<?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-1432674275045792314</id><updated>2011-11-23T13:33:47.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is better Blonde</title><subtitle type='html'>tales of a college student.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8105552333830739902</id><published>2011-07-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:22:05.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for hillbill.</title><content type='html'>tonight my final paper is due for my writing class...&lt;br /&gt;after that I am pretty much done with major assignments&lt;br /&gt;so I vow to resume &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; just for you,&lt;br /&gt;because I honestly think you are the only one who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-8105552333830739902?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8105552333830739902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8105552333830739902&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8105552333830739902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8105552333830739902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-hillbill.html' title='for hillbill.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7242536327858713338</id><published>2011-06-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:08:41.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; agree to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give a talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teach gospel doctrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and greet in relief society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all on the same Sunday&lt;br /&gt;ever again.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;promise those updates are coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-7242536327858713338?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7242536327858713338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7242536327858713338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7242536327858713338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7242536327858713338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-to-self.html' title='note to self.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-239853835593943913</id><published>2011-06-01T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:16:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>yet again I have neglected my blog.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a crazy semester.&lt;br /&gt;but I want it to over with soooo badly.&lt;br /&gt;i PROMISE to update within the week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-239853835593943913?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/239853835593943913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=239853835593943913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/239853835593943913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/239853835593943913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/06/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4990804778676405427</id><published>2011-03-27T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:35:07.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tahoe and snowwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My poor blog, I'm sure, feels neglected all of the time. Every night before I go to bed I write myself a "to do" list for the next day. More often that not I find myself repeatedly writing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"remember to blog"&lt;/span&gt; on that list. Today I am finally going to be able to cross it off of that to do list, yeah! So onto to what I am really on here to write about... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tahoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2fsRGBflPA/TYHGOzDL43I/AAAAAAAABrE/-v-oW30Nz2M/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962970440164210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2fsRGBflPA/TYHGOzDL43I/AAAAAAAABrE/-v-oW30Nz2M/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it a gorgeous place? This is at the base of the gondola up to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heavenly Ski Resort&lt;/span&gt; and yes that is my timeshare directly to the right of it... so convenient! Tahoe is my favorite annual family vacation that we take, mostly because the Gauthier's have the same week there with us and also because I love to ski!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually because California doesn't like to keep winter around for too long the snow is melted by min-February when we get there. Not this year! We had plenty of fresh powder which made for superb skiing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, Dad, Ab and I arrived late Saturday afternoon all geared up for an enjoyable week. Kylie flew in from Utah shortly after and the fam bam was reunited once again. Sunday we hit the slopes. One word... Pain. Dad had forgotten to pack our ski boots... seriously? How does that happen? Anyways because of his brain fart in the packing department we had to rent crap boots for Sunday skiing. Normally these boots would be fine but... I have massive calves &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[thanks to the genes I inherited from my mother]&lt;/span&gt; and unless I have on my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ooooo these feel like butter on my feet" boots&lt;/span&gt;, I can not bear to ski more than an hour and I went five on Sunday. Other than the pain it was a beautiful day on the slopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962967751156322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mt48D8n_CHA/TYHGOpCE4mI/AAAAAAAABq8/JNnB1OzRz2w/s400/18.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ky Dad and I were run buddies. That is until my legs gave out and I had to retire for the day. I am so out of shape... which is a reminder to me to hit the gym before summer time!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962796176774146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MaxABDb81Qo/TYHGEp3jlAI/AAAAAAAABqk/Ax_TvCzQ9g4/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the kiddos in heaven at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962786259430338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkuuQR3v-Ik/TYHGEE7E68I/AAAAAAAABqU/7Oi41ft7X34/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;Ky and I at the top on the Nevada side at Heavenly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Lake Tahoe in the background]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962441975940258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iK0ie7LiBQ/TYHFwCXfxKI/AAAAAAAABps/DIv7HcVYW30/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Papa and I in the newly constructed lodge at Heavenly... gorgeous, but they way overpriced the food to pay for it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962446947088850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhCBD0amNco/TYHFwU4tedI/AAAAAAAABp8/J8G3h9L3gOU/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday night the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stiles &lt;/span&gt;drove up after church [with our forgotten boots, thank you!] to spend the weekend with us! We hit the slopes hard the next morning and again the snow was in prime condition for our skis, or in Jessica's case snowboard.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_9RMK4GTrM/TYHGETHzKhI/AAAAAAAABqc/Zldd3g_YcVY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962790070888978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_9RMK4GTrM/TYHGETHzKhI/AAAAAAAABqc/Zldd3g_YcVY/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our one fam bam shot that everyone groaned at me for wanting to take...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962449563274322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwtfjHM2CE/TYHFweodTFI/AAAAAAAABp0/8CnG_8VLuL4/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love me some Jocelyn. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmKZdj9v1WE/TYHFwpAERpI/AAAAAAAABqE/kmY19lPbK4M/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962452346652306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmKZdj9v1WE/TYHFwpAERpI/AAAAAAAABqE/kmY19lPbK4M/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We skied one more time on Wednesday but were not able to on Friday because of high winds and snow fall. The rest of the week was spend ice skating, playing in the snow, sledding, hot tubing, card games, movies, and tons of eating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of all I loved spending time with this little munchkin...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or should I say giant haha!&lt;/span&gt; I am sure going to miss hanging out with her everyday when I go back to school in a few weeks. We always have so much fun together and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laughing never ceases&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rweWapUYAXo/TYHGFSjLqkI/AAAAAAAABq0/5oGy8NNKNzM/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962807097174594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rweWapUYAXo/TYHGFSjLqkI/AAAAAAAABq0/5oGy8NNKNzM/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this one...Mini Me! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584962802758500562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMrnXyoPCAQ/TYHGFCYwwNI/AAAAAAAABqs/J9fVUb0sQpM/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;Sad to have left but happy to have the memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until next year Tahoe...&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/1432674275045792314-4990804778676405427?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4990804778676405427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4990804778676405427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4990804778676405427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4990804778676405427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/03/tahoe-and-snowwww.html' title='tahoe and snowwww'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2fsRGBflPA/TYHGOzDL43I/AAAAAAAABrE/-v-oW30Nz2M/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-130840766329154638</id><published>2011-03-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:41:37.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this morning I woke up and realized that I kind of hate my life right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I will blog later today to try and rekindle the flame between me and my situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll see if that works but now time for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-130840766329154638?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/130840766329154638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=130840766329154638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/130840766329154638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/130840766329154638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/03/ughhhhh.html' title='ughhhhh.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5208964767819732020</id><published>2011-02-18T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:30:20.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>carbs. carbs. carbs. yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am not going to lie... I am an amazing cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mostly because I can follow a recipe to a T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I was lacking a Valentine this year, I was craving all sorts of food &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[well, I guess I do that everyday]...&lt;/span&gt; But mostly craving Italian and my all time favorites, sun dried tomato pasta and chicken Parmesan! So I made a Valentine's dinner for the whole family plus Nanny and Pop and our friends Roger and Liliane Gondelmann who came this week to visit us all the way from France!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was probably one of my favorite dinners I have cooked in a long time so I had seconds and thirds... skipped the chocolate and went for the carbs this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[where did my neck go?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq9Fy8SrQMY/TV5PeMsDIGI/AAAAAAAABpk/Dg20giIswGQ/s1600/valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574980768951902306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq9Fy8SrQMY/TV5PeMsDIGI/AAAAAAAABpk/Dg20giIswGQ/s400/valentines.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are my recipes&lt;/span&gt; if you would like to make this too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's seriously to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTHYuPk6OXU/TV5PdzD8q4I/AAAAAAAABpc/BnYNw9WMtv4/s1600/pasta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574980762072820610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTHYuPk6OXU/TV5PdzD8q4I/AAAAAAAABpc/BnYNw9WMtv4/s400/pasta2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Baked Chicken Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Serves 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6 chicken breast halves or 10 chicken tenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/4 cup milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 cup seasoned bread crumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 cup finely grated Parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;spaghetti sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mozzarella cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prepare by cracking eggs into large bowl or pan and mixing with milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in another bowl or pan mixing bread crumbs and Parm. cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dip chicken in egg-milk mixture and then into the bread crumb-cheese mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lay flat on a baking sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bake for 15-30 min. depending on chicken size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Five min. before taking out of oven spoon spaghetti sauce on top of each chicken piece and then add Mozzarella cheese on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bake for another five min. or until cheese is melted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serve and Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574980760056216530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2UULbTc8dIM/TV5PdrjJu9I/AAAAAAAABpU/9JMOv5gCeqM/s400/pasta.jpg" /&gt;Penne with Sun-Dried Tomato Cream Sauce &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Serves 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion , chopped fine&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes , rinsed, patted dry, and minced&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 1/2 ounces) diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ziti or penne&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;Ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring 4 quarts water to boil in large pot.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, melt butter in large skillet over medium heat.&lt;br /&gt;Cook onion until soft and lightly browned, about 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in garlic and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in sun-dried tomatoes, diced tomatoes, and cream.&lt;br /&gt;Increase heat to medium-high and simmer until slightly thickened, about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Add 1 tablespoon salt and pasta to boiling water and cook until al dente.&lt;br /&gt;Drain pasta, and return to pot.&lt;br /&gt;Add sauce and basil to pot and toss to combine&lt;br /&gt;Season with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Serve and Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5208964767819732020?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5208964767819732020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5208964767819732020&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5208964767819732020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5208964767819732020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/02/carbs-carbs-carbs-yum.html' title='carbs. carbs. carbs. yum!'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq9Fy8SrQMY/TV5PeMsDIGI/AAAAAAAABpk/Dg20giIswGQ/s72-c/valentines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6039835719119752518</id><published>2011-02-14T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:11:15.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt; once again on the big day of love... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shoot me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like Daddy has Mom... and his three girls to buy chocolates for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not kidding I have had seven friends in the past three weeks get engaged, seven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If that's not pathetic then I don't know what is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is pretty much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all I do&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3-GNKe8Tg/TVkBHabE4yI/AAAAAAAABpM/dObb0VRwY1U/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573487240711299874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3-GNKe8Tg/TVkBHabE4yI/AAAAAAAABpM/dObb0VRwY1U/s400/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my empty ring finger, whatever though I'm kind of a fan of being alone until that perfect person comes along to sweep me off my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Future Husband and Valentine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you have a wonderful day of love because I will be hating it without you. I hope the only person you kiss today is your mom and you think of me often. Because whoever you are, you are always on my mind and I am constantly striving to be better, just for you.  I will wait for you as long as you need me too... but we're not getting any younger here. Hope to see you sometime in the next few Valentine's days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love, Your Future Wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight Blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promise to fill you with pictures very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Less than a week&lt;/span&gt; and I will be in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tahoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loving the snow&lt;/span&gt; once again. :)&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/1432674275045792314-6039835719119752518?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6039835719119752518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6039835719119752518&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6039835719119752518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6039835719119752518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine.html' title='valentine.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3-GNKe8Tg/TVkBHabE4yI/AAAAAAAABpM/dObb0VRwY1U/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8988247858921782740</id><published>2011-02-02T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:08:00.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>consequences of an afternoon nap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the munches and a bad case of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was getting extremely exhausted at work this afternoon on account that I consumed NyQuil last night and that stuff messes me up for a few days. So I came home and took a nap around 4:30. The next thing I remember is waking u around 8:30 to a text from my best friend, Erin asking me if I am alive. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My naps are usually blissful&lt;/span&gt;, and mine today was. But I am always left, as I am now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;awake, bored and hungry&lt;/span&gt; in the late night hours. Boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just ate spoon full of Nutella, two spoons of Cool Whip, a piece of beef jerky, a handful of cheesits, a root beer, a pickle and a slice of bologna. I am disgusted with myself and all i want still is spinach dip with sourdough bread. I hate late night munchies and can you say random to that list of food... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ew, who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it's February already, the second to be exact and Jonny's birthday, Happy Birthday Jonny, wish I were with you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[even though you will never read this]&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways Monday... the 31st was my half birthday! Six months until my real birthday and then I am finally 21! No idea why I am so excited for that age as I don't drink, but I think it means that I am limitless! I can go anywhere I want to, even a bar... though there is no reason to. When someone checks my ID they can't tell me no and for some reason that makes me happy, and maybe a little pathetic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am very bored and a cure would be to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[just ate and prayed...wheres the love?]&lt;/span&gt;which I have rented on iTunes. It would just keep me awake until three, but hey that still gives me six hours of sleep and I thrive on six hours of sleep. Okay that just made up my mind. So off I go to watch a movie that I, opposed to most of it's viewers, actually enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. I am awaiting a lovely package from Forever21 right now and when it arrives I will have to do a picture-fashion show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now off to a meeting with my toothbrush so I don't smell like beef jerky in the morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/1432674275045792314-8988247858921782740?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8988247858921782740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8988247858921782740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8988247858921782740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8988247858921782740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/02/consequences-of-afternoon-nap.html' title='consequences of an afternoon nap.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-540076849367855860</id><published>2011-01-31T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:25:18.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick.</title><content type='html'>i hate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mondays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my hair to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt; faster.&lt;br /&gt;i am very excited for fhe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i like to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;, my dad does not like me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to work so I will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finish &lt;/span&gt;this up later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-540076849367855860?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/540076849367855860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=540076849367855860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/540076849367855860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/540076849367855860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick.html' title='quick.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7244366885560433321</id><published>2011-01-29T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:26:20.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin craftyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I work for a company that makes hair bows, headbands and everything to do with putting flowers into your wardrobe I decided this week that I would make some of my own accessories to place atop my noggin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also surprised my little sis and whipped her up a few as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who said only babies could wear these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby and my matching white daisies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUStcY75qOI/AAAAAAAABo0/930wSfzYPVw/s1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567765742578411746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUStcY75qOI/AAAAAAAABo0/930wSfzYPVw/s400/35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hippie daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUStb0D3c2I/AAAAAAAABos/IxrEXKemL2o/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567765732679709538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUStb0D3c2I/AAAAAAAABos/IxrEXKemL2o/s400/36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this one better when I put in on the collar of my blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr7YC54fI/AAAAAAAABok/Y6apmYEbVrU/s1600/P1000143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567764075892040178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr7YC54fI/AAAAAAAABok/Y6apmYEbVrU/s400/P1000143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Headbands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr7OtMinI/AAAAAAAABoc/uNu1AwPGjUM/s1600/P1000123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567764073385069170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr7OtMinI/AAAAAAAABoc/uNu1AwPGjUM/s400/P1000123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfect for fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr6ird4iI/AAAAAAAABoU/Fm1rYF66bQg/s1600/P1000142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567764061566657058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr6ird4iI/AAAAAAAABoU/Fm1rYF66bQg/s400/P1000142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one if my favorite kind to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr6ROIGfI/AAAAAAAABoM/6V3N666d3_c/s1600/P1000119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567764056880191986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr6ROIGfI/AAAAAAAABoM/6V3N666d3_c/s400/P1000119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and this one is my favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very mono-chromatic lately; white skin, white hair, white teeth, white clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSu5MQN5II/AAAAAAAABo8/ocpDXZdyrMo/s1600/P1000122.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567767336901796994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSu5MQN5II/AAAAAAAABo8/ocpDXZdyrMo/s400/P1000122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr6B4TSYI/AAAAAAAABoE/3rMqX3PM66A/s1600/P1000133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567764052762118530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUSr6B4TSYI/AAAAAAAABoE/3rMqX3PM66A/s400/P1000133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love getting crafty, especially when I reap the rewards of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-7244366885560433321?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7244366885560433321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7244366885560433321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7244366885560433321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7244366885560433321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/feelin-craftyyy.html' title='feelin craftyyy.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUStcY75qOI/AAAAAAAABo0/930wSfzYPVw/s72-c/35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2899570367098075038</id><published>2011-01-27T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:47:32.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My poor little puppy has to wear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; around his head for a week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE6sKdZzaI/AAAAAAAABn8/miCnQUGbfpM/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566795144802979234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE6sKdZzaI/AAAAAAAABn8/miCnQUGbfpM/s400/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually think it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extremely hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and laugh every time I see him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks like a vacuum when he tries to pick up his toys or bones off the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The part that I most like about the cone, is that it limits his OCD habits. Wags likes to hide under any and all furniture in our home. In the past few months his favorite place has been under my bed and dresser. I don't mind accept for when he constantly licks himself and makes the most annoying noise, scratches at the posts under my bed, doesn't listen to a word I say when he's under there, and will not come out. So yes I guess I mind it, I mind it very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OCD little Wags also this week has to take medication which makes him even more hyper than he already is so he has been a night owl with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt bad earlier because I could hear him outside my closed door whining to come in, so I let him. I pet him for a few minutes and then he jumped off my bed and started ramming his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"cone"&lt;/span&gt; into my baseboard trying to get himself under the bed, which he continually attempted to do for another five minutes. I was laughing hysterically the first two of those minutes and then of course started to get annoyed. I yelled at him several times &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"no wags"&lt;/span&gt; because I thought there was no way he was getting under there. I thought wrong, and he eventually maneuvered he and his cone under my bed right as I tried to grab him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is, at the moment, still under my bed and trying to fit his cone back out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am, at the moment, still annoyed with him and don't want to help him out... I guess we'll have to see if I come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodnight :)&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/1432674275045792314-2899570367098075038?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2899570367098075038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2899570367098075038&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2899570367098075038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2899570367098075038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/cone.html' title='the cone.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE6sKdZzaI/AAAAAAAABn8/miCnQUGbfpM/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6232762693431809198</id><published>2011-01-27T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:27:33.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"what's a week end?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have become newly addicted to a Lifetime mini-series called Downton Abbey... hence where the title for this entry came from. It's about a wealthy family set in the time of Titanic and their drama. I love it, especially because everyday they change into gorgeous elaborate gowns for dinner and are waited on hand and foot. I would kill to have been alive at that time... well as long as I had money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On to my weekend and it was a good one! Friday I worked and then went to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt; and to eat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BJ's&lt;/span&gt; with my friend &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt;, whom I also worked at Bronze body with. After dinner we went to our friend Lisa and Tino's house. Lisa is a manager at Mac and is a magician when it comes to making your face look good. We played and played and then I came home and dozed off for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday I slept in and then lounged around all day. Me, the fam bam and the Stiles went to dinner at Applebees and then I wet and hung out with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Megan and Erin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only better thing than having two best friends is having two best friends that get along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I normally hang out with Erin or I hang out with Megan, but Saturday night we all hung out together and boy, was it fun. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE1_D_py1I/AAAAAAAABn0/MzC9xEhOfSo/s1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566789971926960978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE1_D_py1I/AAAAAAAABn0/MzC9xEhOfSo/s400/32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my two bests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE1-q3lTEI/AAAAAAAABns/cxz4DjsU1Kc/s1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566789965182225474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE1-q3lTEI/AAAAAAAABns/cxz4DjsU1Kc/s400/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out to our friend Jessica's birthday party, bonfired and chatted it up. It was so much fun. I saw some friends that I hadn't seen since high school and may or may not have re-connected with a boy from long ago... and that's all I'm saying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday I was in the nursery for church and I am yet again left &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanting a baby&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how much longer I can be surrounded by baby stuff without going crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-6232762693431809198?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6232762693431809198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6232762693431809198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6232762693431809198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6232762693431809198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-week-end.html' title='&quot;what&apos;s a week end?&quot;'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE1_D_py1I/AAAAAAAABn0/MzC9xEhOfSo/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4234747603099958266</id><published>2011-01-27T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:07:14.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dust off the blades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time I worked at a tanning salon where I met the most wonderful girl named &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;. Five years later we are still good friends and her amazing sister still makes my hair beautiful and frosty. Maggie and I have joked since we met that we would go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rollerblading&lt;/span&gt; someday. Well last week our little joke actually happened. I called up Mags and told her that we had to do it or it would never happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE0GdS5GBI/AAAAAAAABnk/QjekZzyeINI/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566787899954370578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE0GdS5GBI/AAAAAAAABnk/QjekZzyeINI/s400/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much fun! And let me tell you if you want a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dang good workout&lt;/span&gt;, strap on some roller blades and go for about a mile and a half... my thighs killed me for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4234747603099958266?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4234747603099958266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4234747603099958266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4234747603099958266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4234747603099958266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/dust-off-blades.html' title='dust off the blades.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TUE0GdS5GBI/AAAAAAAABnk/QjekZzyeINI/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6597655452715709430</id><published>2011-01-18T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:28:37.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOM nom NOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can not believe that I am admitting this on my blog but... it is that time of the month for yours truly. And whenever Aunt Flow comes to town I have to have some type of chocolaty treat around to grab. Last night I, as always, was blog stalking. I was on one of my favorite food blogs, Picky Palate, when I encountered &lt;a href="http://picky-palate.com/2011/01/17/candy-bar-chocolate-chip-cookie-sandwiches/"&gt;these babys&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Candy Bar Chocolate Chip Cookie Sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;. The pictures alone made me drool and so I decided I would make them today. The recipe is on the link I posted but here are the... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 sticks softened butter&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 Cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon pure vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 Cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;10 oz bag chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;Variety of snack size candy bars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I used Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, Snickers and Kit Kat, and Twix]&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563786256691565682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaKH0xNFHI/AAAAAAAABnc/kPOgdnK4-Vs/s400/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yum YUM yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563786248376360658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaKHVytHtI/AAAAAAAABnU/-QmYwc-0zr8/s400/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chocolate heaven... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaKHbWt6oI/AAAAAAAABnM/nxV210CbQUA/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563786249869585026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaKHbWt6oI/AAAAAAAABnM/nxV210CbQUA/s400/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Betty Crocker, pardon the scrubs I am wearing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaIzXFEPiI/AAAAAAAABnE/1QvfN4iREPs/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563784805612797474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaIzXFEPiI/AAAAAAAABnE/1QvfN4iREPs/s400/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bakinggggg...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaHElBndII/AAAAAAAABm8/9NM9Gzf1icg/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563782902390944898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaHElBndII/AAAAAAAABm8/9NM9Gzf1icg/s400/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooey gooey yummy nummy. Best Cookies Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaGw5GbxyI/AAAAAAAABm0/4AU6i8UyVgQ/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563782564182476578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaGw5GbxyI/AAAAAAAABm0/4AU6i8UyVgQ/s400/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What was even better was that while I was at the store getting a few extra things I needed to create this masterpiece to satisfy my chocolate crave I found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaGXsK1UtI/AAAAAAAABms/O3-pt4iX-yQ/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563782131214537426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaGXsK1UtI/AAAAAAAABms/O3-pt4iX-yQ/s400/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy Cow... haha I was so happy I almost cried. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL MILK&lt;/span&gt; with out the lactose. Yes, I hate all things organic because they are just overpriced and a crock BUT this glorious half-gallon of Milk that is free of tummy aches was only $3.28. Not too bad I might say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now two cookies and two wonderful glasses of milk later I am very satisfied. I think I might just jump into bed just like the cow on the carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other activities occupying my time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dinner date with Dad and Abby to Chevy's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Olde Tyme with Mommy today.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Manicure from a funny little Chinese man.&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night family dates to Costco.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Migraines.&lt;br /&gt;Taking medicine for Migraines.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping all day Monday because of drowsiness from migraine medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Spending lots of quality time with the fam bam.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Pandora radio.&lt;br /&gt;Skyping with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course loving every second that I am in California and not Snow-ville :)&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/1432674275045792314-6597655452715709430?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6597655452715709430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6597655452715709430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6597655452715709430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6597655452715709430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/nom-nom-nom.html' title='NOM nom NOM.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTaKH0xNFHI/AAAAAAAABnc/kPOgdnK4-Vs/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1716437774531839563</id><published>2011-01-14T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:08:49.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working girlllll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first week of work is done, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my job&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a personal assistant to the one and only Penny Godwin, co-owner of &lt;a href="http://www.pinkbowtique.com/"&gt;Pinkbowtique.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562273216456702018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTEqBSqSOEI/AAAAAAAABmk/pllMlIqUlrg/s400/proof3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have a daughter, niece, granddaughter, any little girl in your life... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buy her a hair bow&lt;/span&gt;. Penny and Nancy's business makes some of the most beautiful hair pieces I have ever seen and yes I own many of them. I am so happy to be working for them and I seriously LOVE my job. I'll love it even more when I get a fat pay check &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/1432674275045792314-1716437774531839563?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1716437774531839563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1716437774531839563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1716437774531839563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1716437774531839563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-girlllll.html' title='working girlllll.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTEqBSqSOEI/AAAAAAAABmk/pllMlIqUlrg/s72-c/proof3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2036979494338024155</id><published>2011-01-14T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:22:07.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saddest news ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am officially &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[sick tummy for about a month]&lt;/span&gt; allergic to this wonderful beverage that I like up drink daily and is in almost all food that I love. It's impossible for me to not consume it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562136564676851586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTCtvHHGd4I/AAAAAAAABmc/zjDqCOfNvNI/s400/Milk_jugs_in_a_row.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet mother has been lactose intolerant ever since she was a young buck. I inherited this from her. I was not happy when last semester I would get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;terrible stomach pains&lt;/span&gt; when I would have a glass of milk. I may or may not have cried when I found out milk makes me sick. I love milk, I mean I wasn't nicknamed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Macy Moo&lt;/span&gt; when I was a kiddo for just any reason. I did grow up surrounded by dairies and cows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways sad fact, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never drink a full glass of milk ever again.&lt;/span&gt; I just about died last week when I did and I never want to go through that again. So while you are sipping on some milk, eating cheese, munching on ice cream, slurping yogurt, or spreading butter just think of sad little me who has to take a pill every time I want to touch any of those things. Very annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/1432674275045792314-2036979494338024155?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2036979494338024155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2036979494338024155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2036979494338024155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2036979494338024155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/saddest-news-ever.html' title='saddest news ever.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTCtvHHGd4I/AAAAAAAABmc/zjDqCOfNvNI/s72-c/Milk_jugs_in_a_row.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5206609889890504557</id><published>2011-01-14T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T04:09:56.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Years&lt;/span&gt; with one of my best friends, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Courtney.&lt;/span&gt; I drove down to Laguna Beach on the 29th of December ready for a few days of absolute fun. I made it there in 4 hours and 52 minutes, record to date. Once I arrived Courtney and I went and got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cafe Rio&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and then called it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December 30th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knott's Berry Farm&lt;/span&gt; amusement park... not very amusing. We had lots of fun, but everyone and their mom was at the park that day. We were there a total of about six hours and rode a total of two rides and in my book that counts as pathetic. All in all those two rides were a rush and we ate some great food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dined at Pink's, a famous diner right outside Knotts. Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3Blx2OvI/AAAAAAAABmU/5KCcGOIisyg/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562006040263146226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3Blx2OvI/AAAAAAAABmU/5KCcGOIisyg/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Court and I dressed up like tourists, looks on our faces and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3BdKawZI/AAAAAAAABmM/vG7Jw7oW_iQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562006037950284178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3BdKawZI/AAAAAAAABmM/vG7Jw7oW_iQ/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken after two hours of waiting in line... finally almost there. Well not for the front row, which we waited another thirty minutes for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3BBzQ3EI/AAAAAAAABmE/VYmqpMLvVVY/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562006030605409346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3BBzQ3EI/AAAAAAAABmE/VYmqpMLvVVY/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December 31st:&lt;/span&gt; NewYearsEve! Court and I spent the day lounging and then met up with Gina at the Irvine Spectrum for shopping and dinner. We went back to Court's house and got ready for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fire and Ice Singles dance&lt;/span&gt;. We picked up Katy and drove to the warehouse where it was located. It was so much fun! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We danced away 2010 and kissed in 2011.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad I dont remember the guys name, but he was sure hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3A4iSh7I/AAAAAAAABl8/aMjphRud1dg/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562006028118296498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3A4iSh7I/AAAAAAAABl8/aMjphRud1dg/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;January 1st:&lt;/span&gt; Great way to start off the new year, with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Venice Beach&lt;/span&gt;. And it just happens to be my favorite place in the world. I especially loved the crazies we saw. We walked the strip, shopped and gazed at the beautiful street art. Best part was the friendly and interesting people who decided to talk to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3AQRoQiI/AAAAAAAABl0/uf6xKtwfG2w/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562006017310999074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3AQRoQiI/AAAAAAAABl0/uf6xKtwfG2w/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2vo9N-0I/AAAAAAAABls/Zqcgi_Rhz40/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562005731878501186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2vo9N-0I/AAAAAAAABls/Zqcgi_Rhz40/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy New Year, with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2vJIvcCI/AAAAAAAABlk/M6WU9paUMfo/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562005723336896546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2vJIvcCI/AAAAAAAABlk/M6WU9paUMfo/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would kill to live on Venice Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2u_tVo3I/AAAAAAAABlc/adkj_bivZjE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562005720806040434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2u_tVo3I/AAAAAAAABlc/adkj_bivZjE/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The graffiti is amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2upogf1I/AAAAAAAABlU/KWoiJrH8n8Q/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562005714880200530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2upogf1I/AAAAAAAABlU/KWoiJrH8n8Q/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found a boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2uCNUtMI/AAAAAAAABlM/cJb7Cq_6Zpg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562005704297198786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA2uCNUtMI/AAAAAAAABlM/cJb7Cq_6Zpg/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked over to the skating area, watched the greatest dance moved I have ever seen and laughed until we had six packs on our abs. Then watched the skaters in the skate park. I was very impressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;January 2nd:&lt;/span&gt; Church and packing up to leave. If I were in Idaho, the freeways would have been clear but because of a storm over the Grapevine, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I-5 was closed all Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I have to take a lovely trip through Santa Barbara to get home. I sat through four hours of traffic to get there too, where it should only take an hour from LA. I spent the night in Paso Robles and was finally home around 1:30 p.m. the next day, taking me a total of twenty-one hours to get home. Not a fun drive home, but it was one of the best trips to visit Courtney I have ever had.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5206609889890504557?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5206609889890504557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5206609889890504557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5206609889890504557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5206609889890504557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years.html' title='new years!'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA3Blx2OvI/AAAAAAAABmU/5KCcGOIisyg/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1274335322340182379</id><published>2011-01-14T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T03:40:11.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in the club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes that blog title was an unintentional pun. After Christmas I joined Dad, Ab, Ky and the Missionaries on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;golf course&lt;/span&gt; to hit some balls. It was so much fun! It was cool to actually be invited and to go the course with the fam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0SKhJzBI/AAAAAAAABlE/KWigswup63g/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562003026468260882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0SKhJzBI/AAAAAAAABlE/KWigswup63g/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loved our last set of missionaries in our ward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They sadly got transferred the about two weeks ago and we miss seeing them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were fun to have around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0R4Oh20I/AAAAAAAABk8/OwQPxj7i7RU/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562003021558307650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0R4Oh20I/AAAAAAAABk8/OwQPxj7i7RU/s400/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the sisters out at Stevenson Ranch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time in probably 10+ years.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0RqypjBI/AAAAAAAABk0/NjafheKNGvw/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562003017951710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0RqypjBI/AAAAAAAABk0/NjafheKNGvw/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abs and I shared a cart, even though I walked a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0RdJYc-I/AAAAAAAABks/QhRPbd2ea_k/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562003014288962530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0RdJYc-I/AAAAAAAABks/QhRPbd2ea_k/s400/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best part of the day was when I hit quite the drive on the first hole and I was golfing with dad's clubs, he is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; left handed&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun to give being a lefty a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1274335322340182379?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1274335322340182379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1274335322340182379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1274335322340182379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1274335322340182379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-club.html' title='i&apos;m in the club.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTA0SKhJzBI/AAAAAAAABlE/KWigswup63g/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8511315089704580489</id><published>2011-01-14T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T03:13:21.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures. pictures. pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was quite the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fiasco&lt;/span&gt; trying to get our Christmas card and family pictures together this Christmas. After all the yelling and many different ideas we put together a time with my Auntie Linda to do a family shoot. She also put together our card which was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We all put our fake smiles on and evded up having a blast taking pictures.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561996650453614930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAufCAzQVI/AAAAAAAABkc/kJ17wV4YRAI/s400/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAtQSGyr2I/AAAAAAAABkU/wkZkIn_0bfo/s1600/edit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561995297564045154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAtQSGyr2I/AAAAAAAABkU/wkZkIn_0bfo/s400/edit4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAs0ONHKVI/AAAAAAAABkM/rSrmVFOleHY/s1600/edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561994815480473938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAs0ONHKVI/AAAAAAAABkM/rSrmVFOleHY/s400/edit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561994802827780418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAszfEeYUI/AAAAAAAABjs/aSwkEvL17x4/s400/39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAszxACgcI/AAAAAAAABkE/cNUlXRD23EA/s1600/edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561994807641014722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAszxACgcI/AAAAAAAABkE/cNUlXRD23EA/s400/edit3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAufUDg52I/AAAAAAAABkk/MNL-jU9IN_4/s1600/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561996655296833378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAufUDg52I/AAAAAAAABkk/MNL-jU9IN_4/s400/me3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561994486469052002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAshEirRmI/AAAAAAAABjc/oHxiyQoMgdM/s400/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561994481856237970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAsgzW5UZI/AAAAAAAABjU/dfI_OVwTDL8/s400/me4.jpg" /&gt; my favorite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAsgrL4WfI/AAAAAAAABjE/shh3YczJfK0/s1600/edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561994479662553586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAsgrL4WfI/AAAAAAAABjE/shh3YczJfK0/s400/edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love this family to death and I am so happy they are mine for eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-8511315089704580489?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8511315089704580489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8511315089704580489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8511315089704580489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8511315089704580489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='pictures. pictures. pictures.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAufCAzQVI/AAAAAAAABkc/kJ17wV4YRAI/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6166555727085736874</id><published>2011-01-14T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:57:43.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmasss time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December 24th:&lt;/span&gt; Cleaning, cooking, running erans. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Annual Christmas Eve Party&lt;/span&gt; at the Brad Falke abode. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Families in attendance:&lt;/span&gt; Walt Falke Family, Matt Falke Family, Stiles Family, King Family, Gauthier Family. We had a total blast playing games, doing the Nativity story, laughing, chatting and stuffing our peckers full of delicious homemade rolls, chips and dip/salsa, shrimp, fruit salad, pretzel jello salad, meats and cheeses, pasta, broccoli salad, spinach dip and countless mouth watering desserts. Then for me it was off to the Stryker home for their annual Christmas Eve Bash. Caught up with high school friends and ate even more food. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December 25th:&lt;/span&gt; We slept in, opened gifts one at a time and forgot to leave cookies and milk out for Santa. First official grown up Christmas morning. Loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Added this babe to my purse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561987566247062082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAmOQtLqkI/AAAAAAAABi0/wvJQmUlzTRw/s400/51XLcOrR1XL.jpg" /&gt;We spend the afternoon/evening at Nanny and Pop's house. Ate lots more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAiioYUa3I/AAAAAAAABis/ByWO7IOLf_o/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561983518152878962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAiioYUa3I/AAAAAAAABis/ByWO7IOLf_o/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Came home, skyped with Jonny and then watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December 26th:&lt;/span&gt; Church was very insightful. Came home, took a nap and the was awoken by three hilarious and excited little boys. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Kurtz's&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin Chris, his wife Britt and three boys Mikey, Luke and Keaton came to visit from Novato. Chris is a cousin on Mom's side and although it is not good to pick favorites, Chris and Britt have that title in my book. Many memories with these two and their kids.&lt;br /&gt;All the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAiieoexDI/AAAAAAAABik/Ne14mD3pPgI/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561983515536311346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAiieoexDI/AAAAAAAABik/Ne14mD3pPgI/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAiiBM4E2I/AAAAAAAABic/KI6UNDTkjdE/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561983507635901282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAiiBM4E2I/AAAAAAAABic/KI6UNDTkjdE/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memories with the Kurtz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and Britt came to our house as newlyweds. They were out back in our hot tub and my little perv self, I was probably about 8, sang "Do a little dance, Make a little Love, Get down tonight Oooo Oooo Get down tonight" out the slider door to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around the same time, while C&amp;amp;B were still in the newlywed stage somehow they agreed to have me, Ky and Ab come visit them in Arizona. We went to the mall, played in their friends apartment complex pool, made mini scrap books and laughed at little Abby's farts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going on a family vacation to visit them in St.George. We played and played, went to Britt's mom's condo and swam and almost went on a hot air balloon ride... but the weather wasn't right for flying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three of the four years of EFY, Ashley and I stayed an extra week at their house in Draper. Countless memories from these summer visits. Some include hilarious dates with EFY boys for me and ash with C&amp;amp;B, getting caught in the kitchen kissing a boy... yes Chris&amp;amp;Britt I am still embarrassed, movie nights, birthday parties for me and baking bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying with the Kurtz's when Papa and I went on a daddy-daughter trip to see a BYU football game and have lots of play time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visits to their newest dwelling in Novato, CA. Walks, meeting the chickens before the boys' Easter surprise, more bread baking, and wonderful chats with Britt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;chi-chong, cho cho chong, bo-cho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having them come visit us and scootering with the boys and watching them grow up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Kurtz's are definitely a lovely sparkle in my life and I am so happy to be related to such wonderful people inside and out. Having them come to visit was a Christmas treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-6166555727085736874?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6166555727085736874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6166555727085736874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6166555727085736874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6166555727085736874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmasss-time.html' title='Christmasss time.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAmOQtLqkI/AAAAAAAABi0/wvJQmUlzTRw/s72-c/51XLcOrR1XL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2539620030884293259</id><published>2011-01-14T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:28:26.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although pets are very much forbidden in my apartment complex, me and my roommates decided we needed a man of the house last semester. A black lab we named &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tucker&lt;/span&gt; was our choice for playful company and he could not have come at a better time. I needed some love and a puppy was exactly the thing to give it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't the little booger cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVG-1lQUI/AAAAAAAABiU/8DGgIPVXcTc/s1600/babystucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561968749493698882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVG-1lQUI/AAAAAAAABiU/8DGgIPVXcTc/s400/babystucker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Biggest smile on my face because of this little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVGis-qxI/AAAAAAAABiM/klFFVcvaYy4/s1600/D292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561968741941422866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVGis-qxI/AAAAAAAABiM/klFFVcvaYy4/s400/D292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always there for kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVGvvnDxI/AAAAAAAABiE/iobhMaZF_4I/s1600/1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561968745442119442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVGvvnDxI/AAAAAAAABiE/iobhMaZF_4I/s400/1419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playful little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVGRcLrnI/AAAAAAAABh8/RBvSK61nLfI/s1600/7E86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561968737307569778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVGRcLrnI/AAAAAAAABh8/RBvSK61nLfI/s400/7E86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, we couldn't keep him all semester but the two weeks I did have him were joyous. There is nothing better than the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cutest little puppy face&lt;/span&gt; licking you when you wake up in the morning! He got to be all too much to handle so my good friend Justin lovingly adopted him, renamed him Aros and took him home to live in the Vail household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-2539620030884293259?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2539620030884293259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2539620030884293259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2539620030884293259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2539620030884293259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/puppers.html' title='puppers.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TTAVG-1lQUI/AAAAAAAABiU/8DGgIPVXcTc/s72-c/babystucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3451657316633600830</id><published>2011-01-09T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:58:53.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason I had it in my head that I had already documented this event but looking back I had somehow left it out, and it's too good to be left out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;General Conference Weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drove down to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salt Lake/Provo&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend and lived it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night was spent at Studio for the annual Conference dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday was a miracle. Enjoyed and lovely breakfast and the morning session at Karson and Betsy's house. I mostly just played with their adorable little peanut, Izzy. We changed and Ky and I hit the road for Salt Lake and the afternoon session. Ky and I were not as prompt as we had planned, traffic was a mess and parking was TERRIBLE. So I willingly gave up my chance to see the Prophet speak live and very sadly dropped off Ky at the front door. Little did I know that as I was driving down the street I would see an adorable little man, my angel, flagging me into a parking lot where there was one spot left just for my little car, score! If that wasn't a testimony builder, than I don't know what to believe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I literally sprinted in four inch heels, embarrassing, to the Conference Center and made it just in time to take my seat next to Ky, Lauren Rollins and their friend Alex Burke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3twGThvI/AAAAAAAABh0/wi2JPBgU5hM/s1600/63524_810462524619_17808754_41997246_290559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560106842854754034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3twGThvI/AAAAAAAABh0/wi2JPBgU5hM/s400/63524_810462524619_17808754_41997246_290559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hearing the Prophet speak in person is something I would fail at miserably to describe on my little blog. It's wonderful and you will have to hear him for yourself sometime to know what I am talking about. I love the church and what a wonderful spirit the Gospel brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and KyKy in the Conference Center, lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3tjWR9hI/AAAAAAAABhs/MksIhFsdYvY/s1600/154261_810462474719_17808754_41997245_7716667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560106839432099346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3tjWR9hI/AAAAAAAABhs/MksIhFsdYvY/s400/154261_810462474719_17808754_41997245_7716667_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Ky, Lauren and Alex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3tfV2twI/AAAAAAAABhk/YnwDUmqLtF4/s1600/156390_810462454759_17808754_41997244_1311603_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560106838356571906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3tfV2twI/AAAAAAAABhk/YnwDUmqLtF4/s400/156390_810462454759_17808754_41997244_1311603_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Conference Ky went with the girls to Park City while I went to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my London loves Laura and Christina&lt;/span&gt;. We chatted, got all caught up on each others lives, laughed over old jokes and the fact that Christina wears g's now and knows all the secrets, and went to see a movie with Christina's wonderful mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went back to Provo for the night and stayed with Gina, Court and Steph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday I woke up early, picked up Katy Rea and Drove out to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Park City&lt;/span&gt; to see Ky, Lauren and Alex. Lauren is a saint to say the least and I love her dearly. The had a scrumptious breakfast for us and we watched Conference. I had never been to Park City before and Lauren's family has thee most gorgeous home atop a beautiful mountain with a breath taking view.&lt;br /&gt;I was in heaven... literally.&lt;br /&gt;Ky and I with Park City to our backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3tQNfr3I/AAAAAAAABhc/_WbbwttyuzE/s1600/kyky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560106834294976370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3tQNfr3I/AAAAAAAABhc/_WbbwttyuzE/s400/kyky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite Canadian, Katy Rea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3s7fl0OI/AAAAAAAABhU/7pespl_lqgQ/s1600/katy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560106828733731042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3s7fl0OI/AAAAAAAABhU/7pespl_lqgQ/s400/katy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katy and I then drove back to Rexburg just in time to miss a nasty storm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Conference weekend and my last few of them have been spent in some amazing places.&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/1432674275045792314-3451657316633600830?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3451657316633600830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3451657316633600830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3451657316633600830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3451657316633600830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/general-conference.html' title='General Conference.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl3twGThvI/AAAAAAAABh0/wi2JPBgU5hM/s72-c/63524_810462524619_17808754_41997246_290559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-606296154367174179</id><published>2011-01-09T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:35:35.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving thanks, thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;three words. week long party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has become a tread the last two years for me to bring home a slew of men to good ole' Turlock to dine, laugh and play with me and my family. Well last year Bradley was the only lucky one to come for a visit but this year there were many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate enough to have a whole week off of school for Thanksgiving, no measly two days for me :) So Thursday after class was out I packed up my suitcase and got all ready to head for home Friday morning. I woke up early the next morning, picked up Chase and Bradley and drove a mear fourteen hours to start off a wonderful week at the Falke homestead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got in late Friday night and because we were still pretty tired from the drive, well I was, we just chilled Saturday. We ate lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hilmar Cheese&lt;/span&gt; and Dad kindly took the boys &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;golfing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He loves having all the extra testosterone around the house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday was church where I am sure many of the ward members were thinking "not again". I am sure they all think I have way too many prospects. And it didn't help my case out when Chase had me scratch his back in Sacrament meeting because you all know what that means... hahahaha! Normal Mormon girls only bring a guy home for the holidays when things are getting serious but I am obviously not a typical Mormon girl, thank goodness. I just have made sure that Daddy gets lots of practice in preparing for the day when I bring home the one that isn't just a friend. You are welcome papa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday was lovely. After much persuading I was able to get the whole family&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [-Ky who hadn't arrived from Provo yet] &lt;/span&gt;to accompany me and the boys on a jaunt to San Francisco. The day started out beautiful. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We walked along Pier 39, ate authentic clam chowder [extra Tabasco!], went to Giredelli Square and did just a bit of shopping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From this picture you can see that Abby is quite tall... I think papa hates that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1McYBlvI/AAAAAAAABhM/44gFXT-U5IY/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560104071601428210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1McYBlvI/AAAAAAAABhM/44gFXT-U5IY/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love love LOVE every person in this picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Golden Gate Bridge in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Chase on my back, Abby with Bradley on her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1L8a0Y_I/AAAAAAAABhE/tKpBcpy05tg/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560104063023211506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1L8a0Y_I/AAAAAAAABhE/tKpBcpy05tg/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuteeeeee Mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I pray every night that I will age as beautifully as my Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1Lt9JDII/AAAAAAAABg8/pydIq9ciQCY/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560104059140639874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1Lt9JDII/AAAAAAAABg8/pydIq9ciQCY/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came the rain, and it poured and poured.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad headed to the airport to grab the last member of the Brad Falke clan and the rest of us headed to Pleasanton for retail therapy that Dad would never appreciate. Once the package &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Kylie]&lt;/span&gt; was retrieved we all met up to eat a lovely dinner at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Cheesecake Factory&lt;/span&gt;. Next time you are there get the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, the are to DIE for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tuesday was another day of relaxation and Dad took the boys golfing yet again. Then it was time to part, Chase and I took Bradley to the airport in the early afternoon. On our way home we got word that the next batch of boys had arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonny and Justin&lt;/span&gt; had been down in southern California for our friend Landon's wedding and drove up to spend Thanksgiving with the fam bam. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was ecstatic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we rolled into the drive way hugs were exchanged and smiles could not be wiped off of faces. That night around midnight, Jonny and I decided we would take Chase to the airport instead of the alternative plan of sleeping for two hours and leaving at two in the morning. We had a lovely drive where Jonny and Chase slept and I blasted my chick music and sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Me, Ashley Gleason [my best friend] Jonny and Justin had a day in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Santa Cruz&lt;/span&gt;. We looked [just looked because it was freezing] at the beach, took forever to decide where we were going to eat, went downtown and ended up eating at some nasty little Mexican restaurant and stopped in Urban Outfitters &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[my fav]&lt;/span&gt; and a candy store where I purchased some hopeful looking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chocolate covered bacon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bacon, good: chocolate, good... chocolate covered bacon, not amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long drive for a short trip but once we had left the lovely SC we drove to Hayward and picked up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Fins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Background story: Justin [who likes to be called joey or jj] served his mission in Finland. His Mission Pres had the missionaries do things to get to know the people of Finland better so He and [I think] his companion coached a football team. Two of his team's members , Janne and Max not live in the Bay Area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Max and Janne (pronounced ya-nay) and went back to the homestead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now finally to Thursday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We obviously, as we always do, spend the glorious day full of way too much amazing food at Nanny and Pop's humble abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1LZjyJmI/AAAAAAAABg0/Lh_buVok_yo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560104053665572450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1LZjyJmI/AAAAAAAABg0/Lh_buVok_yo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my favorite two men, besides my Papa, in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonny Wade and Justin 'Joey' Vail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[great names!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0v7oiANI/AAAAAAAABgs/pa95Xh-pgHk/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560103581775954130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0v7oiANI/AAAAAAAABgs/pa95Xh-pgHk/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After stuffing our selves with turkey, potatoes, stuffing and every other food item that would be considered thankful we walked down to the "ditch" to play. The girls played games with Bradley Falke Jr's kidos and all of the men started up a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turkey Bowl&lt;/span&gt; game. I don't remember who won but I am happy to say that the Fins enjoyed their first American Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Ky and I played with Gala and Paisley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't she just drop dead gorg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0vib7jqI/AAAAAAAABgk/atjMizN1i34/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560103575012216482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0vib7jqI/AAAAAAAABgk/atjMizN1i34/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paisley, who pronounces her name Plaisley and I put loads of lip gloss on.&lt;br /&gt;She likes to kiss it off too. I love this doll face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0vbhT0kI/AAAAAAAABgc/l1P2BRdeyaI/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560103573155729986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0vbhT0kI/AAAAAAAABgc/l1P2BRdeyaI/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Wubbas]&lt;/span&gt; and I chased Finn around the "ditch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0u508dUI/AAAAAAAABgU/GnbGiyI1KRI/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560103564111279426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0u508dUI/AAAAAAAABgU/GnbGiyI1KRI/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the Kidos after an amazing Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0ugybq9I/AAAAAAAABgM/-GOabzQETFQ/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560103557389855698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl0ugybq9I/AAAAAAAABgM/-GOabzQETFQ/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday afternoon all the fun departed and the boys stopped in Reno for a disappointing BSU football game. Lost it because of their kicker... they were not too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand enjoyed a few more quiet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[very quiet]&lt;/span&gt; days at home with the fam and then went my way Sunday, driving those fourteen long hours all by lonesome. Then it was back in the grind at school for another two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-606296154367174179?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/606296154367174179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=606296154367174179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/606296154367174179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/606296154367174179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/giving-thanks-thanksgiving.html' title='giving thanks, thanksgiving.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSl1McYBlvI/AAAAAAAABhM/44gFXT-U5IY/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7240718786068465840</id><published>2011-01-08T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T03:22:59.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>year anniversary.</title><content type='html'>a year ago today I boarded a plane to London&lt;br /&gt;where I spent the most amazing five months of my life&lt;br /&gt;seeing the most beautiful places,&lt;br /&gt;eating the most delicious food,&lt;br /&gt;meeting the most incredible people,&lt;br /&gt;and shopping daily in the greatest city on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I woke up, took a shower&lt;br /&gt;job searched and ate soup...&lt;br /&gt;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about that day a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;my life feels very uneventful right about now.&lt;br /&gt;blogfest continues tomorrow. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-7240718786068465840?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7240718786068465840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7240718786068465840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7240718786068465840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7240718786068465840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-anniversary.html' title='year anniversary.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5084027344004025614</id><published>2011-01-06T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:39:02.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fam bam all in UTAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend before Thanksgiving I drove down to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Provo, Utah&lt;/span&gt;, where my beautiful older sister Kylie resides, to watch her dance her tail off at her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ballroom Nationals Competition&lt;/span&gt;. I was very happy to hear a few days before I left that Mom and Abby were going to fly up to watch as well. I was ecstatic to see them but the topper on the cake had to be while I was on my way phoning Mom, who had already landed, and hearing my papa's voice on the other end. Meaning that dad had surprised me and hopped the flight as well and I would finally get that big bear hug from my daddy that I had been needing all semester. Our family would finally be all together again for the first time since summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was the best weekend I had all semester! I absolutely loved being with every member of the fam bam. We spent most of our time either in the Wilkinson Center watching Ky dance or eating at various delicious restaurants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ky took &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; in her Novice Latin competition and we were all so proud of her!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSlzPjJeGFI/AAAAAAAABgE/ETTGDEWTYT4/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560101925935781970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSlzPjJeGFI/AAAAAAAABgE/ETTGDEWTYT4/s400/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love going to Ky's competitions. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW7JGRYDI/AAAAAAAABfM/IXvhK9yg4b8/s1600/kyky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226364089950258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW7JGRYDI/AAAAAAAABfM/IXvhK9yg4b8/s400/kyky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Kylie's cheering sections. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Mom, Brady Nash&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [friend from Powell this summer]&lt;/span&gt; and Ab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW6rHZAhI/AAAAAAAABfE/Nc-JEa0KGQM/s1600/mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226356041581074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW6rHZAhI/AAAAAAAABfE/Nc-JEa0KGQM/s400/mommy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abs and I had fun watching, talking and laughing.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW6YSFQHI/AAAAAAAABe8/O_ym25qckQw/s1600/wubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226350986150002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW6YSFQHI/AAAAAAAABe8/O_ym25qckQw/s400/wubs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I was in Provo we got to see and visit with many friends. Our favorite past missionaries &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Collin and Bret&lt;/span&gt; came down from Salt Lake to see us and watch Ky. I got to go and visit with my London roommate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;. It was wonderful to catch up with and see him. And my favorite part was getting to see this boy...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW51w-VOI/AAAAAAAABe0/AUBN8LuYlQ0/s1600/meandcallewog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226341720478946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSZW51w-VOI/AAAAAAAABe0/AUBN8LuYlQ0/s400/meandcallewog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Call-e-wog!&lt;/span&gt; Me and Mr. Call Hyer have been friends since diapers. I miss us living down the street from each other but I am happy that I get to see him when I visit the promise land of Provo, Utah. We talked about our recent happenings and joked and laughed over childhood memories as we always do. I love him very much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything put together made for a wonderful trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5084027344004025614?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5084027344004025614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5084027344004025614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5084027344004025614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5084027344004025614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/fam-bam-all-in-utah.html' title='fam bam all in UTAH.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSlzPjJeGFI/AAAAAAAABgE/ETTGDEWTYT4/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1643240277528111005</id><published>2011-01-06T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:20:41.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonfireee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To savor the wonderfully mild fall weather we were having in November &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[usually Rexburg is covered in snow by then]&lt;/span&gt; a few friends and I went out to our summer spot, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monkey Rock&lt;/span&gt;, to have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;final bonfire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan, Me, Court, Steph and Jaron.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9rKNNZ9I/AAAAAAAABes/PTgokmZ87KM/s1600/monkeygroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198601718884306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9rKNNZ9I/AAAAAAAABes/PTgokmZ87KM/s400/monkeygroup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan, my little boy from the South.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9qw4YXyI/AAAAAAAABek/5Kw0faLLGwY/s1600/logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198594920636194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9qw4YXyI/AAAAAAAABek/5Kw0faLLGwY/s400/logan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my ladiesssss Courtney and Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9qjqGlfI/AAAAAAAABec/oTdC1V__gWo/s1600/csm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198591371089394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9qjqGlfI/AAAAAAAABec/oTdC1V__gWo/s400/csm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss these girls so much already... until next spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much smaller group than we normally have at Monkey Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad this time we couldn't jump into the river or go in the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I miss summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9qFOpyPI/AAAAAAAABeU/vGe9_jEmNUg/s1600/monkeyrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198583202892018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9qFOpyPI/AAAAAAAABeU/vGe9_jEmNUg/s400/monkeyrock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally Jaron. He's a peach and a sweetheart. Love that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9p_7xHPI/AAAAAAAABeM/m-cXDmqt6D4/s1600/jaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198581781503218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9p_7xHPI/AAAAAAAABeM/m-cXDmqt6D4/s400/jaron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bonfires have retired for the winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but will be back come spring and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;better than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1643240277528111005?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1643240277528111005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1643240277528111005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1643240277528111005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1643240277528111005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/bonfireee.html' title='bonfireee.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY9rKNNZ9I/AAAAAAAABes/PTgokmZ87KM/s72-c/monkeygroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3773396397082832112</id><published>2011-01-06T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:07:30.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blind date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly don't even remember his name... I think it was Austin or something. My good friend Abby "Coops" Stanford set me up on a blind date which ended up being just hang out time for us two. We went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt; at Teton Lanes and then enjoyed a delicious treat at Jamba Juice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this woman, she is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vln4HqI/AAAAAAAABeE/s3mqjXMxe50/s1600/coops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559193180239830690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vln4HqI/AAAAAAAABeE/s3mqjXMxe50/s400/coops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thoroughly enjoyed my date with Coops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was good to have Clark &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Abby's hub]&lt;/span&gt; and whatever his name was along for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vRn80GI/AAAAAAAABd8/SUFQzGKlSyA/s1600/DSCN5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559193174871429218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vRn80GI/AAAAAAAABd8/SUFQzGKlSyA/s400/DSCN5057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something about bowling shoes makes me always want to take them, but then I remember how ugly they are if you are not trying to knock over pins with ginormous balls all while under black lights with disco music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vMFgfHI/AAAAAAAABd0/w_g7VBzEH2Q/s1600/DSCN5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559193173384789106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vMFgfHI/AAAAAAAABd0/w_g7VBzEH2Q/s400/DSCN5050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So no, I didn't fall in love but that might have been because I bowled a 42.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-3773396397082832112?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3773396397082832112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3773396397082832112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3773396397082832112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3773396397082832112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/blind-date.html' title='blind date.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSY4vln4HqI/AAAAAAAABeE/s3mqjXMxe50/s72-c/coops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8012641956232369496</id><published>2011-01-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:46:08.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my "brother's" sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brad's sister &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erica came for a visit&lt;/span&gt; this semester! Since my school has a lovely honor code with a rule that no girls can sleep in boy's housing I had the privilege of having Erica stay with me. She is a doll and I am so sad I am not in Rexburg this winter to keep her company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first morning she was here Bradley came and woke us up around 9:00 a.m. and told us we had twenty minutes to get up, dressed and ready to go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dirt biking&lt;/span&gt;. We met up with Jonny, grabbed the bikes and drove the forty-five minutes or so to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kelly Canyon&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we were there the boys hopped on their bikes, Erica and I got on the quad and we headed up the canyon. The day was beyond perfect and we couldn't have been in a more gorgeous place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Sadly this is the only picture that Erica and I took... and our hair is covering our faces. At least the background is gorgeous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559171472788241810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYlADEHPZI/AAAAAAAABdk/RG4aOuyRjFk/s400/69182_439899447825_502762825_5319359_4542034_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a few hours of riding we stopped, the boys made a fire, and we roasted hot dogs and... pop tarts hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I think this is the cutest picture I have ever taken.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYlAa7KD1I/AAAAAAAABds/tTQsFZ4tXA0/s1600/71700_439896687825_502762825_5319334_636202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559171479193128786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYlAa7KD1I/AAAAAAAABds/tTQsFZ4tXA0/s400/71700_439896687825_502762825_5319334_636202_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkDCOMgDI/AAAAAAAABdc/WYTgxGQvf20/s1600/kellycanyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559170424590073906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkDCOMgDI/AAAAAAAABdc/WYTgxGQvf20/s400/kellycanyon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tripod. My two favorite boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkCstQxFI/AAAAAAAABdU/keZEDQKAiw0/s1600/jmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559170418814796882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkCstQxFI/AAAAAAAABdU/keZEDQKAiw0/s400/jmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bradley&lt;/span&gt; the brother my parents never gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkCGQhN7I/AAAAAAAABdM/Pc5Pe82ZYQs/s1600/bradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559170408493692850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkCGQhN7I/AAAAAAAABdM/Pc5Pe82ZYQs/s400/bradley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys in their riding gear.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkBwmyddI/AAAAAAAABdE/hOySpq3ctrs/s1600/bikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559170402681517522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYkBwmyddI/AAAAAAAABdE/hOySpq3ctrs/s400/bikes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way back Erica drove half way and then I took over and almost &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flipped&lt;/span&gt; us off of a cliff. Luckily there was a tree right where we started to tip and we both shoved into the tree and pushed our two wheels that were in the air back to the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to self: Never offer to drive down a straight drop ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the time Erica was in Rexburg we ate lots of food, played with the boys and laughed more than I can remember. It was a very fun weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-8012641956232369496?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8012641956232369496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8012641956232369496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8012641956232369496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8012641956232369496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-brothers-sister.html' title='my &quot;brother&apos;s&quot; sister.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSYlADEHPZI/AAAAAAAABdk/RG4aOuyRjFk/s72-c/69182_439899447825_502762825_5319359_4542034_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5558672370366746154</id><published>2011-01-05T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:11:52.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloweenie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween is my favorite holiday and I love when holidays are on weekends. This year &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[well last year...]&lt;/span&gt; October 31st happened to fall on a Sunday, which meant a whole weekend of Halloween:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night me and the girls hit the town in good ol' Rexburg. I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;.. well I was Cinderella if she cut her dress to her mid-thigh. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was going to post pictures... but I think I will actually leave those pictures in a file on my computer, as my costume probably wasn't something I could wear on campus at BYU-Idaho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I know I have high standards for myself and it isn't becoming of me to "dress like a hooker" but hey, it's one day a year and besides... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we looked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; hahaha, but really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday I drove with the girls to Logan, UT for the annual &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Howl&lt;/span&gt; Halloween party at Utah State. It was nuts... to say the least. We all dressed up as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bunnies&lt;/span&gt; and had the greatest time dancing the night away. After the dance we met up with the boys and hung out all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only picture you get is from the morning after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Jonny, Steph &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[under her hood]&lt;/span&gt; Gina, Court, Allison, Lacey, Joey, Kens and Kenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of my favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951366301493826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSVc0KgSqkI/AAAAAAAABc8/-9CZJkSaa_U/s400/IMG_0277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the words of Lindsay Lohan on Mean Girls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5558672370366746154?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5558672370366746154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5558672370366746154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5558672370366746154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5558672370366746154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/halloweenie.html' title='halloweenie.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TSVc0KgSqkI/AAAAAAAABc8/-9CZJkSaa_U/s72-c/IMG_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3525968361860802747</id><published>2011-01-05T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:57:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting back in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please, please be a good year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so far so good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to october for this sad little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-3525968361860802747?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3525968361860802747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3525968361860802747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3525968361860802747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3525968361860802747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2011/01/starting-back-in.html' title='starting back in.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4796372389173472137</id><published>2010-12-28T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:22:44.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been terrible this past semester with keeping up with my blog, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... New Years Resolution : Become a Better Blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;well, that among many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[late]&lt;/span&gt; Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my favorite place in the world known as Costco where I redeemed my Christmas certificate from daddy for a new camera, so I can get some new pictures on here soon! I will have to post about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; after I catch up on Halloween, Snow and the rest of my semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I am off to get these nasty dark roots bleached and beautified again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post soon, hopefully before I go visit Courtney for a week... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;key word:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. here is my newest addition to my wedding playlist and most favorite song. it is beautiful and someday I will sing it to that special someone. enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zV36C3FgA78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zV36C3FgA78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4796372389173472137?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4796372389173472137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4796372389173472137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4796372389173472137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4796372389173472137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/12/neglected-once-again.html' title='neglected once again...'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1913936170462144512</id><published>2010-12-10T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T04:22:26.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photobooth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;gal pals and i have way too much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549027149117048018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIaysgexNI/AAAAAAAABcw/8Ae0lQ8R1Rs/s400/71879_10150124086818849_661018848_7565594_5741576_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIayIAGIJI/AAAAAAAABco/zc-AcG-VweY/s1600/71788_10150124087723849_661018848_7565619_6797553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549027139317538962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIayIAGIJI/AAAAAAAABco/zc-AcG-VweY/s400/71788_10150124087723849_661018848_7565619_6797553_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549026006550182466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZwMHT-kI/AAAAAAAABcY/LP-JAH_X0k0/s400/33690_10150124087428849_661018848_7565613_690580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIaxpZO5MI/AAAAAAAABcg/mBfWFA7Bajs/s1600/61770_1595181048859_1515946835_31503652_2979884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549027131101471938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIaxpZO5MI/AAAAAAAABcg/mBfWFA7Bajs/s400/61770_1595181048859_1515946835_31503652_2979884_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZvvTngzI/AAAAAAAABcQ/9MPyPKUtmRg/s1600/67316_10150124087008849_661018848_7565599_1915124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025998817166130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZvvTngzI/AAAAAAAABcQ/9MPyPKUtmRg/s400/67316_10150124087008849_661018848_7565599_1915124_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZvFm8HII/AAAAAAAABcI/KpKMf3km55A/s1600/37956_10150124087283849_661018848_7565610_6074992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025987623918722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZvFm8HII/AAAAAAAABcI/KpKMf3km55A/s400/37956_10150124087283849_661018848_7565610_6074992_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZu6M1qHI/AAAAAAAABcA/mP-2R8rgWYo/s1600/59995_1595181328866_1515946835_31503654_4664638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025984561653874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZu6M1qHI/AAAAAAAABcA/mP-2R8rgWYo/s400/59995_1595181328866_1515946835_31503654_4664638_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the greatest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025977538267298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIZugCVSKI/AAAAAAAABb4/1uwf4sod0mM/s400/66691_10150124087213849_661018848_7565607_6293226_n.jpg" /&gt;Mr. bookstore man, you and your sucker are hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1913936170462144512?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1913936170462144512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1913936170462144512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1913936170462144512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1913936170462144512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/12/photobooth.html' title='photobooth.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TQIaysgexNI/AAAAAAAABcw/8Ae0lQ8R1Rs/s72-c/71879_10150124086818849_661018848_7565594_5741576_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2945850161071942551</id><published>2010-12-10T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T03:59:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is three.</title><content type='html'>three in the morning is MY hour.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i have been asleep for this hour all semester.&lt;br /&gt;tonight has been rough...&lt;br /&gt;and full of way too much thinking&lt;br /&gt;which as of lately means tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year at this time i had everything figured out.&lt;br /&gt;i was getting excited to move to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i knew exactly what i was going to be doing for the next year... minus the change of plans from a little volcano accident.&lt;br /&gt;i had a boy who kept me occupied&lt;br /&gt;i still hated my classes but i was at least motivated to work hard in them&lt;br /&gt;i was fat and happy.&lt;br /&gt;now i am moving home for the winter&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what my future holds, which stresses me out&lt;br /&gt;pretty much all of my friends are males... but they are just friends and i am lonely&lt;br /&gt;i have no motivation to do anything, especially when it comes to school&lt;br /&gt;and i am skinny, somber and constantly stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is my problem?&lt;br /&gt;honestly, [vent session] the problem is my choice of people i surround myself with.&lt;br /&gt;my guy friends are the most negative people i know and it is wearing on me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heavily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all i hear from them is a constant moan and groan of how much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rexburg&lt;/span&gt; sucks, how their lives are just so terrible [news flash they aren't], how there are no girls here for them, how love doesn't exist [because they get their hearts broken by sluts], how girls do not have hearts... after all of these statements are said, i am always excluded from the grouping of women because i am "different". i can not take it anymore. i can not wait until a week from today when i will be able to spend all of my time with mama, papa, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt; and ab. i need some positive uplifting people in my life before i explode or fall into a deep state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i have less than a week left of school which is helping me see the light at the end of this never ending tunnel of snow fulled darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to lighten the mood here is 25 random facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;[stole this idea from my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; i do not have a uvula [&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dangle&lt;/span&gt; thing in the back of your throat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; i wear my rainbow flip flops year round, even in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; my favorite color is bright yellow but i only wear it in mustard shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; i am deathly afraid of clowns [no idea why, just am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; i will never go a day without smiling, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack has been played over 412 times on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt;, and that is not including my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; i hate going to movie theaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; i enjoy the smell of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; when i was 5 i wanted to be an entomologist. i now cringe at the sight of any type of bug minus butterflies, still love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; i really really really want to be a mom, &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry i will wait until the time is right and i am happily married, even if i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to wait another second]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; i am obsessed with shoes, particularly high heels, i own around 70 pairs, thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ross&lt;/span&gt; and TJ&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; i can work pale skin like no other, not that i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; i think there is nothing pleasurable about reading "for pleasure" but i am working on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; my walls in my room here at school have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt; frames covering them, but that is still not enough to hold all the faces that have my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; my dream job is to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;... winter 2012 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; i find mustaches sexy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[weird i know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; i am one of the cleanest and most organized people you will ever meet, border line &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; i think about London every day and miss it every second of every minute of every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; i regret quiting piano lessons when i was 10, should have listened to mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; i like the taste of cherry cough syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; i haven't had a boyfriend for over two years &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and my last one who is married now is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; at the gym at the same time as me... awkward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; i already have my wedding planned &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[just need the groom]&lt;/span&gt; but luckily i can blame that on my career choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; i can function perfectly on an hour of sleep... impressed? we'll see how long that lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; snuggling is my all time favorite activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; i want a marriage that mirrors my parents, 26 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[i believe]&lt;/span&gt; years and still in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now almost 5 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; classes and i get to sleep in as late as i want to.&lt;br /&gt;[i feel much better]&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-2945850161071942551?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2945850161071942551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2945850161071942551&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2945850161071942551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2945850161071942551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-three.html' title='it is three.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-9150609191987742350</id><published>2010-12-08T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:20:37.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goal for today...</title><content type='html'>catch my blog up on my life... this has to happen before christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-9150609191987742350?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/9150609191987742350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=9150609191987742350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/9150609191987742350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/9150609191987742350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/12/goal-for-today.html' title='goal for today...'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1970521045665529040</id><published>2010-10-13T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:52:07.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sammys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; has upped it's status. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sammy's&lt;/span&gt; is quite the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt; spot to hang out while listening to great live music and eat the greatest shakes ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gina, Katy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hill&lt;/span&gt; all work at Sammy's so Court and I are frequent visitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5rxCu4I/AAAAAAAABak/QHcEFRKcOjc/s1600/sammys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527446054947175298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5rxCu4I/AAAAAAAABak/QHcEFRKcOjc/s400/sammys2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have become friends with the owner, Sam, who I would love to work for... we'll just have to wait and see if that ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;happends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5cdxvoI/AAAAAAAABac/XzpcJ-HvpZ4/s1600/van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527446050839838338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5cdxvoI/AAAAAAAABac/XzpcJ-HvpZ4/s400/van.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend we took the Sammy's van on a little adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5EBJp0I/AAAAAAAABaU/EogxVNsU8s0/s1600/kmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527446044277319490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5EBJp0I/AAAAAAAABaU/EogxVNsU8s0/s400/kmc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt;, who works with Katy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hill&lt;/span&gt; and Gina has become probably my new favorite friend. He makes me laugh so much and I am nothing less than happy when he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu4ugQ-cI/AAAAAAAABaM/Fx4BorTIk1I/s1600/miles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527446038502242754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu4ugQ-cI/AAAAAAAABaM/Fx4BorTIk1I/s400/miles3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend was made eventful yet again by none other than Sammy's of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodnight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1970521045665529040?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1970521045665529040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1970521045665529040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1970521045665529040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1970521045665529040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/10/sammys.html' title='sammys.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVu5rxCu4I/AAAAAAAABak/QHcEFRKcOjc/s72-c/sammys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5224956697929606877</id><published>2010-10-13T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:40:50.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creature hunting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;creature&lt;/span&gt; has become quite the topic of discussion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost all of my friends have seen it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have heard all the stories and I'll admit I believe there is some kind of "creature" that my friends claim lives on the snake river near Rexburg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonny has known about it since he was in high school. I have luckily never had any experiences of my own but everyone claims it is about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4-5 feet tall, walks on two legs, has red eyes and likes to throw rocks&lt;/span&gt;. The closest thing to compare it to would be a chupacabra.&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went creature hunting in the day light... we usually go at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started at the railroad tracks where Gina had an encounter with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkeJkJJSI/AAAAAAAABZ8/OKenGjiDbBI/s1600/bmj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527434586793518370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkeJkJJSI/AAAAAAAABZ8/OKenGjiDbBI/s400/bmj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked along the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;railroad tracks&lt;/span&gt; and I was happy it was such a gorgeous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkd8TxFfI/AAAAAAAABZ0/aPbbV4xOZ6c/s1600/backside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527434583235171826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkd8TxFfI/AAAAAAAABZ0/aPbbV4xOZ6c/s400/backside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most fun I've had all semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkdhP62RI/AAAAAAAABZs/TqI2o26LN8I/s1600/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527434575971277074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkdhP62RI/AAAAAAAABZs/TqI2o26LN8I/s400/four.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our adventure where Gina saw it we went out by Jonny's house to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walk along&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;river&lt;/span&gt; in search of anything we could find. Me, Jonny, Court, Gina, Steph, Kenny and Chris had the greatest time walking I swear over three miles down a part on the river on Jonny's family friends property. I'll admit there were a few sketchy moments where we all felt that there was something watching us but honestly who cares.&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkdSHSv-I/AAAAAAAABZk/9hO6zd6hRDU/s1600/jonnyb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527434571908562914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkdSHSv-I/AAAAAAAABZk/9hO6zd6hRDU/s400/jonnyb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creepiest part was finding tracks of an "animal" no one could identify... dun dun dunnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVk0JYx9LI/AAAAAAAABaE/rhOdL-xk840/s1600/DSCN4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527434964702983346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVk0JYx9LI/AAAAAAAABaE/rhOdL-xk840/s400/DSCN4929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hilarious what kinds of crazy things I end up doing here in Idaho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5224956697929606877?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5224956697929606877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5224956697929606877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5224956697929606877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5224956697929606877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/10/creature-hunting.html' title='creature hunting.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLVkeJkJJSI/AAAAAAAABZ8/OKenGjiDbBI/s72-c/bmj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7952396846379403302</id><published>2010-10-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:41:34.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYU[I-do]&lt;/span&gt; curse has hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep feeling the the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pressure to get married&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a junior this year and when I tell people that it is my sixth semester they look at me like I am an old lady because I swear everyone is a freshmen at my school. I am 20... 20 is in my opinion way to young to be feeling like I need to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT I am so sick of the drama that comes with dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I am surrounded by girls in my classes who talk non stop about their weddings and husbands. Most of the time I get annoyed but I want a wedding to talk about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU5S0Q2-VI/AAAAAAAABYM/-or8tfvfOwM/s1600/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527387113096935762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU5S0Q2-VI/AAAAAAAABYM/-or8tfvfOwM/s400/93.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU5StJ5ETI/AAAAAAAABYE/kcAT-omNcAM/s1600/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527387111188664626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU5StJ5ETI/AAAAAAAABYE/kcAT-omNcAM/s400/64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so excited for what I have decided to do with my future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making that day the greatest day of peoples lives is going to make me so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but right now all I can think about is my special day... ughhhh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate being single&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/1432674275045792314-7952396846379403302?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7952396846379403302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7952396846379403302&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7952396846379403302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7952396846379403302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/10/pressure.html' title='pressure.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU5S0Q2-VI/AAAAAAAABYM/-or8tfvfOwM/s72-c/93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-509125494446960535</id><published>2010-10-12T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:42:53.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>before idaho freezes over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am privileged to be close friends with THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abby [Cooper] Standford.&lt;/span&gt; She is too good to me. Two weeks ago before Idaho decided that it's temperature wasn't low enough for the fall season, Abby her hub Clark, Kelly, Steph, Austin and I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[along with a few others]&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boating&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jsashiI/AAAAAAAABZc/7O9Ox-YpGd0/s1600/62487_10150267429025527_505175526_15087360_6457162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391801094997538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jsashiI/AAAAAAAABZc/7O9Ox-YpGd0/s400/62487_10150267429025527_505175526_15087360_6457162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coops is one of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most amazing photographers&lt;/span&gt; I have seen in action. She is extremely creative and can take action shots like no other too. Check out her &lt;a href="http://abbydell.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; here if you dont believe me and the girl has more cameras that I have shoes... thats a lot of cameras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took out her brand new &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holga&lt;/span&gt; film camera. Here's a few of her shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jqDOmkI/AAAAAAAABZU/m-nqsdpmgQ4/s1600/60982_10150264509620527_505175526_15037123_5843612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391800459696706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jqDOmkI/AAAAAAAABZU/m-nqsdpmgQ4/s400/60982_10150264509620527_505175526_15037123_5843612_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll admit I love to pose for my coops :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jcaSjvI/AAAAAAAABZM/Ne_d71zUF2A/s1600/63835_10150264509635527_505175526_15037126_1880021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391796798328562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jcaSjvI/AAAAAAAABZM/Ne_d71zUF2A/s400/63835_10150264509635527_505175526_15037126_1880021_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jIRbmSI/AAAAAAAABZE/fUh_pdfRsW8/s1600/62947_10150267429710527_505175526_15087380_5967148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391791392463138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jIRbmSI/AAAAAAAABZE/fUh_pdfRsW8/s400/62947_10150267429710527_505175526_15087380_5967148_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jHCEwqI/AAAAAAAABY8/Ar7JfOaYNsU/s1600/63825_10150267427480527_505175526_15087313_435713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391791059616418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jHCEwqI/AAAAAAAABY8/Ar7JfOaYNsU/s400/63825_10150267427480527_505175526_15087313_435713_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quite certian that the water was a chilling 45-50 degrees and I still can not believe how I got in not once, but three different times without a wet suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8nzs-DAI/AAAAAAAABYs/dNc4a_6MCa4/s1600/62522_10150267426290527_505175526_15087285_7153326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390772258540546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8nzs-DAI/AAAAAAAABYs/dNc4a_6MCa4/s400/62522_10150267426290527_505175526_15087285_7153326_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8ntCRsdI/AAAAAAAABYk/IqjOFi-Nozk/s1600/39543_10150267429385527_505175526_15087370_1932216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390770468860370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8ntCRsdI/AAAAAAAABYk/IqjOFi-Nozk/s400/39543_10150267429385527_505175526_15087370_1932216_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin! greatest driver ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8nCG6lfI/AAAAAAAABYc/t8ZB9cXx03c/s1600/39543_10150267429365527_505175526_15087366_6852075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390758945592818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8nCG6lfI/AAAAAAAABYc/t8ZB9cXx03c/s400/39543_10150267429365527_505175526_15087366_6852075_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8nMy5aUI/AAAAAAAABYU/g0kCbZuUK3g/s1600/39543_10150267429370527_505175526_15087367_5650336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390761814419778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU8nMy5aUI/AAAAAAAABYU/g0kCbZuUK3g/s400/39543_10150267429370527_505175526_15087367_5650336_n.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-509125494446960535?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/509125494446960535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=509125494446960535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/509125494446960535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/509125494446960535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/10/before-idaho-freezes-over.html' title='before idaho freezes over.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLU9jsashiI/AAAAAAAABZc/7O9Ox-YpGd0/s72-c/62487_10150267429025527_505175526_15087360_6457162_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3981653997722189092</id><published>2010-10-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:44:30.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[fall]ing for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This semester has been amazing already... and it helps that I have the most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amazing friends&lt;/span&gt; in the world. The first month of being back in Idaho has been filled with every part of this place that I love. I was extremely nervous to start back at school here sense I hadn't been back since last fall. Having mommy and papa come settle me in helped loads though. After being here just a few days I realized just how stupid it was of me to be nervous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My weekends have been filled with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bonfires, parties, movie nights and creature hunting.&lt;/span&gt; Weekdays consist of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;class, homework, gym time and playing with friends and roommates&lt;/span&gt;. All I can say is I love my life here in Idaho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kambri, Chase, Jonny, Karston and I&lt;/span&gt; at a bonfire.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI-99cuaI/AAAAAAAABX8/Tm49Q3vK6AA/s1600/kambsbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527052520567650722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI-99cuaI/AAAAAAAABX8/Tm49Q3vK6AA/s400/kambsbirthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the birthday girl. loveee her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI-W64eeI/AAAAAAAABX0/3s9Fnd0O_gw/s1600/kambs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527052510087903714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI-W64eeI/AAAAAAAABX0/3s9Fnd0O_gw/s400/kambs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Lacey and Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; are two girls that I have instantly clicked with. We are three peas in a pod and I love them both to death. Can't wait to be roommates winter 2011!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI9w1U7fI/AAAAAAAABXs/3G25ZzF4V0w/s1600/laceykensmacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527052499864055282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI9w1U7fI/AAAAAAAABXs/3G25ZzF4V0w/s400/laceykensmacy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Kenny Ford&lt;/span&gt;. I met this doll through the boys and quickly fell in love. One of the funniest guys I have ever met and we have become great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQITp3QTUI/AAAAAAAABXk/QWssJue2EDU/s1600/kennyford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527051776438586690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQITp3QTUI/AAAAAAAABXk/QWssJue2EDU/s400/kennyford.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Burkeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIShzdv-I/AAAAAAAABXc/Z6wBJ-yCBtQ/s1600/burke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527051757095337954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIShzdv-I/AAAAAAAABXc/Z6wBJ-yCBtQ/s400/burke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times with these boys... to say the least :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIRxzIHZI/AAAAAAAABXU/GsVcE4Waczo/s1600/bonfire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527051744209018258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIRxzIHZI/AAAAAAAABXU/GsVcE4Waczo/s400/bonfire1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christian Joel aka CJ aka Seige&lt;/span&gt;. He is my church buddy and sits with me every Sunday to keep ourselves entertained.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIQuGHluI/AAAAAAAABXM/ZvEcgQfd92k/s1600/cj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527051726035064546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIQuGHluI/AAAAAAAABXM/ZvEcgQfd92k/s400/cj2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally the Quad-pod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Court, Me, Steph and Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infamous in Rexburg to say the least. hahahahaha kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love every one of these girls.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIP_O-paI/AAAAAAAABXE/-b-vkgJz7r0/s1600/quadpod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527051713455760802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQIP_O-paI/AAAAAAAABXE/-b-vkgJz7r0/s400/quadpod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rexburg... It's good to be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-3981653997722189092?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3981653997722189092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3981653997722189092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3981653997722189092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3981653997722189092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-for-you.html' title='[fall]ing for you.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TLQI-99cuaI/AAAAAAAABX8/Tm49Q3vK6AA/s72-c/kambsbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6473886385840504833</id><published>2010-09-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:21:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 wheels. lots of mud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsicle lovingly accompanied me in the 14 hour trek to my second home in Idaho. Mom and I drove in my car and Papa drove the burban close ahead. I was so happy to have them to help me in moving everything I have collected, decor and furniture wise, in the past three years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While they were still here the boys took us up to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pack Saddle Lake&lt;/span&gt;. A place I have heard tons about but only been cool enough go to while my parents were around. The boys &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dirt biked&lt;/span&gt; and Mommy, Papa, and I rode &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quads&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt so liberated. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518358666997900866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl-FmbpkI/AAAAAAAABWw/WlhlMpUUujs/s400/jonny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama and I were bundled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is so adorable :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518358656024248802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl9cuHAeI/AAAAAAAABWg/PYubf9Qr0qA/s400/favorite.jpg" /&gt;Once we were to the top of the mountain we hiked and 4-wheeled down to the lake. It was gorgeous despite the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;downpour of rain and frozen phalanges&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518358657921976370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl9jykCDI/AAAAAAAABWo/hZKAxlM5RpE/s400/joey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys pulled their boy scout skills together and started a fire and daddy used his skills to make sure the trees didn't go up in flames. Thanks to Jonny's wonderful mother we had tin foil dinners that were amazing in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518358647822256802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl8-KmiqI/AAAAAAAABWY/cwZbA2LDFCU/s400/daddyandkids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way back to the trucks I rode behind Justin and ate, I'm sure, as least half a pound of dirt but I wouldn't have had it any other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl-rFEiZI/AAAAAAAABW4/pUYp4Io6-Xc/s1600/joeyjustinjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518358677058521490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl-rFEiZI/AAAAAAAABW4/pUYp4Io6-Xc/s400/joeyjustinjj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; When we got back to the trucks we realized Jonny and Brad were missing so Daddy and Justin rode up to find the boys. Half an hour later after the biggest freak out of my life, they came riding in literally frozen and relieved to be back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Jonny's house to dry off and then headed to the thriving metropolis of Roberts, Idaho to eat at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bj's Bayou&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[look it up, very worth it]&lt;/span&gt; We got to hear all the creepy ghost stories and enjoyed the Cajun food we ordered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy, Papa, Alyssa and I hung out the next day and had dinner at another golden spot called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chiz's&lt;/span&gt; in St.Anthony. Papa was in heaven with the food. I'm sure he'll want to come and visit me more often because of it. After a night full of laughs and sleep, mom and dad left me to fend for myself yet again in this wasteland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss them ridiculous amounts already.&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/1432674275045792314-6473886385840504833?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6473886385840504833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6473886385840504833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6473886385840504833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6473886385840504833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-wheels-lots-of-mud.html' title='4 wheels. lots of mud.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJUl-FmbpkI/AAAAAAAABWw/WlhlMpUUujs/s72-c/jonny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6423458344012327429</id><published>2010-09-15T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T03:50:06.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ending summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Summer is my favorite season.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have California to thank for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything wonderful seems to happen in summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I.E. my birth, tan skin, first kisses, warm midnight air, sunny days at the beach, trips to lovely places and to top all of that off there is no school to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended this summer with the greatest people in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is how it should be ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mid August I took a little road trip to southern California to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Courtney and Gina&lt;/span&gt;. It was one of the greatest weekends I have spent with these two in a long time. We went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Venice Beach&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Top of the World" in Laguna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everywhere in between&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venice is my favorite spots down south...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJRm8EkfI/AAAAAAAABWI/F9z_8b8EysI/s1600/venice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518186379038986738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJRm8EkfI/AAAAAAAABWI/F9z_8b8EysI/s400/venice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; especially when my Asian is with me. LOVE Gina :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJRO-RGeI/AAAAAAAABWA/PYeLFzXZbGc/s1600/ginaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518186372605745634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJRO-RGeI/AAAAAAAABWA/PYeLFzXZbGc/s400/ginaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a very EVENTFUL day at Venice beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJQ8_AOnI/AAAAAAAABV4/Jy1K9QvyJ8w/s1600/venicee!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518186367776995954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJQ8_AOnI/AAAAAAAABV4/Jy1K9QvyJ8w/s400/venicee!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday we met up with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brad and Jonny&lt;/span&gt; who then came home with me for another week of memory making.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I literally have the greatest friends in the world,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry to those of you who don't have them as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're missing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Turlock around 5:00 Sunday evening and just in time to head over to the Trilby's for some delicious Sunday dinner, games and laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, after a morning of relaxing, the fam bam and boys stuffed in the burban and drove to San Francisco for an amazing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giants game&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11-3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EPIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJQOUvhfI/AAAAAAAABVw/KpFZKuRVdNw/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518186355251709426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJQOUvhfI/AAAAAAAABVw/KpFZKuRVdNw/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The game was amazing, the food was great but the company was unbeatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJPwbDdGI/AAAAAAAABVo/w5LCtBwtAW4/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518186347225117794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJPwbDdGI/AAAAAAAABVo/w5LCtBwtAW4/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday was dedicated to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wake boarding and catching rays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama, Papa, Jonny, Brad and I spend the day on good ol' Don P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa let me have a go at driving the Bu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I honestly doubt I could look any more white trash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518185905741425570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSI2DxI66I/AAAAAAAABVY/Buv_PTDYYR4/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;In my opinion this is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;greatest picture of all times&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an amazing photographer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that father of mine is quite the model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518185893664478050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSI1WxxU2I/AAAAAAAABVQ/tWZo0JkQPIM/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;If you mixed Jonny's scruff with my hat and glasses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might just have a child molester on your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I think we are cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518185885936773378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSI05_V6QI/AAAAAAAABVI/PnE4IKcRwRs/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say my life would sure be boring without these &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two studly men.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518185875189805810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSI0R9EMvI/AAAAAAAABVA/YMxmYe-nT5U/s400/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Justin &lt;/span&gt;flew in to join in on the fun. Sadly we made him wait for us at the airport for a few hours as we got home from the lake and headed to the airport... but I personally think it was worth the wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday the boys and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drove to the coast&lt;/span&gt; where we indulged in Santa Cruz's finest cuisine, Pizza my Heart, poked around the shore line and dropped some cash on essentials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another day at the lake&lt;/span&gt; but this time the girls and Justin joined us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pardon the Afro atop my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518185909691172770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSI2Se1R6I/AAAAAAAABVg/VW_FBJMbb40/s400/9.jpg" /&gt; Sadly I had to bring Brad to the airport early Friday morning and Justin and Jonny followed suit in saying farewell a few hours after I got back from bringing Brad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Falke house was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sadly empty&lt;/span&gt; after the departing of the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very ready to be back at school too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three days of packing and one more stop at Don Pedro to use my surf board one last time and just like that summer was over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past five months came and went so quickly it seems but when I really look back &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I sure lived&lt;/span&gt; up my summer. I spent countless hours with my favorite kids, the Gauthiers. I visited Idaho and friends there for two weeks and had the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; time of my life&lt;/span&gt;. I got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dance &lt;/span&gt;in the rain. I smiled, a lot. I spent a week in Kauai. I had two extra weeks to fall in love with London all over because of a volcano. I played scrabble with Mama many &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;late nights&lt;/span&gt; in a row. I got to watch my little sis go to her first prom. I spent a magical week with the fam bam and new friends on Lake Powell. I wake boarded and surfed my bum off. I met my goals for the summer. I got to tell my Papa that I love him in person everyday. I spent &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quality time&lt;/span&gt; with my puppers, Wags. I didn't have to deal with boy drama! I got to see my big sis for two straight months, the most since we were both in high school. I spoke in church. I was able to cater to mama's needs on mothers day. I was able to intern for an amazing wedding planner I met on the plane ride home from London. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spent time&lt;/span&gt; with me myself and I, much needed alone time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; laughed&lt;/span&gt; more that I ever thought I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So goodbye summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-6423458344012327429?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6423458344012327429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6423458344012327429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6423458344012327429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6423458344012327429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/09/ending-summer.html' title='ending summer.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TJSJRm8EkfI/AAAAAAAABWI/F9z_8b8EysI/s72-c/venice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1034049883589197305</id><published>2010-08-18T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T03:37:14.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning but I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to post this so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can read about it in future years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I spent about three+ hours organizing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I organized my shelves, I organized my closet, I organized my drawers, and I even organized underneath my bed.&lt;/span&gt; Lots of dust and lots of hidden treasures &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[or garbage whatever way you want to see it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally moseyed on into bed around 1:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways on to why this post is titled ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was awoken abruptly about 20 minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not by a person but by myself choking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[and the plot thickens]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was in middle school my favorite drinks were anything Snapple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Located under each cap of each delicious bottle of Snapple are "Real Facts".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of them are outrageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a snail breathes though it's foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no piece of paper can be folded more than 7 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sounds crazy but they are true, very true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that I have always remembered is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The average human will eat an average of 8 spiders while sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have now convinced myself that I was choking on a spider that came to say hello because I was cleaning non stop this evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One down, Seven more to go before I keel over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to throw up immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am not a fan of late night crazy thoughts... or spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1034049883589197305?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1034049883589197305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1034049883589197305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1034049883589197305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1034049883589197305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/ew.html' title='ew.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8663075048984713458</id><published>2010-08-17T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:33:12.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no I don't mean this....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGthnwxbgWI/AAAAAAAABUI/iHQuKhGwwXg/s1600/SPAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506602305125581154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGthnwxbgWI/AAAAAAAABUI/iHQuKhGwwXg/s400/SPAM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I have been getting lots of spam in my comments so I changed my settings to where I approve anything that goes on here. Don't worry your little bums off if you write me something and it doesn't show up right away, I will get to it as soon as I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-8663075048984713458?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8663075048984713458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8663075048984713458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8663075048984713458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8663075048984713458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/spam.html' title='spam.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGthnwxbgWI/AAAAAAAABUI/iHQuKhGwwXg/s72-c/SPAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1957159919341146871</id><published>2010-08-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:01:14.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theres no way this is only two miles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On one of our last days in Kaua'i we drove to the North shore for hiking and snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was the only one in the family who hadn't done this hike before. Mom and Dad had done it two different times before, when they had come without kids, and Ky and Ab hiked with dad when we came in high school. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was of course in the moody years of being a teenager so that year mom stayed back in the condo with me and we hung out .&lt;/span&gt; So...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This was my year. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hike we do is the first &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[supposed]&lt;/span&gt; 2.2 miles &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[so 4.4 miles round trip, felt like 50]&lt;/span&gt; of the Kalalau Trail that starts at Ke'e beach . It winds along the NaPali coast, up and down, then up it's cliffs and valleys ending the Hanakapi'ai Valley where you cross a stream to get to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mistake #1.&lt;/span&gt; Too light of breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mistake #2.&lt;/span&gt; Ate a cookie right before we started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mistake #3.&lt;/span&gt; Starting the hike around noon in the mid-day heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mistake #4.&lt;/span&gt; Practically running up the first 1/4 of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mistake #5.&lt;/span&gt; Not wearing socks with my Speedo water shoes, they are not as comfy once wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mistake #6.&lt;/span&gt; Filling my tummy with water, just water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mistake #7.&lt;/span&gt; Trusting my very fit fam when they said the hike would be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mistake #8.&lt;/span&gt; Being a wimp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started out great! I can run a mile in about eight minutes so I thought this 2.2 mile hike was going to be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piece of cake&lt;/span&gt;. What I didn't realize was that I would be hiking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mostly uphill&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humidity and heat&lt;/span&gt; on an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unpaved muddy path&lt;/span&gt;... kinda gross huh? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnnr0nKsVI/AAAAAAAABUA/Wzrxw70SwTQ/s1600/Napali_Coast_Hike_Mudd_Kauai_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506186759480455506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnnr0nKsVI/AAAAAAAABUA/Wzrxw70SwTQ/s400/Napali_Coast_Hike_Mudd_Kauai_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a 1/4 of the way into it I was dripping sweat from every pour on my face and having that awful heatstroke sick feeling. I got to a point where I literally &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;could not go another step.&lt;/span&gt; I sat down and told the others to go on without me because there was no way I was hiking anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After about twenty minutes of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cooling down&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;throwing up twice&lt;/span&gt; I realized how dumb I was being by giving up. There I was, on one of the most beautiful islands in the world, telling myself I couldn't do it. hellooooo! Jacob and Logan had come back my way because they had decided they were done as well but told me I should &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at least make it to the next cliff&lt;/span&gt; to see the view. Since I was feeling better from getting that cookie out of my system I decided I could make it another little bit. When I got there I couldn't believe how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnnrXBvoeI/AAAAAAAABT4/TGCcGUfgkc0/s1600/450px-Kalalau_Trail_2004-08-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506186751538864610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnnrXBvoeI/AAAAAAAABT4/TGCcGUfgkc0/s400/450px-Kalalau_Trail_2004-08-22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided I would prove to myself that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not a wimp&lt;/span&gt; and finish the last 3/4 of the hike. Everyone was about twenty minutes ahead of my so I hiked alone and it was bliss. I put my ipod in my ears and had the time of my life. I stopped whenever I wasn't feeling well and didn't have to worry about holding anyone up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; where the public trail ends and where our families were and nobody could believe that I was there. Mom's face lit up when I walked down from the river because she said she felt awful leaving me there by myself even though I insisted she went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so happy I bucked up and carried on.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSBRyZFkI/AAAAAAAABTw/Cs1f-i7QHWA/s1600/hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162938833606210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSBRyZFkI/AAAAAAAABTw/Cs1f-i7QHWA/s400/hike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSA3u8IrI/AAAAAAAABTo/yyDF4vr5kTw/s1600/jocey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162931839804082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSA3u8IrI/AAAAAAAABTo/yyDF4vr5kTw/s400/jocey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole fam made it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hiked though those cliffs behind us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSAvI7cWI/AAAAAAAABTg/0Uqi2wHZ_gQ/s1600/ohana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162929532891490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSAvI7cWI/AAAAAAAABTg/0Uqi2wHZ_gQ/s400/ohana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used a handy washed up tree stump for a tripod resulting in this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love self timers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSALGDIpI/AAAAAAAABTY/whRp7ICeBG4/s1600/allofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162919857136274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnSALGDIpI/AAAAAAAABTY/whRp7ICeBG4/s400/allofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Gauthier girls and me showing off our hiking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnR_slvleI/AAAAAAAABTQ/_BE47uvWqUU/s1600/muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162911668573666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnR_slvleI/AAAAAAAABTQ/_BE47uvWqUU/s400/muscles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After playing, snacking and lounging on the shoreline for a little while everyone put their shoes on and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;started back&lt;/span&gt; to Ke'e. Again after about 1/4 of the way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started to feel sick&lt;/span&gt;. Dad stayed with me and patiently waited while I rested a few times and went at turtle speed with me. Although I loved going at it alone on the way there it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nice to have my papa with me&lt;/span&gt; for the opposite trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once at Ke'e beach we threw on our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;snorkel&lt;/span&gt; gear and hit the surf to explore the reef. The &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waves were stronger&lt;/span&gt; than they normally are resulting in a short lived adventure in the deep water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole week we had been watching shark week on TV and I freaked a little when the lifeguard said where we were snorkeling was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sleeping spot for a group of white tips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner down the road at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bubba's&lt;/span&gt; burgers in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hanalei &lt;/span&gt;and let me tell you food had never tasted so good in my empty stomach.&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/1432674275045792314-1957159919341146871?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1957159919341146871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1957159919341146871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1957159919341146871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1957159919341146871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-no-way-this-is-only-two-miles.html' title='theres no way this is only two miles...'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGnnr0nKsVI/AAAAAAAABUA/Wzrxw70SwTQ/s72-c/Napali_Coast_Hike_Mudd_Kauai_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-248087121003640571</id><published>2010-08-13T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T03:08:24.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a rush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zip lining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm addicted thanks to Mini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had seriously never thought that I would ever try zip lining. I have seen brochure after brochure and heard all about it but I have never had any desire to try. Jenna was dieing to go this year as she was to young last year when the Gauthiers were in Kaua'i. So being the great "Big Me" I am, haha, I told her I would go with her and the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We arrived at &lt;a href="http://justlive.org/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s site around 8:30 in the morning and got suited up in harnesses and helmets. Not the cutest hair accessory but necessary none the less. After a quick schpeel about safety and how to's, we were off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGOialV2I/AAAAAAAABTI/w_e-AAgJ7ao/s1600/zip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504812966356539234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGOialV2I/AAAAAAAABTI/w_e-AAgJ7ao/s400/zip4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked down... not the best thing to do when your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;85 feet up&lt;/span&gt; in the air standing on a platform attached to a tree blowing in the wind.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504812962900135346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGOVigzbI/AAAAAAAABTA/S4duUMqcFr4/s400/zip2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally loosing that nervous look in my face.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGN9QrozI/AAAAAAAABS4/7UrclobGAsM/s1600/zip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504812956382896946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGN9QrozI/AAAAAAAABS4/7UrclobGAsM/s400/zip1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dare devil!&lt;/span&gt; Mini and her Big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGNY_wtoI/AAAAAAAABSw/Tfi0kUjDi5U/s1600/minimee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504812946648249986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGNY_wtoI/AAAAAAAABSw/Tfi0kUjDi5U/s400/minimee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little freaked&lt;/span&gt; walking across the bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCTGsGUPI/AAAAAAAABSo/Xdix1Fqop1U/s1600/zip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504808646766645490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCTGsGUPI/AAAAAAAABSo/Xdix1Fqop1U/s400/zip3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going up to the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Penthouse&lt;/span&gt;. All the platforms have names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCSWv8gwI/AAAAAAAABSg/q1pDTRvJ8fs/s1600/zip7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504808633897878274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCSWv8gwI/AAAAAAAABSg/q1pDTRvJ8fs/s400/zip7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our first zip line. I thought I was going to puke after climbing the ladder up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCRyuVa7I/AAAAAAAABSY/_hSSGyy4zFg/s1600/zip6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504808624227445682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCRyuVa7I/AAAAAAAABSY/_hSSGyy4zFg/s400/zip6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my seeeesters Ky and Ab.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCRQhJ1RI/AAAAAAAABSQ/3Ep6gx2ruWo/s1600/zip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504808615045354770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCRQhJ1RI/AAAAAAAABSQ/3Ep6gx2ruWo/s400/zip5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Whole Group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left to Right:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan, Brad, Abby, Kylie, John, Jenna, Fernando, Ben, Coco, Me, Jessica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCQz7ucgI/AAAAAAAABSI/YCawV_B9F_U/s1600/ziplineeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504808607372177922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUCQz7ucgI/AAAAAAAABSI/YCawV_B9F_U/s400/ziplineeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After completing our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 zip lines and 4 bridges&lt;/span&gt; we all decided to do the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free fall swing&lt;/span&gt;. Scariest thing even but best feeling in the world. I loved it even though I screamed the whole time.  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26ee6cb861618cf0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26ee6cb861618cf0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3463726F3D3978971EE8A6F52F92174277FD90AD.7BD93A02A35D427934A34D5126E1AEDC2795AB83%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26ee6cb861618cf0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DElrv7Yh3bEiyGTuHwkm021TIXD8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26ee6cb861618cf0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3463726F3D3978971EE8A6F52F92174277FD90AD.7BD93A02A35D427934A34D5126E1AEDC2795AB83%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26ee6cb861618cf0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DElrv7Yh3bEiyGTuHwkm021TIXD8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By far my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;favorite activity&lt;/span&gt; I've ever done on the islands.&lt;/p&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/1432674275045792314-248087121003640571?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/248087121003640571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=248087121003640571&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/248087121003640571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/248087121003640571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-rush.html' title='what a rush.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGUGOialV2I/AAAAAAAABTI/w_e-AAgJ7ao/s72-c/zip4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3025855415352345907</id><published>2010-08-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:55:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything gets hotter when the sun goes down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Mom and I walked along our beach to look at the sunset one night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504723791571313138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1H4c_4fI/AAAAAAAABQs/qWFSWOGPEiI/s400/mommyandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504741056730775282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTE02LyPvI/AAAAAAAABR8/vT-oOgkTVqI/s400/DSCN4610+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nothing beats a Hawaiian sunset. &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/1432674275045792314-3025855415352345907?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3025855415352345907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3025855415352345907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3025855415352345907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3025855415352345907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-gets-hotter-when-sun-goes.html' title='everything gets hotter when the sun goes down.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1H4c_4fI/AAAAAAAABQs/qWFSWOGPEiI/s72-c/mommyandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4541561534800104727</id><published>2010-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:01:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new teenager.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday was also &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jessica's 13th Birthday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we got home we cleaned up and drove to Lihue to eat dinner at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dukes&lt;/span&gt;. The food was delicious and so was our waiter. Jessica had steak and shrimp and I had rubs, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTAfXwPb6I/AAAAAAAABRs/PMMEiY3-Y2U/s1600/dukes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504736289738420130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTAfXwPb6I/AAAAAAAABRs/PMMEiY3-Y2U/s400/dukes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;All the kids sat at one end of the table and we laughed the entire night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one of the reasons why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb37a5c10ff7aab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fb37a5c10ff7aab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B90D22F834FCE7C783F989EB0BFF1FBDDD1C4B5.6812D337DF110FC7BED5CAEF8BC747BC66469275%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb37a5c10ff7aab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D--kaXhY2JWRtydoWmxwJyco0g1Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fb37a5c10ff7aab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B90D22F834FCE7C783F989EB0BFF1FBDDD1C4B5.6812D337DF110FC7BED5CAEF8BC747BC66469275%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb37a5c10ff7aab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D--kaXhY2JWRtydoWmxwJyco0g1Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Don't mind my stupid laugh/squeal at the end]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTAPmNbYKI/AAAAAAAABRk/djjZKRQzxys/s1600/DSCN4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504736018741026978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTAPmNbYKI/AAAAAAAABRk/djjZKRQzxys/s400/DSCN4672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was determined to get a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; smiling&lt;/span&gt; picture of these two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan and Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTACN8AdxI/AAAAAAAABRc/SGVTbEdFqZQ/s1600/DSCN4667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504735788887209746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTACN8AdxI/AAAAAAAABRc/SGVTbEdFqZQ/s400/DSCN4667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mini and Ab always provide us with something to keep us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTABq1ytZI/AAAAAAAABRU/sE3ao2WHIdg/s1600/DSCN4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504735779465901458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTABq1ytZI/AAAAAAAABRU/sE3ao2WHIdg/s400/DSCN4665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked for a little while after dinner and found some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funny statues&lt;/span&gt; to pose on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocelyn Me and Jessica on the camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS_aToF4oI/AAAAAAAABRM/jCBMuI_JX80/s1600/statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504735103219524226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS_aToF4oI/AAAAAAAABRM/jCBMuI_JX80/s400/statue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think mine and Jess's birthdays were perfect on the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4541561534800104727?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4541561534800104727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4541561534800104727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4541561534800104727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4541561534800104727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-teenager.html' title='a new teenager.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGTAfXwPb6I/AAAAAAAABRs/PMMEiY3-Y2U/s72-c/dukes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4941521423309039806</id><published>2010-08-12T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:42:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off roading in a mini van.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vegged&lt;/span&gt;, played by the pool, BBQ'd and watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shark week&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday we headed over to the north shore to one of my favorite beaches right next to where the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Napali Coast&lt;/span&gt; starts. Our family had stayed in Princeville on the north shore a few years ago and we had gone here but it was short lived because mom got stung by a jellyfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The road out to this private beach is off the paved road and through sugar cane fields. My dad drove his rental suburban and John had a rental jeep so they were just fine of this "off roading road". Jill, whom I was with, had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;van&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to drive, this made for the most hilarious experience of my life. I wish I had a picture of us! Jared sat on my lap the whole time and LOVED it! Best part was when Mini [Jenna] said to her mom something along the lines of "watch it, you're driving terrible." She didn't realize that it was just the road and Jill was doing an amazing job for our circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Props to Jill too for making that half hour drive on a bumpy dirt road look simple in a mini van, both ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we were there the kids ran out into the water and Mini and I started our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shell search&lt;/span&gt;. We found millions of beautiful tiny shells and had to much fun walking along the shore line together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1J9LhKhI/AAAAAAAABRE/vMZhu5PG4dg/s1600/mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504723827199912466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1J9LhKhI/AAAAAAAABRE/vMZhu5PG4dg/s400/mini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mini me and Big me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1JLL6b7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/ZNff_2-jX_A/s1600/jenna%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504723813779795890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1JLL6b7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/ZNff_2-jX_A/s400/jenna%26me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got in the water for a little bit and then decided to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take a walk to the mountain&lt;/span&gt;. It ended up being quite the journey because we didn't think the end of the shore was that far away. On the way back the wind started to pick up and sand was pounding into the backs of our legs. After about ten minutes of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heavy wind&lt;/span&gt; everyone was ready to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1IYDXmsI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Oh2DffRxWHE/s1600/jennaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504723800053750466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1IYDXmsI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Oh2DffRxWHE/s400/jennaaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun day at a beach all to ourselves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4941521423309039806?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4941521423309039806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4941521423309039806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4941521423309039806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4941521423309039806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/off-roading-in-mini-van.html' title='off roading in a mini van.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGS1J9LhKhI/AAAAAAAABRE/vMZhu5PG4dg/s72-c/mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3762705330183538564</id><published>2010-08-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:09:35.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday funday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning we all woke up super early and went to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kalaheo &lt;/span&gt;Ward's sacrament meeting. It was fast Sunday so we were able to hear some lovely testimonies from the members of the ward.  After church we went to the Hyatt for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday brunch&lt;/span&gt;, which was delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we took some family pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA1oep7WI/AAAAAAAABQk/NAonNNrM4qI/s1600/sistersss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244090975939938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA1oep7WI/AAAAAAAABQk/NAonNNrM4qI/s400/sistersss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whole fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA1FDmMfI/AAAAAAAABQc/O_p7jfEyZSw/s1600/sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244081467208178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA1FDmMfI/AAAAAAAABQc/O_p7jfEyZSw/s400/sunday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seeeesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA0nKM4xI/AAAAAAAABQU/nEe6DvpBjco/s1600/closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244073441846034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA0nKM4xI/AAAAAAAABQU/nEe6DvpBjco/s400/closeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the day was spent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lounging&lt;/span&gt; by the pool and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hanging out&lt;/span&gt; together.&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/1432674275045792314-3762705330183538564?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3762705330183538564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3762705330183538564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3762705330183538564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3762705330183538564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-funday.html' title='sunday funday.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGMA1oep7WI/AAAAAAAABQk/NAonNNrM4qI/s72-c/sistersss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7141967163734913284</id><published>2010-08-11T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T02:45:44.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye teenage waste land.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M TWENTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a relaxing day at the pool and moving into our little home we all loaded into the cars and went out to dinner for my birthday at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keoki's.&lt;/span&gt; I ate some of the best Ono I have ever had topped off with their famous &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hula pie&lt;/span&gt;. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpVufCM1I/AAAAAAAABQM/r7x82OGLMY8/s1600/bdaywish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077516576535378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpVufCM1I/AAAAAAAABQM/r7x82OGLMY8/s400/bdaywish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ky Ky just a little burnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpVB13ljI/AAAAAAAABQE/IOD35IbL4eg/s1600/DSCN0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077504592713266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpVB13ljI/AAAAAAAABQE/IOD35IbL4eg/s400/DSCN0241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the fam bam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpU0_TZcI/AAAAAAAABP8/hENuCFwWZKQ/s1600/birthdayfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077501142623682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpU0_TZcI/AAAAAAAABP8/hENuCFwWZKQ/s400/birthdayfam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with all my teen years behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpUQG39YI/AAAAAAAABP0/iJDa6A3k5j0/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077491242268034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpUQG39YI/AAAAAAAABP0/iJDa6A3k5j0/s400/birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a new woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-7141967163734913284?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7141967163734913284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7141967163734913284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7141967163734913284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7141967163734913284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-teenage-waste-land.html' title='goodbye teenage waste land.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJpVufCM1I/AAAAAAAABQM/r7x82OGLMY8/s72-c/bdaywish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3760588835543301574</id><published>2010-08-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:51:06.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paradise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After landing, getting out bags and renting our cars for the week we were ready to drive to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Poipu&lt;/span&gt; but not before stopping at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brick Oven Pizza&lt;/span&gt; for some amazing pupus &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[hawaiian for appetizer]&lt;/span&gt; and pizza.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJGn8ZGLAI/AAAAAAAABPs/6InOQ943A_o/s1600/DSCN4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504039346640399362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJGn8ZGLAI/AAAAAAAABPs/6InOQ943A_o/s400/DSCN4524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We arrived luckily a day too early to check into our timeshare so our families booked rooms at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grand Hyatt Kaua'i&lt;/span&gt;. We checked in, put all of our stuff down, took naps and then headed for the pools and spa.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJGneR7ZmI/AAAAAAAABPk/Wu3xfRqEWe4/s1600/DSCN0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504039338557269602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJGneR7ZmI/AAAAAAAABPk/Wu3xfRqEWe4/s400/DSCN0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After soaking up the sun we all changed and walked up stairs to the Terrace for dinner and fruity delicious drinks. Jenna and I sat at our own little table and talked about life. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It amazes me how much she is my mini me.&lt;/span&gt; After dinner we all walked back to our rooms and retired for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning I was woken up by Papa saying, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOO MOO!" &lt;/span&gt;I knew it was going to be a perfect birthday in one of the most beautiful places on earth. The grounds at the Hyatt are unbelievably gorgeous and we spent most of the morning playing in the pool and ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504034894331612866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJCkyP9jsI/AAAAAAAABO0/XW8qghpXtwk/s400/mom%26ky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504034914729401682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJCl-PLHVI/AAAAAAAABPE/NB0flSBzyyw/s400/mini%26big.jpg" /&gt;Mom and Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504038079234768834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJFeK8C_8I/AAAAAAAABPU/kDko-v84WNM/s400/DSCN4549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504038085240958258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJFehUCLTI/AAAAAAAABPc/kHt0HQdimKU/s400/DSCN4552.JPG" /&gt;We ate lunch at the pool side bar where the manager treated me to free drinks and lunch for my birthday. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504034888295206402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJCkbwxTgI/AAAAAAAABOs/TyhZU2tS_jk/s400/mama.jpg" /&gt; John playing with Jared. He's one happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504038071602450562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJFdugXEII/AAAAAAAABPM/8MAuAMvRS74/s400/DSCN4541.JPG" /&gt;Wubbas and I swam all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504034910054456146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJCls0lG1I/AAAAAAAABO8/sdy2qUHRHU4/s400/wub.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At four o'clock we checked out of the Hyatt and into our home for the week at the Marriott.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-3760588835543301574?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3760588835543301574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3760588835543301574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3760588835543301574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3760588835543301574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/paradise.html' title='paradise.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGJGn8ZGLAI/AAAAAAAABPs/6InOQ943A_o/s72-c/DSCN4524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4500318767929929616</id><published>2010-08-10T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:19:59.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kaua'i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday July 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to bed at 4, woke up at 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drove to the airport, checked bags, went through security and got on a plane with all of these lovely people headed for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAWAII&lt;/span&gt;! We landed in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaua'i&lt;/span&gt; after a five hour plane ride and began our week long party on the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8JpVOcBI/AAAAAAAABOc/bgDgCiYJDWs/s1600/DSCN4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027831011536914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8JpVOcBI/AAAAAAAABOc/bgDgCiYJDWs/s400/DSCN4516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mini Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8JAWPHxI/AAAAAAAABOU/LMLaQSAqaJ4/s1600/minime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027820009922322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8JAWPHxI/AAAAAAAABOU/LMLaQSAqaJ4/s400/minime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little Gauthier girls.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Jenna and Jocelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8I_SXr1I/AAAAAAAABOM/9kymYTKnKwA/s1600/airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027819725270866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8I_SXr1I/AAAAAAAABOM/9kymYTKnKwA/s400/airport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four years later... nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027798623946994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8HwrbCPI/AAAAAAAABN8/Zt2CzO8K6uo/s400/repeat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8IRNUiII/AAAAAAAABOE/ccMgyG46b1M/s1600/oh+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027807356061826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8IRNUiII/AAAAAAAABOE/ccMgyG46b1M/s400/oh+boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but I'm glad nothing has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4500318767929929616?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4500318767929929616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4500318767929929616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4500318767929929616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4500318767929929616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/kauai.html' title='kaua&apos;i'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGI8JpVOcBI/AAAAAAAABOc/bgDgCiYJDWs/s72-c/DSCN4516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1604800666479081094</id><published>2010-08-10T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:47:28.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best thing ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my all time favorite YouTube video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do an amazing impression!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMS0O3kknvk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMS0O3kknvk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1604800666479081094?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1604800666479081094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1604800666479081094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1604800666479081094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1604800666479081094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-this-ever.html' title='best thing ever.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4901317729010736178</id><published>2010-08-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:40:01.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate whatever I wanted in London, yes I fussed about gaining weight but who didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then I came home and lost it... and then some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to brag on myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[dad would say I love to brag]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I am looking pretty dang good these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is at least compared to about three and a half months ago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both of these pictures I have posted somewhere on this blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but when they are next to each other they look a little different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGIziln_FII/AAAAAAAABN0/UA1Zve31LIU/s1600/before%26after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504018363908560002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGIziln_FII/AAAAAAAABN0/UA1Zve31LIU/s400/before%26after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, that "before" shot on the left is EMBARASSINGGGGG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's not me anymore, thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel great and I worked hard to do so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to know my slim down secret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop eating more than your body needs and fruit is just as sweet as ANY dessert.&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/1432674275045792314-4901317729010736178?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4901317729010736178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4901317729010736178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4901317729010736178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4901317729010736178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/35-and-counting.html' title='35 and counting.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGIziln_FII/AAAAAAAABN0/UA1Zve31LIU/s72-c/before%26after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-778198799407334043</id><published>2010-08-10T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:26:11.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stanislaus county fair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer fair was a week earlier than it always is so I was only home for three days of it. Erin and I went to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blake Shelton&lt;/span&gt; and eat fair food. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;corn dogs&lt;/span&gt; at the fair are crispy, flaky, mouth watering goodness. I can not go a summer without one. Luckily I got two and downed both in about 5 minutes, and these things are about a foot and a half long. :) So you can tell just how much I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGD9OKb7yBI/AAAAAAAABNs/Tnwhgbm86Cw/s1600/39860_410313253774_712363774_4701101_2179621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503677164408260626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGD9OKb7yBI/AAAAAAAABNs/Tnwhgbm86Cw/s400/39860_410313253774_712363774_4701101_2179621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake Shelton was awesome minus the fat chicks dancing on the bench in front of us in mini shirts. That made me a little sick after stuffing my face with corn dogs and a milk barn strawberry milkshake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I live for the food at the county fair!&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/1432674275045792314-778198799407334043?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/778198799407334043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=778198799407334043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/778198799407334043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/778198799407334043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/stanislaus-county-fair.html' title='stanislaus county fair.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGD9OKb7yBI/AAAAAAAABNs/Tnwhgbm86Cw/s72-c/39860_410313253774_712363774_4701101_2179621_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-251901415629264839</id><published>2010-08-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:16:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new bike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early in July Erin and I decided one afternoon to drive to Modesto and look for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bikes&lt;/span&gt;. We both found the greatest bikes in the world at none other than super walmart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mine is a navy blue Schwinn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go for rides pretty much every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGD8HFRvkWI/AAAAAAAABNk/kQTvgULJCe4/s1600/38293_410314463774_712363774_4701143_6526795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503675943252627810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGD8HFRvkWI/AAAAAAAABNk/kQTvgULJCe4/s400/38293_410314463774_712363774_4701143_6526795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best purchase all summer!&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/1432674275045792314-251901415629264839?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/251901415629264839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=251901415629264839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/251901415629264839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/251901415629264839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-bike.html' title='new bike!'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGD8HFRvkWI/AAAAAAAABNk/kQTvgULJCe4/s72-c/38293_410314463774_712363774_4701143_6526795_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1996412926719048757</id><published>2010-08-09T22:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:02:49.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school... minus the school part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning of July I started to get a little "home"sick for my second home in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Idaho&lt;/span&gt; and all the amazing people that are there so I packed up a few things, hopped in the acura and made the 14 hour trek to Rexburg, ID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A five day trip turned into some of the most fun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt; of my life. Although finals were going on and graduation was on a few peoples minds we never stopped partying. My two week vacation at school consisted of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tanning at the sandbar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge bonfires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dancing in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clubbing&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[rexburg style]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday sand dune slip n' slide parties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BBQ's with the crew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best of concert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;late night Maverick runs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4a.m. adventures with Court &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cliff jumping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jackson Hole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meeting new friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laughing two weeks nonstop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spending time with my best friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fab Four aka The Queens of Rexburg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Courtney. Gina June. Macy. Allison.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663211021297970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDwh-BPaTI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yyp79LP91JI/s400/four.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDwh-BPaTI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yyp79LP91JI/s1600/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Crew&lt;/span&gt;. love every one of them.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663202247219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDwhdVVl9I/AAAAAAAABNU/zZBWnOkk7Rs/s400/38059_626318163154_193308435_35152930_5044737_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KSH is my love. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655620359059506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpoImVeDI/AAAAAAAABNE/jUA3SBETld4/s400/KSH2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Burkeeee! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655286191333938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpUruiojI/AAAAAAAABM8/ps0Qn9OUPsI/s400/stick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Carson. We go way back. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpUBeuc1I/AAAAAAAABM0/FRR3prQN78c/s1600/carson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655274850710354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpUBeuc1I/AAAAAAAABM0/FRR3prQN78c/s400/carson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kambri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpTx6TzFI/AAAAAAAABMs/ECSPIyFY4o4/s1600/kambri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655270671436882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpTx6TzFI/AAAAAAAABMs/ECSPIyFY4o4/s400/kambri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Volleyball tournament champs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpTUPwH5I/AAAAAAAABMk/4CxML8NUQ40/s1600/38029_626697937084_193306399_35164864_3892658_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655262708309906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpTUPwH5I/AAAAAAAABMk/4CxML8NUQ40/s400/38029_626697937084_193306399_35164864_3892658_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dunes Slip n' Slide&lt;/span&gt;. SO MUCH FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpS4NMiSI/AAAAAAAABMc/hxL0o5X4Lp0/s1600/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655255181396258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpS4NMiSI/AAAAAAAABMc/hxL0o5X4Lp0/s400/slide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Court aka Nannerpuss aka Miss Moogoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never meet a more funny person than this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503654383514017602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDogI_f30I/AAAAAAAABMM/LCUSRg7NbN4/s400/nannerpuss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sandbar&lt;/span&gt; seven times while I was visiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sandbar is a tiny spot on the snake river that has about four feet of sand, a slide and a swing set. Very oakey but perfect for laying out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also conveniently located down the street from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big J's&lt;/span&gt; where the greatest milkshakes in the world are made. We most definitely got one every time we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandbar crew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shayne, Hill, Dallas, Court, Kellie, Jackson, Grand, Hayden, Gina, Andy, Erik, Allison and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503654379900619282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDof7h_yhI/AAAAAAAABME/cYXWGoLI25M/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jefferson and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDogo7iuoI/AAAAAAAABMU/n8ZK-Xe57ig/s1600/jefferson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503654392087362178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDogo7iuoI/AAAAAAAABMU/n8ZK-Xe57ig/s400/jefferson2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allison, Chris, Court, Justin, Me and Chayce at the sandbar in St. Anthony &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503654368807425058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDofSNLFCI/AAAAAAAABL8/Nj0iaERs4hY/s400/sandbar2.jpg" /&gt; Allison and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDoeoSw6pI/AAAAAAAABL0/Sjpr-6is_Ho/s1600/bestfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503654357556587154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDoeoSw6pI/AAAAAAAABL0/Sjpr-6is_Ho/s400/bestfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Mere Meres and I love that she goes to school with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnoqtKTpI/AAAAAAAABLs/L6VSu9yeE4k/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503653430491238034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnoqtKTpI/AAAAAAAABLs/L6VSu9yeE4k/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would die without this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnoVgcVBI/AAAAAAAABLk/eVsG1YHkX5c/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503653424800748562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnoVgcVBI/AAAAAAAABLk/eVsG1YHkX5c/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lindsey, Anissa, Mere, Alyssa, Gina, Court, Me, Katy and Tiffany at the "best of" show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnnz9zqhI/AAAAAAAABLc/sn7_fhd9Gto/s1600/myladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503653415797107218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnnz9zqhI/AAAAAAAABLc/sn7_fhd9Gto/s400/myladies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 ft. bonfire at the "crack" got rained out... lovely huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnnhYLrVI/AAAAAAAABLU/mcueO4t6z6w/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503653410807459154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnnhYLrVI/AAAAAAAABLU/mcueO4t6z6w/s400/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday BBQ's and football games at Porter park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnnLdlv4I/AAAAAAAABLM/AX9kmN1GDyU/s1600/porter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503653404924559234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDnnLdlv4I/AAAAAAAABLM/AX9kmN1GDyU/s400/porter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best part of the trip was getting to spend every second with my best friend Allison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to miss this girl next Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503655627139593394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDpoh28NLI/AAAAAAAABNM/ZGHDMQvQJbE/s400/6.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;until september...&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/1432674275045792314-1996412926719048757?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1996412926719048757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1996412926719048757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1996412926719048757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1996412926719048757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-minus-school-part.html' title='back to school... minus the school part.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TGDwh-BPaTI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yyp79LP91JI/s72-c/four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1908736298584717552</id><published>2010-08-09T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:31:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lameeeeeeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of this summer I have thought my life is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;absolutely fabulous&lt;/span&gt;. I have done so many fun things and been around so many amazing people. Today is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; ones of those days. I have literally sat in my bed alone all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate lunch here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sat on facebook for who knows how long here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched a movie here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I even worked out here, in my bed&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[oh yeah it's possible]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know if I am the laziest person in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if I just need my own space for a little while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or if I realize that in less than a month I wont be able to enjoy such a large bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever the case is today my life kind of sucked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tortured myself by looking at pictures from London. This lead me to thinking about how alone I am here which then lead my to tears. After two minutes of crying I realized how pathetic I was being and bucked up a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What always makes me feel better is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;being productive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hence my blogging today&lt;/span&gt;. It has been at the top of my to do list pretty much all summer and I have been terrible at keeping up with my own life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on this extremely boring day I will catch up with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On to the next post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1908736298584717552?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1908736298584717552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1908736298584717552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1908736298584717552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1908736298584717552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/08/lameeeeeeeeeee.html' title='lameeeeeeeeeee.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4676369576662910861</id><published>2010-07-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:24:26.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>powell. [continued...finally]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's begun to get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; how far behind I am on blogging... I have edited this post at least ten times and I am hoping I am finally going to publish it tonight while I am on a vacation that I am sure will take me another few weeks to blog about. So finally on August 6th I am finishing up with June and Lake Powell. I would put this into several posts because it was a week long of some of the most fun I have had this summer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to drag this out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lake Powell&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most interestingly beautiful places I have ventured to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved every second of being there.&lt;br /&gt;and here are loads of pictures to prove it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and the sisters chillin on the Bu&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500706373639988194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvTYaJ4-I/AAAAAAAABK0/wTBStCwam4U/s400/sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New found loves, the Nash girls, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lindsey and Mandy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvToCuO2I/AAAAAAAABK8/cCDaqryvhNo/s1600/st.george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500701856193377666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrMbm89YI/AAAAAAAABKM/qJ87An-JAjA/s400/girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First day out on the boat surfing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steve looking like a very dapper surfer behind us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Left to right]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brady, Abby, Kylie, Mandy, Jake, Me, Matt&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500701843499753810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrLsUjoVI/AAAAAAAABJ8/5JmjSwJX6es/s400/boat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We hiked the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cliffs of insanity&lt;/span&gt; in the dead heat of the day to see this beauty....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rainbow Bridge&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500701850394843922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrMGAeWxI/AAAAAAAABKE/vNvdAR2nVPo/s400/bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Throughout the week we literally did just about everything you can behind a boat. Our whole family got up on single slalom skis [which is extremely hard... let me tell you], we tubed, we wake boarded, we cloud jumped, we wake skated, we knee boarded and we surfed. I have wake boarded since I can remember but lately, not sure why,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am a chicken&lt;/span&gt;. So I have now taken a new liking to riding a different board. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is nothing like surfing in the middle of this...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498077036814398002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X71cN8jI/AAAAAAAABJs/fllXxcHnFZU/s400/surf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's pretty fun to help a sista out. Get it Ky Ky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrM2SVXZI/AAAAAAAABKU/UA_dx9BQJug/s1600/kylie+surf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500701863354654098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrM2SVXZI/AAAAAAAABKU/UA_dx9BQJug/s400/kylie+surf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Nashes youngest son is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pete&lt;/span&gt;. If he were 15 years older I would make this boy mine. I, along with my entire family fell in love with this little guy at Powell. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498077026107536866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X7NjgNeI/AAAAAAAABJc/t1WUqJjESiY/s400/pete.jpg" /&gt;Kidfest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fourteen of us young adults&lt;/span&gt; including Mandy and Spencer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our houseboat had a lot of hormones to handle that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrLCSFzEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/6j2Efy2km4E/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500701832215120962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZrLCSFzEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/6j2Efy2km4E/s400/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last night on Powell we did a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[picture does it no justice]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bonfire.&lt;/span&gt; We cooked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s'mores and sang songs&lt;/span&gt;. The Nashes were impressed with our family because we knew all of the songs they usually sing.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [I guess no one else usually knows them]&lt;/span&gt; Thank you Falke camp outs haha! We also taught them a campfire song or two as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X7XKlkUI/AAAAAAAABJk/xBJ52zYthkk/s1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498077028687384898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X7XKlkUI/AAAAAAAABJk/xBJ52zYthkk/s400/group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby and I attempted to find wood for the campfire... big FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X6sScOHI/AAAAAAAABJU/R6YhFu_nFGs/s1600/wub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498077017177602162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X6sScOHI/AAAAAAAABJU/R6YhFu_nFGs/s400/wub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama and I had fun hanging out all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvSiNHW9I/AAAAAAAABKs/cxuROhq9fKY/s1600/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500706359089781714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvSiNHW9I/AAAAAAAABKs/cxuROhq9fKY/s400/mama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few of the lovely ladies of the houseboat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Left to Right]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shauna, Lynn, Me, Mama, Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvSOWD8qI/AAAAAAAABKk/WaSi9YY0HAw/s1600/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500706353758597794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvSOWD8qI/AAAAAAAABKk/WaSi9YY0HAw/s400/the+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last night was hilarious and extremely entertaining, all we needed was my camera. Ky, Abby, Brady, Lindsey and I stayed up until I'm assuming around three and took about five hundred pictures of ourselves just laying in out cushion and sleeping bag beds under the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lots of laughs attached to each photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498077006849681186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TE0X6F0EpyI/AAAAAAAABJM/ck1n7bdOztA/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;The fam-bam had one heck of a long drive home, so we stopped in St. George after three hours in the car for our third helping of Cafe Rio salads and a short lived walk around the St. George temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the fourth new temple I have seen this year and I'll admit it was my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Sorry London you're in second.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500706377836673890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvToCuO2I/AAAAAAAABK8/cCDaqryvhNo/s400/st.george.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We then sadly left the land of many Mormons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drove six more hours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spent a night in Vegas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got a flat tire in Barstow the next morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had a two hour wait for AAA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and after yet another six hours in the car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we pulled into the very welcoming driveway of the place we call home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Home has the best feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovely week that was followed up with lots of limeaway for our waterspot covered Bu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4676369576662910861?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4676369576662910861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4676369576662910861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4676369576662910861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4676369576662910861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/07/powell-continuedfinally.html' title='powell. [continued...finally]'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TFZvTYaJ4-I/AAAAAAAABK0/wTBStCwam4U/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-381773358077103781</id><published>2010-07-13T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:05:57.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear friend Rachel facebooked me the other day to order a blog update so picking up from almost a month ago... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 20th of June the fam and I took off for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lake Powell&lt;/span&gt; with the Bu trailing behind us. It was a surprisingly quick 14 hours in the car watching movie after movie but we eventually pulled into Wahweap marina around 11:00 p.m., unloaded our stuff and met all of the families staying on the houseboat with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed on Nash’s houseboat along with their friends the Rowleys and Smiths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After loading the houseboat with 22 people and all the stuff needed for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;week in heaven&lt;/span&gt;, we made our beds under the stars, got a good nights rest and were ready to set off in the morning. Around 9:00 a.m. we were towed out of the marina and started our engines for Last Chance Cove later known as Twelve Moon Bay. It was a fun four hour ride there and I laid out on the deck to get some much needed sun. Once we were to our destination we tied up the houseboat and untied the boats for some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wake boarding, slalom skiing,wake surfing and tubing&lt;/span&gt;. This continued for the next week and I will post more of our adventures later today.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493555378711691810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TD0HgsYMAiI/AAAAAAAABJE/5PWtm74orUo/s400/surfing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to lie... I'm a pretty good wake surfer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-381773358077103781?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/381773358077103781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=381773358077103781&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/381773358077103781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/381773358077103781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/07/powell.html' title='Powell.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TD0HgsYMAiI/AAAAAAAABJE/5PWtm74orUo/s72-c/surfing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4567585240092429286</id><published>2010-06-17T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:20:04.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture without the approval.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this is a drop dead gorgeous woman, with no filter from her brain to her mouth but I wouldn't have her any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBoQuIMpC1I/AAAAAAAABI8/za1QjBO8OFQ/s1600/mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483713880937532242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBoQuIMpC1I/AAAAAAAABI8/za1QjBO8OFQ/s400/mommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The greatest compliment is when I am told &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am like my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I will finish with catching up tomorrow, it's 5:18 and I am sleepy]&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/1432674275045792314-4567585240092429286?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4567585240092429286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4567585240092429286&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4567585240092429286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4567585240092429286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-without-approval.html' title='picture without the approval.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBoQuIMpC1I/AAAAAAAABI8/za1QjBO8OFQ/s72-c/mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5166404518764475617</id><published>2010-06-17T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:07:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of memorial weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday May 30,2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Church. Pool. Nap. to the Gauthier's for dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the menu:&lt;/span&gt; Ribs, Corn on the Cob, Baked Beans, Asparagus, Potato Salad, Homemade Rolls with honey-cinnamon butter, and Brownies with Banana Split ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three weeks later and I still remember everything we ate. Why? Because no one cooks ribs like John and Jill cook ribs. My mouth is salivating thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entertainment:&lt;/span&gt; Listening to Dad try to deny John's celebrity status, Kiddos in the pool, Girl talk with Jill, Mom and Ky, Watching Jared try to figure out what potato salad is and this little girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9vxowkZI/AAAAAAAABI0/H-Al4WQRdqE/s1600/minime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483693018520261010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9vxowkZI/AAAAAAAABI0/H-Al4WQRdqE/s400/minime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mini my. In every way possible. It's almost scary just how alike we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; Amazing Sunday. Always a party with our best family friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday was Memorial day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were in school I would not have school but I am not in school so I don't have school anyways, haha confused yet?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With out five year tradition stay strong it was back to the choppy waters of DonP with the Stiles, still newlyweds Nate and Mckae and of course Abby's friends Davis and Marco. The Bu was just the way it should be, full!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise, Mom, Mckae and I decided we would go on a somewhat calm girls ride on the tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My faces in the next few photos show how I felt about the "calm"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[double click on each photo to enlarge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not even going and we're all doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9jqdPOlI/AAAAAAAABIc/0pVy1jrLgbc/s1600/DSC02805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483692810434460242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9jqdPOlI/AAAAAAAABIc/0pVy1jrLgbc/s400/DSC02805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little bit nervous on my part but Mama is apparently loving it in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9i9ED8UI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZgaYGAp5cOE/s1600/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483692798249267522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9i9ED8UI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZgaYGAp5cOE/s400/DSC02814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me thinking I am about to die,&lt;br /&gt;Mckae with perfectly pointed toes but little scared,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Denise loving life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9iX9FrRI/AAAAAAAABIM/XivkXDSUNEo/s1600/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483692788287909138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9iX9FrRI/AAAAAAAABIM/XivkXDSUNEo/s400/DSC02828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We told dad to cut it soon after this because Mom's arms were about to fall off. I guess staying on the back in much harder than it looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like a sissy but what came next was no calm girls ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason I agreed to be accompanied by Camille, Davis and Marco for a quick crazy ride before getting back to the dock. After hand signals, I didn't see, being given to my dad to go faster the crazy factor came into play. Two minutes after we got going we found ourselves face to face with a rogue title wave that launched us all about&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; five feet in the air&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently we flipped all sorts of crazy ways because somehow my calf hit Marco's face and Davis' arm whacked my writs. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I remember though is being in the water after, not happy and having to recover my suit bottoms that had found their way to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa laughed, I did not find this funny because I had been able to manage wake boarding and the tube all while keeping my hair dry for the previous six hours. I was sopping wet head to toe when the sun decided to hide behind a mass of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to me I made daddy-o fill up the ballast, take down the tube, and let me surf which we weren't going to do because of time. He agreed and in about ten minutes I was numb in the water and ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9vNuX8HI/AAAAAAAABIs/a1PM6gUBOqI/s1600/surf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483693008880136306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9vNuX8HI/AAAAAAAABIs/a1PM6gUBOqI/s400/surf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This made the whole crash and bruises that lasted two weeks well worth it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wake surfing &lt;/span&gt;makes my feel like less of a wuss because no little girl could handle the wave my boat had behind it. Thanks papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9jxVlBQI/AAAAAAAABIk/xb-Ydhrsols/s1600/surf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483692812281382146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9jxVlBQI/AAAAAAAABIk/xb-Ydhrsols/s400/surf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9h0ldwnI/AAAAAAAABIE/h81M4HEaJbg/s1600/kykyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483692778793583218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9h0ldwnI/AAAAAAAABIE/h81M4HEaJbg/s400/kykyme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wouldn't have been here without good ol' Eyjafjallajoekull.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who would have guessed a volcano would change my plans for the summer of 2010. Thank you Iceland for giving me my family and the lake this summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5166404518764475617?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5166404518764475617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5166404518764475617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5166404518764475617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5166404518764475617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/06/rest-of-memorial-weekend.html' title='the rest of memorial weekend.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBn9vxowkZI/AAAAAAAABI0/H-Al4WQRdqE/s72-c/minime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7322399257324420997</id><published>2010-06-17T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T03:33:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the begining of some beautiful tan lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am a fan of tan lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprising coming from a girl who worked in a tanning salon, a place where tan lines don't exist, for two years isn't it? Tan lines tell a story. Sometimes tan lines say, "I am married although I am not wearing my actual ring at the moment", or "I like to wear v-neck tee shirts" and my favorite, "This part of my body hasn't seen the sun in X amount of years because I was on a mission [thank you Hailey]". This summer I am hoping my tan lines will say, "I became extremely pale in London but now I spend lots of time in a swimsuit".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways May 29, 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's June 17th and I am just finishing May, lazy me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fam bam along with Camille and our two favorite Ashleys [Gleason and Falzone] paid yet another visit to the great lake of Don Pedro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu-uwmiQI/AAAAAAAABH8/0UPTKFfntZQ/s1600/ashley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483676782771472642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu-uwmiQI/AAAAAAAABH8/0UPTKFfntZQ/s400/ashley1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a blast minus my mood swings. Sorry mama and papa, having our own boat to take care of kind of stresses me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[but not only me]&lt;/span&gt; out sometimes. Honestly though the little bits of fits are forgotten soon after and we are left with amazing and happy looking pictures :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will never see me anywhere but in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; of this tube. I have lost my gusto for being whip lashed off the tube. Even my mother than is twenty something years my senior likes more excitement on the tube than I do, and I am still technically a teen [what?!]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu-PqU5DI/AAAAAAAABH0/wtLEIa8uEGo/s1600/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483676774423651378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu-PqU5DI/AAAAAAAABH0/wtLEIa8uEGo/s400/DSC02384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is never a dull moment out on the water with mama. Her laughs combined with little whooping noises are the cure to any bad mood, hilarious! For some reason Ashley and I started screaming hysterically, I guess that's just what we do. This got me out of my funk and ready for our ride and I was left with a sexy deep voice for the next few days. Need anger therapy, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt; at the top of your lungs for a second. It works wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu9jDiCyI/AAAAAAAABHs/8d1WPMj85hw/s1600/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483676762449775394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu9jDiCyI/AAAAAAAABHs/8d1WPMj85hw/s400/DSC02392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom yet again just about killed Papa, Ashley F., Ky and Camille who is somewhere on the back but they seamed to love their tube ride. Lets just say I doubt I'll be on the other side of that rope when she takes the wheel, too crazy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483676751172301506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu85CxcsI/AAAAAAAABHk/RdzyKTG1wD0/s400/DSC02443.JPG" /&gt;As always, I was photographer on the Bu. So in honor of myself I snapped a few pictures... of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu8YBzePI/AAAAAAAABHc/_bJvve1dx2o/s1600/sony2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483676742309869810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu8YBzePI/AAAAAAAABHc/_bJvve1dx2o/s400/sony2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm kind of in love with this photograph and the blue tinted mass of my favorite combination of elements surrounding me in it.&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/1432674275045792314-7322399257324420997?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7322399257324420997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7322399257324420997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7322399257324420997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7322399257324420997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/06/begining-of-some-beautiful-tan-lines.html' title='the begining of some beautiful tan lines.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/TBnu-uwmiQI/AAAAAAAABH8/0UPTKFfntZQ/s72-c/ashley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6314251453611451523</id><published>2010-06-17T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:35:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am officially &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out of reasons&lt;/span&gt; to keep putting off blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been at the top of my to do list everyday for the past three weeks. I literally have no idea what is wrong with me. Each night before I go to bed I make two lists. One list for things I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;need to do&lt;/span&gt; that day and another for things I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;want to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I know very OCD but that's how I work].&lt;/span&gt; I get extreme satisfaction out of crossing off something on my to do list. For some reason there have been two constant thing that have remained at the top of each list for far too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From my want to do list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Blog [So I actually remember my most likely last full summer at home]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and from my need to do list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Go to the DMV and renew my licence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we all know why that one has been on there so long. In my mind the DMV is just about as close to hell as you can here on Earth, I'm not a fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight was all set to spend my night blogging and as my last entries have been posted so late you can guess I am quite the night owl. I was all set around ten o'clock when for some reason which I was so thankful for, I WAS TIRED. My bedtime as of late has been around the hours of three and four in the morning and I considered it a blessing to be getting droopy eyed at ten! Dreams were shattered &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[literally]&lt;/span&gt; though when I was awoken about twenty minutes ago by my bladder. Why wont my body let me sleep?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am taking this wake up as a sign to update my life on the Internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe crossing off one more thing today will let me drift into a sweet slumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to make this post too long so I think I'll stretch the last three weeks into a few posts. On to the next one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-6314251453611451523?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6314251453611451523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6314251453611451523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6314251453611451523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6314251453611451523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/06/out.html' title='out.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3168778164973567277</id><published>2010-05-30T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:30:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy practice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been lucky enough to be able to watch the Gauthier kids a few times a week, they are my favorites! Friday was just another one of the many fantastic days I have spent with Jacob, Jessica, Jenna [mini me] Jocelyn and Jared. We had a picnic in the park, colored and jumped on the trampoline. We played on the playground, sang Jared to sleep, snacked on apples with peanut butter and played with puppies.  If it weren't for the Gauthier kids I would be a hermit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jared had begun to grace our ears with his adorable voice. He LOVES saying his families names... here's a video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="397" height="278" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-65cfc263333917ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65cfc263333917ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C80CA6EE5EF7DD1292C84BC9609D92A6E5601E5.10B78618EC5E085EF4DFC992B52F4948FE627CCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65cfc263333917ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqFxW9uN9wvqjA-kDi73GIm75-x0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="397" height="278" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65cfc263333917ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C80CA6EE5EF7DD1292C84BC9609D92A6E5601E5.10B78618EC5E085EF4DFC992B52F4948FE627CCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65cfc263333917ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqFxW9uN9wvqjA-kDi73GIm75-x0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry no pictures. Wasn't looking too cute Friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-3168778164973567277?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3168778164973567277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3168778164973567277&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3168778164973567277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3168778164973567277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-practice.html' title='mommy practice.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2960541450529614461</id><published>2010-05-29T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:28:19.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gary coleman. RIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v17lMr0j2D8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v17lMr0j2D8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-2960541450529614461?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2960541450529614461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2960541450529614461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2960541450529614461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2960541450529614461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/gary-coleman-rip.html' title='gary coleman. RIP.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5806806345167660065</id><published>2010-05-28T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:07:35.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have slept all day but Mom woke me around noon. I got ready for the day by throwing on a ball cap. It's still raining and there is no use to do anything with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; dentist&lt;/span&gt; to get my teeth cleaned &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[it had been a while, a long while]&lt;/span&gt; and to have a check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cavity free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ky came along as well, she has her first three cavities. I guess that's payback for the countless ones Abby and I had filled as little ones. She's nervous but I told her a filling no biggie and she even has the promise of a little laughing gas. If I could listen to those squealing drills at seven years old and not freak out, I am sure she will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came home and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;played with Wags&lt;/span&gt; for a bit. I love our pup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_-DZBXW7WI/AAAAAAAABHU/lYeZfW-Evnc/s1600/wags1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476240137792187746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_-DZBXW7WI/AAAAAAAABHU/lYeZfW-Evnc/s400/wags1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight the Falke family had a few gatherings to attend. All but me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I had four loads of laundry to finish] &lt;/span&gt;went to Julia Godwin's graduation party. They made me feel guilty by telling me how much fun they had and how amazing the food and cake &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[made by Lisa]&lt;/span&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then went to our Stake Presidency's release &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;. It was great to see so many familiar faces. I love our church, each member is always cheery and loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardest part of the night was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passing up the dessert table&lt;/span&gt; in all of it's chocolaty glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mormons make the best treats, but I am staying strong with cutting out junk I don't need. After a month off this, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which will be in a week and a half&lt;/span&gt;, I will let myself indulge once in a while but the satisfaction I get when I see those dropping numbers on my scale is worth much more to me than any fudge dipped brownie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once home I found myself reading Nie Nie's blog yet again. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now for the reason this post is titled awful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around midnight Mom came into my room and told me she would tuck me in because it was getting late and tomorrow I have to wake up much earlier than I did today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got all feisty and said "I knowwww mommmmm". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asked me if it was that time of month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[this always makes me a little mad, even if it is that time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I very rudely said, "stop nagging me about it, it's annoying"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After about two minutes of bitterness, a flood tears started to roll down my cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do I treat the person who I love the most worse than someone I barely know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have given anything in the world to have her tuck me in bed while I lived in London for four months or even tell me that it was late and I should think about getting to bed. I know I am an odd one who thrives on little to no sleep, but that is no excuse to speak unkindly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure my mom thought very lightly of my comments, kissed papa goodnight and dozed off into dreamland. I on the other hand did not and still have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom is my best friend and I can not remember the last time I went to bed with out telling her that I love her before tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate going to bed feeling like this. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom I know you will read this in the morning... I am so sorry and I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... my short hair again fits into a euro chic mini bun on top of my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means it's time for a hair cut or else the part of me that dreads getting ready each day will take over and this...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476240131492538626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_-DYp5Z6QI/AAAAAAAABHM/B571VE70U9M/s400/hair.jpg" /&gt; will become a daily hairstyle. It's alright for the gym and babysitting, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5806806345167660065?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5806806345167660065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5806806345167660065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5806806345167660065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5806806345167660065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/awful.html' title='awful...'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_-DZBXW7WI/AAAAAAAABHU/lYeZfW-Evnc/s72-c/wags1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8836489472943364694</id><published>2010-05-28T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:12:04.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>downpour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I thought Wednesday's rain was heavy... yesterday was even worse &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[or better depending on the way you look at it].&lt;/span&gt; John and Jill had quickly stopped by to drop something off to Mom. I ran outside to see the kids in the car it started trickling. After they had drove off Mom pointed out thunder and I knew exactly what my next move would be. I dashed into my room, threw off my denim, put on some gym shorts and ran outside to enjoy the peace of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rain falling gently on my face&lt;/span&gt;. Ky ran out there with me because she was still in her gym clothes and we soon found ourselves being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drenched in the downpour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99yGUXMwI/AAAAAAAABHE/RJHU6ygtE00/s1600/rainn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476233971548762882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99yGUXMwI/AAAAAAAABHE/RJHU6ygtE00/s400/rainn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have loved the last few days of being able to run in the rain, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;carefree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That is when I love it the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two enthusiastic thumbs up from me and Ky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99x9R08gI/AAAAAAAABG8/g8ikUq3qJtg/s1600/rainn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476233969122210306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99x9R08gI/AAAAAAAABG8/g8ikUq3qJtg/s400/rainn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99xap5XCI/AAAAAAAABG0/LFC64wijUQ4/s1600/rainn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476233959827921954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99xap5XCI/AAAAAAAABG0/LFC64wijUQ4/s400/rainn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rain is beautiful. It makes me feel more alive.&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/1432674275045792314-8836489472943364694?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8836489472943364694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8836489472943364694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8836489472943364694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8836489472943364694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/downpour.html' title='downpour.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_99yGUXMwI/AAAAAAAABHE/RJHU6ygtE00/s72-c/rainn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1158713225203267708</id><published>2010-05-27T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T05:04:30.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't sleep. not a surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As of right now it is 4:55 in the morning and I have not been able to sleep a wink mainly because I haven't tried. This is a terrible habit I form during the summer when I am home. I stay up all hours of the night and then sleep in and waste my day away. Tonight I have been completely consumed with &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;the nie nie dialogues&lt;/a&gt;. I am sure many of you have watched her video on the Mormon Messages YouTube page or posted by someone else. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KHDvxPjsm8E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="380" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight I read her blog for the first time after I stumbled upon it around 10:00 after I had finished watching Man vs. Food with my Papa. Yes, I have spent almost seven hours that I should have been deep in a sweet slumber reading countless post by this inspiring woman. I am completely amazed as I read about her constant struggles, day to day activities, her testimony and knowledge of the gospel and the love for her children and husband. I have found myself in tears many times tonight and I have been deeply touched by her words. I want to be like Stephanie when I grow up. I want to have a husband like hers that will do anything for me and that I love more than anything. I want to have kids that want me to kiss their boo-boos better and that I want to hug and kiss all day long. Someday, but for now I can live through her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I picked a few of my favorite tear jerkers; if you have a tissue handy and feel like reading here they are... &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2009/04/nie-on-being-alone.html"&gt;on being alone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-letter.html"&gt;love-letter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2008/03/readn-me.html"&gt;read me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-my-blog-will-go-on-and-on.html"&gt;my blog will go on and on&lt;/a&gt;, and this &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-gift-and-message.html"&gt;free gift and message&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and one to make you laugh... &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2008/04/nienie-get-your-gun.html"&gt;get your gun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1158713225203267708?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1158713225203267708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1158713225203267708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1158713225203267708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1158713225203267708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-sleep.html' title='can&apos;t sleep. not a surprise.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5641865093760243617</id><published>2010-05-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:05:06.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>odd weather we're having, eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year around this time [the supposed beginning of summer] Turlock's thermometers read around 90 degrees. Yesterday London decided it missed me and sent me a little present in the form of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;precipitation&lt;/span&gt;.  Around 6:00 p.m. after the rain had let up just a little I found myself in my wellies running around in the rain. I had Abby come out there with me and Mom got the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This picture shows our personalities to a T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3XdomsoBI/AAAAAAAABGs/4b_SrDzv47k/s1600/rain3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475769626068295698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3XdomsoBI/AAAAAAAABGs/4b_SrDzv47k/s400/rain3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jumping in the rain... very original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3XdOhekdI/AAAAAAAABGk/lHctxJOj72E/s1600/rain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475769619067081170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3XdOhekdI/AAAAAAAABGk/lHctxJOj72E/s400/rain2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretending I am in the London rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3Xc8nbgzI/AAAAAAAABGc/qrxh-s3JgnI/s1600/rain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475769614260208434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3Xc8nbgzI/AAAAAAAABGc/qrxh-s3JgnI/s400/rain1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Occasionally while walking the streets of London on a sunny day I would get hit with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flash flood&lt;/span&gt; so I would always have my target umbrella [R.I.P] or this little Cath Kitson &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;umbrella &lt;/span&gt;handy in my purse. It saved me many times and it was fun to bring it out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love the rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-5641865093760243617?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5641865093760243617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5641865093760243617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5641865093760243617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5641865093760243617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/odd-weather-were-having-eh.html' title='odd weather we&apos;re having, eh?'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3XdomsoBI/AAAAAAAABGs/4b_SrDzv47k/s72-c/rain3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4726410972675163642</id><published>2010-05-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:04:28.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when did my little sister grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday this beautiful girl turned 17.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3GuQsaGwI/AAAAAAAABGM/bK135AdUn3U/s1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475751220009900802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3GuQsaGwI/AAAAAAAABGM/bK135AdUn3U/s400/a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her birthday started off by being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woken up at 12:18&lt;/span&gt; to loud screams and lots of shaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James, Marco, Ty and Camille had made Abs a huge sign that said we love our 17 year old plus tons of their inside jokes and little things they say all the time written on it. We went into Abby's pitch black room, turned on the lights and started &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yelling happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;. At first she had no idea what was going on and it was quite funny. Camille had to be home right after so I didn't get any pictures of her with Ab. The boys stayed for a while and talked and laughed with the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3Gt7gIjwI/AAAAAAAABGE/04JVjkTcjY4/s1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475751214321274626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3Gt7gIjwI/AAAAAAAABGE/04JVjkTcjY4/s400/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a video of the whole thing as it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d5ee63c1b5c68eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d5ee63c1b5c68eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1820D5B74A8120CDF3D7B9BA377585B31E62699C.D05F0D1F8B3F549ABD85BF25DAD4C476D708CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d5ee63c1b5c68eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDKWBwRI2lUj9GaeOgtkH3bK79TQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d5ee63c1b5c68eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1820D5B74A8120CDF3D7B9BA377585B31E62699C.D05F0D1F8B3F549ABD85BF25DAD4C476D708CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d5ee63c1b5c68eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDKWBwRI2lUj9GaeOgtkH3bK79TQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing had only gone to bed about twenty minutes before her friends and family &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interrupted her beauty rest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3GtfirnqI/AAAAAAAABF8/P9g8POFO--4/s1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475751206815768226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3GtfirnqI/AAAAAAAABF8/P9g8POFO--4/s400/a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; for our ward is bright and early starting at 8:30 a.m. and our lovely father had assigned this sleepy birthday girl to speak in church. She did a wonderful job and we enjoyed the rest of church. After church the whole family had lunch and watched Abby open &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;Wubbas and I then laid in my bed looking through all sorts of blogs and talking although we soon found ourselves catching up on some of the sleep we had lost the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3Gs2TEJ8I/AAAAAAAABF0/8y3TJzSc3TY/s1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475751195744413634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3Gs2TEJ8I/AAAAAAAABF0/8y3TJzSc3TY/s400/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right after we woke up it was time to go back to the church for Brad and Maylin's newest addition to the family to receive his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baby's blessing&lt;/span&gt;. I was so excited because I had not seen my cousins since Christmas. Another added excitement came as we pulled into the parking lot and I saw my uncle Rob and heard that auntie Robin was inside as well. They moved to Ohio when I was about thirteen so seeing them is quite a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After little Ryken's blessing the entire Falke clan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(just missing a few)&lt;/span&gt; went to Nanny and Pop's house for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday dinner&lt;/span&gt;. It was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;full house&lt;/span&gt; with Nanny and Pop, Rob and Robin, Dad and Mom, Matt and Dorthy, Scott and Kulei, Ryan and Steph + Connor and Addison, Brad and Maylin + Galla, Finn, Paisley and Ryken, Russell and his girlfriend Melissa, Kylie, Amy, Me, Neil, Abby, Jenny and Hannah. Our close friends, who are practically family, the Stiles were there along with Abby's friends James and Marco too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In total thirty-six people, that is my kind of family gathering.&lt;/span&gt; Normally there are about twelve there for Sundays but with the college kids home, including myself, The Rob Falke crew and our friends we tripled the normal crowd. We ate, talked, laughed and had cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby had her nose buttered by Pop, which is a Falke family tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3SQp3MI9I/AAAAAAAABGU/79WU97v6LE0/s1600/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475763905509467090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3SQp3MI9I/AAAAAAAABGU/79WU97v6LE0/s400/DSC02058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once most of the family had cleared out we came home to get into the spa and have sparkling cider, which is another tradition on birthdays in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby said,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "This is the best birthday ever!"&lt;/span&gt; so I think it was a success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4726410972675163642?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4726410972675163642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4726410972675163642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4726410972675163642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4726410972675163642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-did-my-little-sister-grow-up.html' title='when did my little sister grow up?'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_3GuQsaGwI/AAAAAAAABGM/bK135AdUn3U/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1288767909974800302</id><published>2010-05-25T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:55:52.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ashley Gleason&lt;/span&gt; has been my best friend since as far back as I can remember. She is currently living in Sacramento where she works and goes to school at Sac State.&lt;br /&gt;Words can not express how much I miss this girl when we are apart so you can imagine just how excited I was when she texted me a week ago to tell me she was coming to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;visit Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. The funny thing is when we get together it's like we've never be separated. We pick up on everything we left off on and get to tell each other all we have been up to. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_yEmrrTygI/AAAAAAAABFE/ghz11fTrHb8/s1600/meandash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475397047069952514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_yEmrrTygI/AAAAAAAABFE/ghz11fTrHb8/s400/meandash2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday, when Ash got here we hung around the house, ran a few errands and went to the mall. Although we didn't do anything epic it was one of the most fun days I have had since being home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_yEl0vJ12I/AAAAAAAABE8/biCs5I95u80/s1600/meandash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475397032322127714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_yEl0vJ12I/AAAAAAAABE8/biCs5I95u80/s400/meandash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ash and I all dressed up on Halloween 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_28ykxGVFI/AAAAAAAABFM/Yug02XBotjY/s1600/ash3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740299001484370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_28ykxGVFI/AAAAAAAABFM/Yug02XBotjY/s400/ash3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Church activities were always more fun because Ashley and I went to all of them together. We would go to every &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SNA's&lt;/span&gt; and all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dance performances&lt;/span&gt; together. We also went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girls camp&lt;/span&gt; every summer together for five years and as youth counselors the last two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_28zPJfvuI/AAAAAAAABFU/5bkTkr5Gir0/s1600/ash5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740310378102498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_28zPJfvuI/AAAAAAAABFU/5bkTkr5Gir0/s400/ash5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four summers in a row Ashley and I attended&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; EFY&lt;/span&gt;. We would always go on the week that would include both of our birthdays and would have so much fun celebrating together. We have made countless memories and I can't help but think of Ash whenever I am in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_280I1dYlI/AAAAAAAABFk/2_YhT4OmwH8/s1600/ash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740325863318098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_280I1dYlI/AAAAAAAABFk/2_YhT4OmwH8/s400/ash2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... more EFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_28zumTCrI/AAAAAAAABFc/CUA-xOBZAp8/s1600/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740318820403890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_28zumTCrI/AAAAAAAABFc/CUA-xOBZAp8/s400/ash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Labor Day 2006 in Yosemite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_280Yl6AhI/AAAAAAAABFs/l4dnH1ZlF2k/s1600/ash4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740330093052434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_280Yl6AhI/AAAAAAAABFs/l4dnH1ZlF2k/s400/ash4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of all Ash is one of the few people that can make me laugh no matter what kind of mood I am in. She has always been there for me and I love her to death! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is never a dull moment when Ashley is around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-1288767909974800302?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1288767909974800302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1288767909974800302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1288767909974800302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1288767909974800302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-years-and-counting.html' title='10 years and counting.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_yEmrrTygI/AAAAAAAABFE/ghz11fTrHb8/s72-c/meandash2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7104999830185638843</id><published>2010-05-21T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:07:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to baking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While living in London I slowly became &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;addicted to food blogs&lt;/span&gt; and by the end of my time there I would literally sit in bed at night looking through my favorites just dreaming about what I would bake and cook upon my return home. To my surprise tonight was the first time I baked since coming back to the states and I have been here almost four weeks now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Salted Caramel Dark Chocolate Chunk Cookies&lt;/span&gt; and I got the recipe from my favorite blog &lt;a href="http://picky-palate.com/"&gt;Picky Palate&lt;/a&gt;. Jenny, who writes the blog is adorable and I absolutely love reading all the fun things she writes about the amazing food she makes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473624700474921554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_Y4qiGcklI/AAAAAAAABE0/2mG-PAApdTM/s400/cookies.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I have gone two weeks and two days with out touching a single carb, having a drink of soda or an ounce of sugar, until tonight. This morning I got on the scale and saw that the number was ten less that it was three weeks ago. I decided a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;treat was in order&lt;/span&gt;. I got busy around two o'clock when I had planned to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;make cookies&lt;/span&gt; but about seven hours later dough was in the oven and filling the air with sweet chocolaty aroma that made my mouth water. I could only get myself to guzzle down half a cookie, wimp! But it was a delicious half of a cookie!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473624695056249090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_Y4qN6iMQI/AAAAAAAABEs/qAriJLC8gjE/s400/cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As my mother would say... YUM-O!&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/1432674275045792314-7104999830185638843?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7104999830185638843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7104999830185638843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7104999830185638843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7104999830185638843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-baking.html' title='back to baking.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_Y4qiGcklI/AAAAAAAABE0/2mG-PAApdTM/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5613221811820702974</id><published>2010-05-18T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:39:47.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance festival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday Kylie and Abby were both in our stake's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dance festival&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby was in the Cha-Cha, Western, Disco, Lindy Hop and an all girls number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kylie danced the Samba, Rumba and a smooth foxtrot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They both danced beautifully and looked gorgeous. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MfHdZmNbI/AAAAAAAABEc/_ydtDosxIEk/s1600/dancefest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472752185196819890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MfHdZmNbI/AAAAAAAABEc/_ydtDosxIEk/s400/dancefest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did Ky's hair that morning and I was fairly proud at my first attempt of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ballroom hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MjXQA-B6I/AAAAAAAABEk/Dl2YX-Iah14/s1600/DSCN3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472756854528280482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MjXQA-B6I/AAAAAAAABEk/Dl2YX-Iah14/s400/DSCN3896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emron&lt;/span&gt; came down from the Bay area to watch as well so I wasn't too lonely up in the stands for both performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MfHNjBljI/AAAAAAAABEU/wuOUcGO58sw/s1600/emron%26seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472752180941395506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MfHNjBljI/AAAAAAAABEU/wuOUcGO58sw/s400/emron%26seth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom and Dad left&lt;/span&gt; around 4:30 Saturday morning for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hawaii &lt;/span&gt;so I played camera and video man for them. Let me just say I am not one to walk around and take pictures of people... haha my selfish side comes out and I always want to be in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missed you mom and dad but I know your having fun without us.&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/1432674275045792314-5613221811820702974?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5613221811820702974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5613221811820702974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5613221811820702974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5613221811820702974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-festival.html' title='dance festival.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MfHdZmNbI/AAAAAAAABEc/_ydtDosxIEk/s72-c/dancefest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-1154407908562681497</id><published>2010-05-18T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:11:39.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reliving high school in the audience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night was Abby's spring &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Madrigals concert&lt;/span&gt;. Our whole family went to support her from right in the front row. We got to see her preform with her Madrigals group and then with a smaller more elite group she is in called "Pink Ladies". She sounded wonderful as well as the rest of her choir. They even sung a few numbers that Ky and I did back in the days when we were both in Madrigals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZJbWmTkI/AAAAAAAABEM/vroPrEA4qxA/s1600/concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472745621937344066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZJbWmTkI/AAAAAAAABEM/vroPrEA4qxA/s400/concert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was funny for me to think back at all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonderful times&lt;/span&gt; I spent in that choir room rehearsing for hours and hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me Ky and our two cousins Russell and Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I know I look completely different my freshmen year than I do now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZI08xr_I/AAAAAAAABEE/pXYW9LO5mK0/s1600/backintheday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472745611628490738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZI08xr_I/AAAAAAAABEE/pXYW9LO5mK0/s400/backintheday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Madrigals group had the opportunity to go to New York and sing in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carnegie Hall&lt;/span&gt; under the direction of John Rutter. It was a trip I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Abby's choir still wears the same dresses we did.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZIoqKGOI/AAAAAAAABD8/LBfua11WbWg/s1600/mads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472745608329173218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZIoqKGOI/AAAAAAAABD8/LBfua11WbWg/s400/mads.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;High school seems like forever ago already but the memories never fade.&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/1432674275045792314-1154407908562681497?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/1154407908562681497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=1154407908562681497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1154407908562681497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/1154407908562681497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/reliving-high-school-in-audience.html' title='reliving high school in the audience.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_MZJbWmTkI/AAAAAAAABEM/vroPrEA4qxA/s72-c/concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4639620480643824025</id><published>2010-05-18T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:14:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don p.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most people are still in school but as my summer started about three weeks ago I have been trying to fill my time with fun activities. One of these activities is a weekly jaunt out to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lake Don Pedro&lt;/span&gt; to have lunch and take the boat for a spin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took Abby's friends James and Marco and Ky's dance partner Seth with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML9G8Rt4I/AAAAAAAABDs/QIkgtWpw9GI/s1600/newboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472731116648642434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML9G8Rt4I/AAAAAAAABDs/QIkgtWpw9GI/s400/newboat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been extremely impressed with my sweet mother lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first time we took the boat out it was just me, mom and dad. Dad backs up the suburb and mom launches the boat when we go. I was very nervous the first time we did this because for some reason I had no faith in mom [maybe cause she can be a little ditzy sometimes?] haha. To my surprise &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kristy Falke can drive a boat&lt;/span&gt;. She ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML8d5f4yI/AAAAAAAABDk/MBoQDM7DEz4/s1600/momisita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472731105631134498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML8d5f4yI/AAAAAAAABDk/MBoQDM7DEz4/s400/momisita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's fun to have my big sis home with me this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML70snhcI/AAAAAAAABDc/T0tx7BnPbXM/s1600/kyky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472731094571255234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML70snhcI/AAAAAAAABDc/T0tx7BnPbXM/s400/kyky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After quite a long day on the lake spent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lounging, swimming, eating and tubing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [I was the only one who skipped out on the tubing part and everyone hated me for it] &lt;/span&gt;we were ready to go home. Don Pedro is one of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite places&lt;/span&gt; in the world. For me it's up there with Paris, Rome and London and I'm sure it's because of all the amazing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; I have made there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML7RP_7xI/AAAAAAAABDU/IfmONYw6_7E/s1600/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472731085055979282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML7RP_7xI/AAAAAAAABDU/IfmONYw6_7E/s400/lake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;, Kylie's ballroom partner and brother of our close family friend Emron, and I became quick friends. He is hilarious and fun to be around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML6-gE0NI/AAAAAAAABDM/5osrKxJNiEU/s1600/seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472731080023134418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML6-gE0NI/AAAAAAAABDM/5osrKxJNiEU/s400/seth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Never a bad day on the lake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4639620480643824025?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4639620480643824025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4639620480643824025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4639620480643824025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4639620480643824025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/don-p.html' title='don p.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S_ML9G8Rt4I/AAAAAAAABDs/QIkgtWpw9GI/s72-c/newboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-9130082459352468913</id><published>2010-05-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:24:05.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss these people more than anything right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-xQUMs3YiI/AAAAAAAABC0/7w1BWWN1_gA/s1600/tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470835955285320226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-xQUMs3YiI/AAAAAAAABC0/7w1BWWN1_gA/s400/tower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes when I am awake late at night I look though my London pictures and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would give anything to go back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm going to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lake right now&lt;/span&gt; so I guess I'm doing alright at home :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-9130082459352468913?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/9130082459352468913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=9130082459352468913&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/9130082459352468913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/9130082459352468913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/confession.html' title='confession.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-xQUMs3YiI/AAAAAAAABC0/7w1BWWN1_gA/s72-c/tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7450033868665396205</id><published>2010-05-10T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:16:16.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mother's day&lt;/span&gt; was great this year can I could not have been happier to be home for it. The day started off with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; full of lovely messages about mothers. Next it was back home for lunch and hanging out with the family. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom and I&lt;/span&gt; took a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nap&lt;/span&gt; together and Abby joined in as well. Then it was Nanny and Pop's for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dinner and visiting&lt;/span&gt; with all of the family. We played with all of our cousins, sat by the outside fire and talked and were doted on by the men of the family. Although I am not a mother yet I am happy I still get the special treatment of a night off from dishes. Back at home mom and I sat around the living room catching up on our Hollywood gossip by reading People and Us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;magazines&lt;/span&gt; that Dad got for mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun and special day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love this woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isbtomDxI/AAAAAAAABCs/s-G6iIFklpA/s1600/mommyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469811339547774738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isbtomDxI/AAAAAAAABCs/s-G6iIFklpA/s400/mommyyy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and her three girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isbJs7QOI/AAAAAAAABCk/xEMiqBuiHM4/s1600/mothers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469811329902264546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isbJs7QOI/AAAAAAAABCk/xEMiqBuiHM4/s400/mothers+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nanny has always been a rock in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know if I ever need to talk, a shoulder to cry on or just someone to hang out with she's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's the greatest grandma ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isavgdGKI/AAAAAAAABCc/A7CX91GHXs4/s1600/nanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469811322870634658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isavgdGKI/AAAAAAAABCc/A7CX91GHXs4/s400/nanny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I am so thankful for the wonderful examples of excellent women in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-7450033868665396205?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7450033868665396205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7450033868665396205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7450033868665396205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7450033868665396205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-isbtomDxI/AAAAAAAABCs/s-G6iIFklpA/s72-c/mommyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4329667748097079900</id><published>2010-05-10T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:00:16.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After only about two months my haircut... or at least the front end of it was getting a little bland. So I decided to give myself a little update in the form of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bangs&lt;/span&gt; or as the English say fringe. I have had side swept bangs for as long as I can remember but this time I went for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blunt forward kind&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly I think I look like a whole new person. I kind of like the change though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-iqpkIYitI/AAAAAAAABCU/JSLty0q-LUk/s1600/bangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469809378491665106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-iqpkIYitI/AAAAAAAABCU/JSLty0q-LUk/s400/bangs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4329667748097079900?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4329667748097079900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4329667748097079900&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4329667748097079900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4329667748097079900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/bangs.html' title='BANGS.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-iqpkIYitI/AAAAAAAABCU/JSLty0q-LUk/s72-c/bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4220727773725916621</id><published>2010-05-10T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:53:17.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little ab is all grown up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wubbas had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROM&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. If feels like just a few months ago I was going to my first prom with my best friend Megan and our dates but it had already been three years since then and it's Ab's turn to cut a run on the dance floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She went with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her best friend Marco&lt;/span&gt; and they looked adorable. I had the girls that night but thankfully Jill let me take them to go and see Abby take pictures at our grandparents house before they went to take more with their whole group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have never seen my little sis look so grown up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I left for four months and came home to a girl I call little towering over me.  She is now about five feet nine inches tall and both of her "big" sisters are around five feet four inches... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where does that height come from?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby's friend Marco is a favorite in the Falke household. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He comes over just about everyday to see Ab, play pool with dad or talk to Mom, Me and Ky. Abby has some amazing friends and I am happy for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-inw4IsfzI/AAAAAAAABCM/tWEKArEuIn0/s1600/prom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806205585882930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-inw4IsfzI/AAAAAAAABCM/tWEKArEuIn0/s400/prom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby and Marco before Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-inwPbsGsI/AAAAAAAABCE/9jKm08bqep8/s1600/abandmarco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806194659695298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-inwPbsGsI/AAAAAAAABCE/9jKm08bqep8/s400/abandmarco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wubbas!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-invsBtPNI/AAAAAAAABB8/NSkbFoSDgLQ/s1600/wubbassss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806185155476690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-invsBtPNI/AAAAAAAABB8/NSkbFoSDgLQ/s400/wubbassss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have quite the soft spot for this gorgeous girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4220727773725916621?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4220727773725916621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4220727773725916621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4220727773725916621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4220727773725916621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-little-ab-is-all-grown-up.html' title='my little ab is all grown up.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S-inw4IsfzI/AAAAAAAABCM/tWEKArEuIn0/s72-c/prom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3504320169993988903</id><published>2010-05-03T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:11:30.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100. SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Hundredth Post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am still alive I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just busy with loving every second of summer already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have loved spending time with my family and friends, catching up on some of my favorite shows and relaxing for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember when I had my little venting session about wanting to be at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lake on my boat&lt;/span&gt;... my dream came true just a few days after being home and again a week later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;California weather has also been perfect and we have taken advantage of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FjUlbxwI/AAAAAAAABB0/AwNZfexL8_I/s1600/lake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467235314518705922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FjUlbxwI/AAAAAAAABB0/AwNZfexL8_I/s400/lake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are a goofy family.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FikCoO-I/AAAAAAAABBs/n2wM3aPsrkw/s1600/goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467235301487819746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FikCoO-I/AAAAAAAABBs/n2wM3aPsrkw/s400/goofy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wubbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Abby's given nickname from me]&lt;/span&gt; is almost all grown up. I swear she gets taller by the second and she now towers a good five inches above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-Fh3d_slI/AAAAAAAABBk/d8JRkc77WIE/s1600/wubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467235289523008082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-Fh3d_slI/AAAAAAAABBk/d8JRkc77WIE/s400/wubs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm excited &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ky&lt;/span&gt; is home for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FhpAm2zI/AAAAAAAABBc/c1FBcyRbOzU/s1600/ky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467235285641648946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FhpAm2zI/AAAAAAAABBc/c1FBcyRbOzU/s400/ky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have had the privilege of watching our close friends the Gauthier's adorable little boy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jared.&lt;/span&gt; John tells my that by the end of the summer I will want one of my own but after only two days I already do, even with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopie&lt;/span&gt; diapers. Jared is my buddy but he wouldn't smile for Ky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-E1jadEGI/AAAAAAAABBU/ScB2mSZUpeE/s1600/Jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467234528225202274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-E1jadEGI/AAAAAAAABBU/ScB2mSZUpeE/s400/Jared.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE our boat&lt;/span&gt;, and my dad is definitely a little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most people haven't taken their boats out yet because the lake temp is still only in the sixties... but we are a family who owns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wet suits&lt;/span&gt; and cold water doesn't stop us, especially dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's getting pretty good on his board too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c9371fcfdc70479" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c9371fcfdc70479%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F74110A5342E1A08ECF93FDFD93A3BE54C7E7B.2B0EA1FD22547FC935C8B10E28F0A7EDF86824F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c9371fcfdc70479%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0sHbqQD240dwVDkakgvGkNtomxE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c9371fcfdc70479%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330025525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F74110A5342E1A08ECF93FDFD93A3BE54C7E7B.2B0EA1FD22547FC935C8B10E28F0A7EDF86824F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c9371fcfdc70479%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0sHbqQD240dwVDkakgvGkNtomxE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named our beloved wake setter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The Bu"&lt;/span&gt; it is very fitting. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467234212740349730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-EjMJAPyI/AAAAAAAABBM/WgVCmJ7Z038/s400/bu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we always do, we packed a lunch and found a good cove to drop anchor in to eat. I swear any food tastes ten times better on the lake. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love my papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-Eidh-XLI/AAAAAAAABBE/_xP6q5bInjA/s1600/papa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467234200228617394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-Eidh-XLI/AAAAAAAABBE/_xP6q5bInjA/s400/papa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We brought little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wags&lt;/span&gt; along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;He loves being out there with the wind in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-EhilgUuI/AAAAAAAABA8/Bdcg1Sd5LYY/s1600/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467234184405734114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-EhilgUuI/AAAAAAAABA8/Bdcg1Sd5LYY/s400/mama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; It's been a perfect first week home.&lt;/span&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/1432674275045792314-3504320169993988903?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3504320169993988903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3504320169993988903&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3504320169993988903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3504320169993988903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/05/100-summer.html' title='100. SUMMER!'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9-FjUlbxwI/AAAAAAAABB0/AwNZfexL8_I/s72-c/lake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3746403448457510014</id><published>2010-04-30T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:20:43.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one week ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven days ago I was doing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9qMM9OLOaI/AAAAAAAABA0/h0eTRG0W-xc/s1600/leeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465835251987855778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9qMM9OLOaI/AAAAAAAABA0/h0eTRG0W-xc/s400/leeds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with these lovely people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9qMMcIStGI/AAAAAAAABAs/b_VeaY9SRWo/s1600/leeds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465835243104810082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9qMMcIStGI/AAAAAAAABAs/b_VeaY9SRWo/s400/leeds2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last day in London which was luckily Thursday I went along with the rest of the stragglers to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leeds Castle&lt;/span&gt;. It was a breathtaking day and we spent it wisely. First I, along with a few of the girls walked through the castle, which happened to be my favorite of all the castles I had seen. Then we strolled though the gardens and the aviary. And finally we laid down on the grass and took some time to nap and work on our tans... or in my case burn. By the end of the two hours we spend basking in the sun I had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tomato for a face&lt;/span&gt;, red is not my color. Once we had arrived back at the centre I went on a little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last walk though the city&lt;/span&gt; that has come so close to my heart. I also stopped and purchased about 16 delicious &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ben's cookies&lt;/span&gt; [best cookies on the earth]. It was a lovely last jaunt through my dear London. I ended up staying up all night as my car for the airport picked me up promptly at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4:15&lt;/span&gt;. I anticipated traffic and lines galore but I was to the airport in about 20 minutes and through dropping off baggage and security in about an hour. As a result I had about four hours to kill until my 10:30 flight. I waisted away my time taking naps and people watching. Once I was on the plane and in the sky I had the greatest feeling of relief,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I was headed home!&lt;/span&gt; I sat next to the loveliest person on the plane also. Her name is Paige, she is a wedding planner and exactly who I would love to be when I "grow up". We spent just about the entire flight talking about everything from our favorite spots in London and wedding ideas. I know I was meant to be on that flight and in that seat because I have never been more inspired. I got off the plane, went through customs&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[which was surprisingly a breeze]&lt;/span&gt; and was welcomed home by my wonderful mother, father and surprised by my little sister whom I though wasn't going to be able to make it because of testing. I could not have been happier to be home with the people I love most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now London literally seems like months ago and it has only been days. Somehow I find myself extremely busy here in California, obviously displayed by my lack in upkeep of my beloved blog. So today I have made it a summer goal to blog once a week. Yes, I know most of my goals revolve around this blog but it is something I need to do to keep these memories alive because like my mother my memory is going fast...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[joke... kind of :)... love you mom]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I will make sure to blog again tomorrow as I have to fill you in on what I have been up to while being home but for now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-3746403448457510014?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/3746403448457510014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=3746403448457510014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3746403448457510014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/3746403448457510014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-week-ago.html' title='one week ago.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9qMM9OLOaI/AAAAAAAABA0/h0eTRG0W-xc/s72-c/leeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5644497820407627986</id><published>2010-04-28T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:51:30.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neglect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I have come home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have been left alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am full of sorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I will update you tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with real stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happening in my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon my return to america&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the beautiful land of california.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So until tomorrow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[yes, that was almost a poem... woops]&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/1432674275045792314-5644497820407627986?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5644497820407627986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5644497820407627986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5644497820407627986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5644497820407627986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/neglect.html' title='neglect.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4527328516735299664</id><published>2010-04-23T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:19:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as i sit in the airport.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I look like a complete joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have three heavy and not small carry-ons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to avoid spending massive amounts of money on checking more bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Airlines are such a rip off.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463240879221109458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9FUolhd8tI/AAAAAAAABAk/z5RxSHx6kpY/s400/DSCN3309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a comfort traveller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear sweats, dont do my hair and dont care about what any one thinks when I fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am in heels and a dress&lt;/span&gt;, London what have you done to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Maybe I grew up a little more than I realized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now it is time to leave and after an extra week in this city,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;four cancelled flights and more stress than anyone should have from a volcano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am more than ready for home and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. songs of inspiration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going back to Cali - Biggie Smalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More Bounch in California - Soul Kid #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;California - Phantom Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;California Girls - The Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;California Love - Tupac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dani California - Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my playlist for before I land... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s.s. song I have on repeat &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[going on number 10 of listening to it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paperweight by Joshua Radin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[thanks rach!]&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/1432674275045792314-4527328516735299664?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4527328516735299664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4527328516735299664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4527328516735299664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4527328516735299664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-i-sit-in-airport.html' title='as i sit in the airport.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S9FUolhd8tI/AAAAAAAABAk/z5RxSHx6kpY/s72-c/DSCN3309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2698717730896483647</id><published>2010-04-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:32:46.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6 of waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was a beautiful day of waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up fairly early with the intention of being up for the day but I soon found myself asleep again and not awake until eleven. After waking up I got "ready" for the day and went to Starbucks by myself for lunch. After I walked through &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kensington Gardens&lt;/span&gt; and then sat down on Jenny's blanket with her and a group of us that were already lounging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anne, Kira, Michelle and Brittany walk up and asked if anyone wanted to go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paddle the Serpentine&lt;/span&gt; with them so Jake, Christina, Jenny and I joined them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HUYELrsI/AAAAAAAABAc/oCDk-UR_clM/s1600/paddling3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462733657150828226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HUYELrsI/AAAAAAAABAc/oCDk-UR_clM/s400/paddling3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was beautiful despite the small gusts of cool wind every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HUJHCEYI/AAAAAAAABAU/YRQTUTbSWjI/s1600/paddling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462733653136249218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HUJHCEYI/AAAAAAAABAU/YRQTUTbSWjI/s400/paddling2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina and I were lucky enough to have Jake and Kira to paddle us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HTnMcdfI/AAAAAAAABAM/tsMy6zzHC4s/s1600/paddling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462733644032144882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HTnMcdfI/AAAAAAAABAM/tsMy6zzHC4s/s400/paddling1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While laying in the park I spotted this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HTatY-GI/AAAAAAAABAE/d6fu7WQglJc/s1600/airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462733640680667234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HTatY-GI/AAAAAAAABAE/d6fu7WQglJc/s400/airplane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A day and a half and I get to finally come home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am even more excited now because everyone is leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my family is the greatest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[sorry I'm not writing a ton but all anyone looks at are the pictures anyways.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-2698717730896483647?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2698717730896483647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2698717730896483647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2698717730896483647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2698717730896483647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-6-of-waiting.html' title='day 6 of waiting...'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8-HUYELrsI/AAAAAAAABAc/oCDk-UR_clM/s72-c/paddling3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4821125086270437606</id><published>2010-04-20T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:58:38.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday is the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are looking up.&lt;/span&gt; Transport Secretary Lord Adonis has given &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all UK airports the go-ahead to open as of tonight&lt;/span&gt; at 2200h. I am so excited by this statement because this means I am for sure getting home to see my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Jake, Jenny, Christina went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Camden Market&lt;/span&gt; after me and the girls had a long morning slash afternoon of sleeping. Yes I plan getting as much sleep as I can until I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vGbxH2QI/AAAAAAAAA_0/YlDv3Fyg46U/s1600/camden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462355185626503426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vGbxH2QI/AAAAAAAAA_0/YlDv3Fyg46U/s400/camden3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had some more of my favorite Chinese food... although tonight I found out it makes me quite sick. Not fun but sooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vF2wLokI/AAAAAAAAA_s/-jge-r1wVtc/s1600/camden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462355175690445378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vF2wLokI/AAAAAAAAA_s/-jge-r1wVtc/s400/camden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am going to miss Camden, I love how unique everything is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vFPatRpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dUI30IimXEI/s1600/camden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462355165131392658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vFPatRpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dUI30IimXEI/s400/camden2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 days and counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad told me that we're going to the lake Saturday, my pale body is extremely excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-4821125086270437606?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4821125086270437606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4821125086270437606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4821125086270437606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4821125086270437606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-is-day.html' title='friday is the day.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S84vGbxH2QI/AAAAAAAAA_0/YlDv3Fyg46U/s72-c/camden3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-696309833964528115</id><published>2010-04-20T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:45:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday was lovely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slept in again &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because I can&lt;/span&gt;. I showered, ate starbucks for lunch, took a walk and enjoyed the weather, had my favortie dinner of red pesto from Zizzi's and went to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Elliot again&lt;/span&gt; with Jenny and Christina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenny's parents were supposed to be here to go with Jenny but because of this volcano they are in the states still so Jenny's dad let us go with her. Thanks so much Brother Hanson!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S82EDZNmU3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/u-yRdJLJ3EM/s1600/notthing+hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462167116912677746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S82EDZNmU3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/u-yRdJLJ3EM/s400/notthing+hill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This song just came on my iPod...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[and London]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aerorplane&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [i wish, no airplanes right now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[volcano]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;But this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;And even Paris and Rome&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [and London]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[of friday, or never]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks a lot Michael Buble for making me even MORE homesick.&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/1432674275045792314-696309833964528115?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/696309833964528115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=696309833964528115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/696309833964528115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/696309833964528115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/ironic.html' title='ironic.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S82EDZNmU3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/u-yRdJLJ3EM/s72-c/notthing+hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-738728838058453322</id><published>2010-04-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:59:15.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>limbo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We wait and we wait and we wait and then.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAZYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8xryVdAI6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Lqw6AAge5gQ/s1600/24405_10150179336875221_508185220_12031448_6058472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461858960589988770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8xryVdAI6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Lqw6AAge5gQ/s400/24405_10150179336875221_508185220_12031448_6058472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; is now the day I am hopeful to return to the beautiful state of California, and most likely for to be there for the whole summer... As I stay here I am missing my classes in Rexburg. I am not one to start off a semester missing a week+ of school, so I am about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;80% sure&lt;/span&gt; I will be deferring Spring semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Downsides:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will miss all of my friends at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I not receive the credits I would have earned next semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upsides:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have not been home for more than 7 weeks since I graduated high school, so I will get quality time to spend with my parents and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I will have time to recover from jet lag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will have time to emotionally heal from stress and everything here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can find a job better in California than I can in Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be tan and relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And finally I will save my parents money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verdict is that staying home next semester will probably be good for me or maybe I am just trying to find a way to apply some thing good to this volcano... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who knows&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/1432674275045792314-738728838058453322?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/738728838058453322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=738728838058453322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/738728838058453322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/738728838058453322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/limbo.html' title='limbo.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8xryVdAI6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Lqw6AAge5gQ/s72-c/24405_10150179336875221_508185220_12031448_6058472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-7396508821154040955</id><published>2010-04-18T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:56:55.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lovely stranded day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Laura, Christina, Jenny and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;made light of our situation&lt;/span&gt; and enjoyed a beautiful day in London Town. We slept in a little bit and some of the girls that hadn't yet, packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we were off for our blissful day in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is Terri&lt;/span&gt;, she is our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"house mother"&lt;/span&gt; and with our help cooks all of our amazing food. I absolutely love her! As we walked out of our flat she was gardening in the "garden" we have on our porch... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[a few small pots in front].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461466111360355986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sGfgB3zpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Wa-RQ5nlh3A/s400/terri.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;After doing some research on what was going on in the city the night before we decided to hit up the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holland Festival&lt;/span&gt; which is pretty much a beer fest in Trafalgar Square, to say the least we walked around for a few minutes, listened to the music and left. It was fun to see though.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461466103030489698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sGfA_4ImI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ClrLtGBeCQQ/s400/holland+festival.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Funny story:&lt;/span&gt; Jenny and I waited like 3 minutes to take a picture in the biggest clogs I have ever seen and right as we did this little kid jumped on the clog. He was holding his dad's hand and the father was just looking at us and smiling like it was funny that his child was playing around. He knew we were clearly trying to take a picture and wouldn't move his child... hello. So we jumped back in the clogs after Laura and Christina took their picture. Some people need to learn how to parent their children.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461471689632702914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sLkMto4cI/AAAAAAAAA_M/TNZcC1UHh90/s400/idiot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know who I wanted to slap more, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got a child free picture...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461465183046573346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sFpdynnSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Tgs7r7iSi7w/s400/clogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our little adventure in a crowd of orange we split up, Laura and Christina going to Subway and Jenny and I going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pret a Manger&lt;/span&gt; to get lunches. We met back up and walked to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;St.James Park&lt;/span&gt; and had a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt;. It was the most beautiful day I have here so far, not a cloud in sight which is surprising because there is supposed to be tons of ash in the air &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[odd?].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had so much fun eating, talking and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the times I am going to miss most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461465171002124226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sFow6_58I/AAAAAAAAA-s/m7vY-ufbvWI/s400/St.James.jpg" /&gt;While taking a rest we took some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461465168161814050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sFomV0NiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/0zROYhb63Cg/s400/park2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love these girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461465164308980194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sFoX_OoeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/6iT1GVEK_dw/s400/park.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After our lovely time in the park we went to try our chances at the lottery for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Legally Blonde&lt;/span&gt; tickets. Christina and I won and got two tickets each so we were in! I absolutely fell in love with the performance. We were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;front row center&lt;/span&gt; and it made me feel like we were in the action of the show. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I laughed, I cried and I flirted with a gorgeous man in the orchestra.&lt;/span&gt; It was a great last night with the girls. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461465154778654226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sFn0fBZhI/AAAAAAAAA-U/f0HviunEGXQ/s400/legally+blonde.jpg" /&gt;It is now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and I am trying to sleep as much as I can to pretty much take up my time. Laura left this morning for Madrid to try and get out of here... I hope she does. For now I am still stranded, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my flight is now cancelled for Monday as well&lt;/span&gt;. I pray that the weather forecast is correct and it rains Monday night so some of the ash will clear, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We think we are so modern and advanced but if we were I would not be stuck across the ocean with no way to get home.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure God is having a good laugh at men who think they are so great right now.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers.&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/1432674275045792314-7396508821154040955?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/7396508821154040955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=7396508821154040955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7396508821154040955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/7396508821154040955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovely-stranded-day.html' title='a lovely stranded day.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8sGfgB3zpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Wa-RQ5nlh3A/s72-c/terri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6223302150551536837</id><published>2010-04-17T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:00:25.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to miss my little habeeb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This girl is leaving me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8pYaq_TzyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c8nv6yLQC5A/s1600/laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461274713379819298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8pYaq_TzyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c8nv6yLQC5A/s400/laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura's brother is getting married on Tuesday and she was in a bit of a pickle because of the volcano. So Laura's sweet father worked it out so she will fly out of Madrid Tuesday.  She is leaving us tomorrow to take a two day trip through Paris and Spain to get home. [ahhhhhhh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am going to miss this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She makes my life happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel safe Laura!&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/1432674275045792314-6223302150551536837?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6223302150551536837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6223302150551536837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6223302150551536837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6223302150551536837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-going-to-miss-my-little-habeeb.html' title='I am going to miss my little habeeb.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8pYaq_TzyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c8nv6yLQC5A/s72-c/laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-640955838669507733</id><published>2010-04-17T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:53:02.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy dearest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This man in the GREATEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461054211636827234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8mP3x_DlGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MukYV3XoPGk/s400/daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is the reason I will get home safe and sound as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[While I was busy doing nothing but freaking out here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;papa was calmly working out all my travel plans along with our travel agent and family friend Rowena]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is the reason I have been able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;experience all the wonderful thing I have this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Thank you for the experience of a lifetime!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what I would do without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[literally, no idea]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you more than words can say daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I can't wait to see you soon!&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/1432674275045792314-640955838669507733?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/640955838669507733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=640955838669507733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/640955838669507733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/640955838669507733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/daddy-dearest.html' title='daddy dearest.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8mP3x_DlGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MukYV3XoPGk/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2482044560356617481</id><published>2010-04-17T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:29:37.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my flight for today was officially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; last night and the centre has been in complete chaos. Not only are we stuck here because of volcanic ash... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we have rats.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461048814758468210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8mK9pC_GnI/AAAAAAAAA90/yJE92WD_pB0/s400/mouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, they are not huge sewer rats but none the less these little guys can sure make a group of girls &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;. I have been packed for about 5 days now so luckily I have not had any of them going though my belongings but I am the exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday after hearing that I will be staying in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;London until at least Monday&lt;/span&gt; I had to get out of the centre and clear my head, so Jenny and I went to Oxford Circus and did a little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;retail therapy&lt;/span&gt;. I am not kidding after being so stressed nothing felt better than handing over a little cash and getting a shiny new purse from Anthropologie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[don't worry dad it was on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and yes that is my favorite word&lt;/span&gt;]. &lt;/span&gt;Ab and Ky I got you a few things as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a few hours I didnt think about the possibility of missing my first week of classes for spring semester at BYUI and only getting to see my family for less than 24 hours before I am gone again until July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its amazing to me how shopping can do that. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461048819802215554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8mK971glII/AAAAAAAAA98/LfqJIZmDKvY/s400/palace+court2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am going to miss this place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but first I need to leave to miss it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-2482044560356617481?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2482044560356617481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2482044560356617481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2482044560356617481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2482044560356617481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuck.html' title='stuck.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8mK9pC_GnI/AAAAAAAAA90/yJE92WD_pB0/s72-c/mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-6722790355948501731</id><published>2010-04-16T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:24:08.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very annnnngryyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Eyjafjallajoekull,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please stop erupting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're making it so I can not get home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to my family :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I start classes again on tuesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and can not miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why are you ruining my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Macy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate volcanoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460647740103781090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8geMBhs6uI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0bDeiZfCCG4/s400/Smoking%2520Volcano.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460642203874446962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8gZJxdxTnI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VwdBuI4Zhlw/s400/_47654317_cancelled282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cancelled....? not yet, but might happen and if it does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not be a happy girl&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/1432674275045792314-6722790355948501731?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/6722790355948501731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=6722790355948501731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6722790355948501731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/6722790355948501731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-annnnngryyy.html' title='very annnnngryyy.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8geMBhs6uI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0bDeiZfCCG4/s72-c/Smoking%2520Volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-2228990086032431662</id><published>2010-04-14T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:47:40.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hellooooo finals, nice to see you again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am literally going &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; with a capital C. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finals have gotten to me&lt;/span&gt;. The surprising part is that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not a single bit stressed&lt;/span&gt;, it's crazy. I have been bouncing off the walls the last few nights &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;most likely because of the overload on diet coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;] and Jenny, Christina, Laura and I have been the only ones in our room, as everyone else lives in the library. We say literally the most outrageous and funny things when it gets to be about two in the morning.  I am going to miss these nights with these girls, love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday after our final review for Brit. Lit. we walked to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wagamamas&lt;/span&gt; and got take out katsu curry [delicious!]. We all came home and had lunch with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;. I love that woman, she is amazing and an inspiration to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459962949361003746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8WvX9N07OI/AAAAAAAAA9U/hI38pd0tl9Q/s400/lunch+with+susan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yesterday I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;packed, everything&lt;/span&gt;. It was the best thing ever and it made me feel amazing! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CAN NOT wait to go home&lt;/span&gt;, mostly because of the annoyance of finals and the fact that I am so excited to see my cute little family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smile every time I think of walking out of the airport and seeing me dad and little sisters faces and getting home and giving my mom a huge hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459962944505130530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8WvXrIGLiI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ED_zqFek7dk/s400/packing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is me today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no words. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459962934940557858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8WvXHfuYiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/mos6b7fR5c4/s400/keepcalm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My shirt is supposed to be positive re-enforcement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it's working... maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two finals down, three to go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers!&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/1432674275045792314-2228990086032431662?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/2228990086032431662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=2228990086032431662&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2228990086032431662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/2228990086032431662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/hellooooo-finals-nice-to-see-you-again.html' title='hellooooo finals, nice to see you again.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8WvX9N07OI/AAAAAAAAA9U/hI38pd0tl9Q/s72-c/lunch+with+susan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5232509090724386878</id><published>2010-04-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:03:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the final days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My semester abroad is starting to wind down and I am now in my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;final week here&lt;/span&gt; living in London. Sad I know. Thursday was spent in classes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last day of classes!&lt;/span&gt; Well the last day besides finals. I finished my Classic Civ. class, British Literature, Religion and culture classes, just one more to go on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday was a good way to end our day trips. We woke up and headed to Westminster Pier to board a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boat cruise&lt;/span&gt; that took us along the river Thames to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Greenwich&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459016024243318146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSJqQwLYI/AAAAAAAAA8U/RBLuqOdVnKg/s400/jerry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once there I went with Laura, Jenny, Christina and Jake to a few museums and finally up one of the steepest inclines I have ever climbed to the observatory. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459016030742532178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSKCeSUFI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GkzKeVJNTJk/s400/greenwich.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There we waited in a line to stand on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prime meridian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I stood in two places at once, both halves of the world&lt;/span&gt;. I even managed to do a handstand there too. I know, you are impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459016035489920210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSKUKJtNI/AAAAAAAAA8k/zV2jMZl8KuU/s400/0%2700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459016040384125106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSKmZBWLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/J1NdRMz2toA/s400/meridian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSLGRrbcI/AAAAAAAAA80/cZ21nP-SZ10/s1600/handstand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459016048943263170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSLGRrbcI/AAAAAAAAA80/cZ21nP-SZ10/s400/handstand1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;After our thrilling adventure we all walked back down the hill to eat at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GBK&lt;/span&gt; [gourmet burger kitchen]. I ordered an avocado bacon burger. England has the worst bacon. After finishing we got on the DLR and Jenny, Laura and I went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Borough Market&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a regular there now&lt;/span&gt;. Because we had just eaten, the girls and I just walked around and sampled everything and I got a drink. I am going to miss that market the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday I accidentally slept in until 11 and woke up to an empty room. I suddenly started to panic because Christina, Jenny Laura and I had tickets to see the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cinderella Ballet&lt;/span&gt;. Soon after I got a little ready the showed up from running and we all headed to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Royal Opera House&lt;/span&gt; to watch the ballet. It was beautiful and of course I loved it because it was Cinderella. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459016926745102114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JS-MV8hyI/AAAAAAAAA88/aNKenK82TYg/s400/the+ballet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; After Jenny Laura and I walked around, got some late lunch and went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath Kitson&lt;/span&gt; where I got my mom a few little goodies. I spent Saturday night in my bed studying and watching movies on my lap top. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relaxing and needed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last week in my ward here. It was fast and testimony meeting and there were some sweet things said from the pulpit. After saying goodbyes and giving hugs, Emma, Maddy and I took our last Sunday train ride. Once home I took a long Sunday nap and awoke just in time for dinner. We then had our own &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;testimony meeting&lt;/span&gt; at the centre for our last devotional. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I just said last about 10 times]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was really &lt;/span&gt;touched by every ones testimony's and I got up and bore mine as well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love everyone in the centre&lt;/span&gt;. We all have so much fun and have got along fairly well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to miss being around so many great people all the time. &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/1432674275045792314-5232509090724386878?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5232509090724386878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5232509090724386878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5232509090724386878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5232509090724386878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/final-days.html' title='the final days.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S8JSJqQwLYI/AAAAAAAAA8U/RBLuqOdVnKg/s72-c/jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-5732809445468356527</id><published>2010-04-07T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:00:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I prefer the house of Lords.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I woke up for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kitchen crew&lt;/span&gt; as it is my week to work in the kitchen. I love it because I get to hang out with Dave's wife Teri, our sort of house mom and cook. She is a doll, mom you would love Teri. Anyways after an early breakfast we got on to tube and headed for Westminster to tour the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;houses of Parliament&lt;/span&gt;. Our guide was a fellow named Andy and he did a wonderful job of getting us though quick but still giving us all the information we wanted to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KW3VjtgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/nhdJS_GnXF4/s1600/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529711370679810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KW3VjtgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/nhdJS_GnXF4/s400/london.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Channeling our inner Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KWj8C8eI/AAAAAAAAA8E/csKEwLYf12g/s1600/innerasian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529706163401186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KWj8C8eI/AAAAAAAAA8E/csKEwLYf12g/s400/innerasian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529697608623378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KWEEbZRI/AAAAAAAAA78/dK5Ull49KO0/s400/laugh.jpg" /&gt;In front of Parliament.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529687882871362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KVf1oMkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/qXPbbqaSo28/s400/parliment.jpg" /&gt;I am going to miss this gorgeous sight. It never gets old.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529689000494658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KVkAFxkI/AAAAAAAAA70/nwznK8i6cXk/s400/big+benn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After touring the houses Jenny and I went to a little cafe for lunch and then walked in the rain to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cabinet War Rooms and Churchill Museum&lt;/span&gt;. It was by far my favorite "museum" I have been to here and everything is just as it was back when Churchill occupied it because they left it that way. After walking in the rain again to the tube I may or may not have gone and done a little shopping. :) I then came home and took a nap, almost missing dinner kitchen crew. Dinner was sun dried tomato pasta with garlic bread, fruit and salad; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have done nothing but by lazy tonight so now I am going to attempt to work on some long awaited homework.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheers!&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/1432674275045792314-5732809445468356527?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/5732809445468356527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=5732809445468356527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5732809445468356527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/5732809445468356527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-prefer-house-of-lords.html' title='I prefer the house of Lords.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S70KW3VjtgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/nhdJS_GnXF4/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-8746664794836825436</id><published>2010-04-07T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:38:27.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the temple is the house of God, a place of love and beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am on a spiritual high lately. Yesterday I had the opportunity to go and do work in the London temple with my roommates, classmates and professors. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the temples&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the feel you get when you walk into the house of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt; We got to the temple early for our session we we walked around the grounds and took pictures. When we went inside we were greeted by one of the temple workers who was ironically from Sugar City, just five minutes from Rexburg. He thought I was the coolest for living there. The temple workers were thrilled that we were there and said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they had never seen so many youth there at a time&lt;/span&gt;, there were twenty nine girls, four boys and our professors. We had to wait a while and take shifts of five when doing our work so in the mean time we sat in a waiting room and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sang hymns&lt;/span&gt;. I have never felt such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; than when I was in that room singing with all the girls, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; was so strong. We sang Families can be together forever and I soon felt tears rolling down my cheeks from thinking about my family and how happy I am that I get to spend eternity with them. After about fifteen hymns I was called do go into the conformation room and then the baptismal font. It was so neat to be confirmed by my professor and then baptized by my teachers assistant. I have gone to the temple in Rexburg with my ward and roommates before but this was different. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was special and I loved every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The London Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457512808875999666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7z6_AoywbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/LDBSSEciWso/s400/temple1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Audrey Susan and I on the temple grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457512804639040498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7z6-w2n4_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/3zlKvkigwqA/s400/susan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Katie[Bruce] and I in front of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457512800455105554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7z6-hRGHBI/AAAAAAAAA7U/C6rfYGkfAuY/s400/bruce2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432674275045792314-8746664794836825436?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/8746664794836825436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=8746664794836825436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8746664794836825436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/8746664794836825436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-temple-is-house-of-god-place-of.html' title='For the temple is the house of God, a place of love and beauty.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7z6_AoywbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/LDBSSEciWso/s72-c/temple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-4680229902651100430</id><published>2010-04-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:25:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year was obviously different... no family around, no Easter egg hunts, no Nanny's for Easter brunch, and no Easter basket. Although all of these things were missing I think this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; was the most meaningful one I have ever had. My day was focused on the Lord, his atonement for my sins and his resurrection. I am sure that it helped my spiritual side to have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; weekend one and the same with Easter. Unlike when I am home for conference, here with the time change the first session of Sunday started at 5:00 p.m. It was odd not waking up and instantly watching conference. I liked it almost better though. I had almost the whole day to prepare myself to listen and take in the words of the prophet and other speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the most delicious &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brunch&lt;/span&gt; here at the center that consisted of Amish oatmeal, pancakes, bacon [I could live on bacon alone], omelets, hash browns, quiche, tarts, cakes, and strawberry shortcake bites. Terri defiantly out did herself. After brunch we had a sweet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday program&lt;/span&gt; where several of the girls sang and Sarah, Jake and Dr.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macfarlane&lt;/span&gt; spoke. After the program I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;took a walk&lt;/span&gt; with some of the girls, we parted as they walked to Hyde Park chapel and I to my bed to watch conference. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my church, I love that where ever I am it is true and sure, I love how when the prophet speaks I feel he is speaking just to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet Sweet Jenny and I.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766421058329682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7pUJhV2HFI/AAAAAAAAA7E/92iq4EbU-CA/s400/jerry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christina, Laura, Jenny, Rachel and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; truly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766413712292018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7pUJF-aeLI/AAAAAAAAA68/Qf2VILWEuw4/s400/easter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Laura and Me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766432171335474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7pUKKvZHzI/AAAAAAAAA7M/f1N2fmyx45c/s400/laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The church is true.&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/1432674275045792314-4680229902651100430?l=macyfalke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/feeds/4680229902651100430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1432674275045792314&amp;postID=4680229902651100430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4680229902651100430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432674275045792314/posts/default/4680229902651100430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macyfalke.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter.'/><author><name>macy marie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933918437652666120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpSZ1tEGic0/TsC9xVoC2KI/AAAAAAAABrY/4R909CD_4nM/s220/babystucker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7pUJhV2HFI/AAAAAAAAA7E/92iq4EbU-CA/s72-c/jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432674275045792314.post-3933872524916298461</id><published>2010-04-05T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:31:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to the [lake district] north.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry it has taken me so long to get this post up. I know my parents have been anxious to see what I did what I was in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Northern England&lt;/span&gt;. I started to write down pages and pages of notes from my trip but then I realized that I am sure no one reads all I have to say so I am going to skip to short captions on the subject of each photo I put up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I loved visiting a new part of the country I have come to call home. We all woke up fairly early Monday morning and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piled onto the coach&lt;/span&gt; we would call "home" for the next five days. Our first drive was about three hours and the entire coach was full of sweet slumbering girls, and a few boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first stop was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chatsworth House&lt;/span&gt; or better known as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pemberley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Pride and Prejudice &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Mr.Darcy's estate]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gorgeous and despite the pouring rain Britin and I went exploring on the elaborate grounds. I love Britin's sense of adventure, she keeps me alive.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456569150590360546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7mgu3lLG-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/syLQGIdcWYg/s400/pemberly1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After getting a cup of soup and getting back on the coach we were off to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hawthorn&lt;/span&gt; to see the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bronte Parsonage&lt;/span&gt;. After seeing the graveyard and gloominess of the Moors I soon realized why Emily Bronte would have written such an almost disturbing book like Wuthering Heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another lenghty drive and we were in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;York&lt;/span&gt;. It was still pouring down buckets of rain but Katie and I walked down a ways to eat at a local pub. I had pasta and of course &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sticky toffee pudding&lt;/span&gt; with custard sauce, a British dessert that I have come to love. Although we were looking a little crazy from the rain there were some Yorkish fellows that thought we looked like the gorgeous American girls we are [haha]. As we walked out of the pub we got some knocks on the window, a wink, a wave and a blown kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a long chat with my roommate for the night Caitlin and semi-good nights sleep we woke up, had breakfast, and then walked on the city wall of York to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;York Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, another cathedral and surprisingly not the last. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456626934114457890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7nVST-4mSI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Q753wa958PM/s400/york+cathedral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once we had our lenghty tour of the Cathedral we walk through the adorable inner city of York and then got back on the coach. We then drove to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fountains Abbey&lt;/span&gt; which is an old abbey that was put to ruins by king Henry VIII in the dissolution of the monasteries. I walked around the grounds with Katie, Calvin, Cam, Laura M, and Kalyn. We had a lovely time although we were attacked by gnats. Next we drove to Durham, where we next checked into our place of residence for the night, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Durham Castle&lt;/span&gt;. I can now check off sleeping in a castle off my list of things to do before I die. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456626338950049138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7nUvq0obXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/75QTiA-OH38/s400/durham+castle.jpg" /&gt;I slept in the room with the top small window right above my head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456626327944730306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7nUvB0wlsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/TIHKh22XUX0/s400/castle.jpg" /&gt;After checking in a setting my stuff down I went to dinner with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laura, Jenny and Christina&lt;/span&gt;. We had such a fun night and talked for hours in Jenny and Laura's room after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day we walked through Durham down to the coach park, loaded up and headed even more north. We first stopped along &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hadrian's Wall&lt;/span&gt; at Housesteads where I proceeded to climb an fairly steep hill [more like a small mountain] to see remains of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;This is me after I had made it to the top in my no traction Uggs.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456724252827057346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7otzAcD_MI/AAAAAAAAA6s/DM9XPWC1PtA/s400/before.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me about five minutes later after I had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fallen in the snow&lt;/span&gt; and froze the right half of my body off. I was not happy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I have a gigantic bruise on my side still.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456724264144543026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7otzqmXHTI/AAAAAAAAA60/qczt5VLiegw/s400/after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a quick change session, luckily I had brought some extra sweats, we were off again to see two of the poet's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wordsworth's houses&lt;/span&gt;. This one was my favorite because it has the most beautiful view of the lake district.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456567926880105170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7mfno56ctI/AAAAAAAAA58/e7aKSZeC5V0/s400/wordsworth.jpg" /&gt;Next we drove through the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lake District&lt;/span&gt; to where we were staying just outside of the bustling metropolis of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hawkshead&lt;/span&gt;. this was my first experience of staying in a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;youth hostel&lt;/span&gt; and I was surprised at how clean it was, but then again we were in the Lake District which is an exceptionally nice part of England.&lt;br /&gt;Before we ate dinner at the hostel, I went for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; with Eliza and Britin. If I wasn't quite sure that I was in love with the English countryside already, I am sure of it now. The lake district is one of the most beautiful places I have even been in my short lifetime. I would be utterly content to spend the rest of my life there in a small country home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456567909205949442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7mfmnEEPAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/EG9uh4otcPo/s400/walk+in+the+lakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sheep&lt;/span&gt; everywhere. Luckily we were there in spring and were able to see all kinds of baby lambs . Loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7mfnO99z0I/AAAAAAAAA50/6IAyTX6ePoM/s1600/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456567919917780802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7mfnO99z0I/AAAAAAAAA50/6IAyTX6ePoM/s400/sheep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then after dinner I went for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;another walk&lt;/span&gt; with Jenny. I could have spent hours outside. I know this is probably hard for my parents to believe but while I was there I had the urge to go camping. It is quite the sport to walk along and camp in the lakes and I actually thought it sounded like fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456567898951447666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXLFWO0XInQ/S7mfmA3M9HI/
