2008-03-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:25:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE8L-3dBI/AAAAAAAAACk/28ejtAob4BY/s1600-h/DSCF0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE8L-3dBI/AAAAAAAAACk/28ejtAob4BY/s200/DSCF0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541359996630034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saturday night I went out on a date with one of my friends, and that is all he is. There were a total of four of us who went on this date. But this was not a normal date by any means. It was me and my date plus two other guys, one of which who was married. It was a blast. It was the Utah Jazz vs the Denver Nuggets. The Jazz won 132 to 105. It was a very exciting game. After the game we went and walked around the Gateway for a little while before we went and got some signatures from the players as they were driving out of the Energy Solutions Arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE9b-3dCI/AAAAAAAAACs/uij7Q_HeXKY/s1600-h/DSCF0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE9b-3dCI/AAAAAAAAACs/uij7Q_HeXKY/s200/DSCF0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541381471466530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; It was s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o exciting to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; to actually be that close to professional basketball players. We messed around taking pictures and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;s exciting, but it was only a good date since the other two guys were there. But hey you can't win them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE7L-3c_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Ja8_oEyv4gY/s1600-h/DSCF0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE7L-3c_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Ja8_oEyv4gY/s200/DSCF0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541342816760818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE7r-3dAI/AAAAAAAAACc/QobVJvkbcQ0/s1600-h/DSCF0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE7r-3dAI/AAAAAAAAACc/QobVJvkbcQ0/s200/DSCF0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541351406695426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-5593520749113936387?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/5593520749113936387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=5593520749113936387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/5593520749113936387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/5593520749113936387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-date.html' title='Saturday Date'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9bE8L-3dBI/AAAAAAAAACk/28ejtAob4BY/s72-c/DSCF0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-6094276483674246272</id><published>2008-03-10T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:51:37.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:100%;"  &gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:100%;"  &gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…Slower is better…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then no, you can't be friends! A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…Don't settle…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is YOU.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behavior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…Change comes from within…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…All men are NOT dogs…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two way street. You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of&lt;br /&gt;two WHOLE individuals...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him, he takes it for granted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others. And my Personal favorite Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogcontent"  style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;~They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them,&lt;br /&gt;a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-6094276483674246272?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/6094276483674246272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=6094276483674246272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6094276483674246272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6094276483674246272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/03/men.html' title='Men!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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-8607696152977134686.post-2240762502657159117</id><published>2008-03-06T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:50:53.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9BQXv365UI/AAAAAAAAACM/VOjFd0uib8A/s1600-h/save+paper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9BQXv365UI/AAAAAAAAACM/VOjFd0uib8A/s200/save+paper.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174724340766926146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Guys count as animals right? Ok... I had a long speak about how much I hate this one guy right now, but I decided that is probably not the best place to say that stuff.... but I am basically just hurt right now with the choices some people have made and the things they have said. It just doesn't make sense to make someone think one thing and turn around and make another choice that is the complete opposite. I am just hurt inside and just want to go work out. I think tonight I might go for a run, but the last time I did that I regretted it afterwards... but who knows... maybe after a while I will get use to running and it wont hurt so bad any more. I just need something to let the hurt and aggression out right now. So now that I am done talking about complete nonsense. Which I am sure you all will be happy for.... so I will catch you on the flip side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8607696152977134686-2240762502657159117?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/2240762502657159117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=2240762502657159117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/2240762502657159117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/2240762502657159117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/03/guys.html' title='Guys!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R9BQXv365UI/AAAAAAAAACM/VOjFd0uib8A/s72-c/save+paper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8607696152977134686.post-6051421525336780995</id><published>2008-02-23T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:26:17.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8DzQrkBgaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n_keBVByig4/s1600-h/DSCN0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8DzQrkBgaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n_keBVByig4/s200/DSCN0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170399840118604194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;    Well this is something I didn't think that I would be getting into. Not sure how well it is going to work, but I am going to give it my best shot with this whole Blog thing. Things are going good in my life right now... well at least for the most part. I am just working and going to school for the majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8DzkLkBgcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_VyqjFxt_Ms/s1600-h/Aaron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8DzkLkBgcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_VyqjFxt_Ms/s200/Aaron.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170400175126053314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I do have more time this semester than I did last to be able to hang out with friends which has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; been a blast. I am doing much better with getting along without my missionary around. He has been gone for the last 7 months now and I miss him a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I do try and date, which if you ask my mom I have a new guy every week. Its not like I am dating any of them, just I hang out with a new one every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; week just to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;t type of guy I really like the most... or that is just the story I am going to stick with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8D04LkBgdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DwkY78dwEpU/s1600-h/DSCF0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8D04LkBgdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DwkY78dwEpU/s200/DSCF0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170401618235064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;About half way through January I moved in with my friend Mary and we have been having a blast living together. I finally started to unpack the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;rest of my boxes and get a little more organized today. Figured I might as well do it since I have been here a month already. My roommate and I do a lot together and it has been a blast. We also spend a lot of time down at the guys dorms just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;hanging out with them and of course getting into trouble. HA HA well not trouble, but driving the RA crazy. It is a blast. Well this is a lame post, but oh well I don't know what I am doing so it works out great for me. I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ope you all are having a wonderful day. I will catch ya on the flip side.&lt;/span&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/8607696152977134686-6051421525336780995?l=melissahancock512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/feeds/6051421525336780995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8607696152977134686&amp;postID=6051421525336780995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6051421525336780995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8607696152977134686/posts/default/6051421525336780995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissahancock512.blogspot.com/2008/02/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12682697654051595916</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/_YgUxewNMd4s/R8DzQrkBgaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n_keBVByig4/s72-c/DSCN0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
