<?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-7662389129392795555</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:03:15.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg's Thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-6718059190658954106</id><published>2012-01-26T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:08:26.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Tirade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I realize this blog is terrible...I didn't even bother rereading it because it probably makes no sense and then I wouldn't post it, but I needed to post something...so here it is.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my wonderful friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://absolutelyalissa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Absolutely Alissa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have decided that I want to do a weekly blog which shall be referred to as Thursday Tirade. (and in case you don't know what tirade means, basically it is a rant..I looked it up in an online&amp;nbsp;thesaurus because I needed a word that meant rant and started with a 't') I feel that I am very good at rants because I am a very opinionated person and I enjoy ranting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I seem to be coming across more and more people just plain old not being themselves, and clearly I don't get it. I might not be one of the most outgoing people in the world but that doesn't mean I am not being my self. I am not one to fake who I am just so people like me.. I am not going to pretend to like or dislike something just because everyone else in the group does. I mean why not just be yourself? Are you really that afraid of not being liked that you have to be someone you aren't? I am not going to say that I never acted like someone I am not for that reason, but if I did it was probably in high school and frankly, in high school I was a hell of a different person than I am now. There are a lot more important things in life than being liked by everyone. I mean honestly, what is the point of pretending to like things if you really don't? It's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the most confident or secure person in the world, and I understand that pretending to maybe like something might make you feel a little better about yourself. But if you go through your entire life just pretending to fit in with people sooner or later you will lose touch entirely with who you are. I mean you might think you know exactly who you are but, deep down, you have no fucking idea who you are. You are the only you out there, so why pretend to be someone else. Just be yourself, and if your friends don't accept you then you have some pretty shitty friends, find some new ones.. but honestly, if they are your true friends, they aren't going to give two shits about it. No one wants to be friends with someone who is exactly like them because that would just get annoying. Be unique because that will be what makes you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of this tirade: be yourself and don't give a fuck what people think. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-6718059190658954106?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6718059190658954106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-tirade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/6718059190658954106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/6718059190658954106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-tirade.html' title='Thursday Tirade.'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-111474183089236178</id><published>2012-01-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:28:22.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Home</title><content type='html'>Do you watch the HGTV network? I do, all the time. It's probably one of my go to channels when nothing else is on. And of course, every little bit of home education helps me with the designing of my future home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I briefly mentioned my future home in an earlier blog, and this blog is going to be very detailed, in depth blog about it. I have included some floor plans that I found that closely resemble something that I think I want. Obviously it's not perfectly what I want but it's a good starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Floor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.eplans.com/house-plans/media/catalog/product/cache/2/image/612x459/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/V/A/VAA009-LVL1-LI-BL-LG.GIF" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Floor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.eplans.com/house-plans/media/catalog/product/cache/2/image/612x459/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/V/A/VAA009-LVL2-LI-BL-LG.GIF" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all the exterior of my home will most definitely not be vinyl siding..I have not decided what I want it to be yet, but let me assure you, no vinyl siding will be on it anywhere. It is going to have a courtyard style garage, which are styles like the homes below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Front" height="150" src="http://www.eplans.com/house-plans/media/catalog/product/cache/2/image/612x459/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/V/A/VAA009-FR-RE-CO-LG.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Front Pub, Wide" height="150" src="http://www.eplans.com/house-plans/media/catalog/product/cache/2/image/612x459/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/d/s/dsa508-frpub-ph-co-for-home.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you enter my lovely home you enter to a two story foyer with either a catwalk that also overlooks the dining and formal living room area. The picture below depict two story foyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="155" src="http://www.aspenbuildingcorp.com/foyer.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the kitchen, a breakfast nook with a window seat is a must have in my home. And a big kitchen because someday I will be able to cook wonderfully and I need a large kitchen to use. Also, I want an open kitchen to the dining area and formal living room. I used to never want a formal living room but for the high lifestyle I will be living I need to formal sitting area for the all entertaining I will be doing in my house. (hahaha) Also, there will be a half bathroom somewhere throughout this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.housebeautiful.com/cm/housebeautiful/images/white-nook-1-0107-xlg.jpg" width="156" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family room/den needs to be a sunken room, which to me just means you have to take like 2 or 3 steps down to it. I like the cozy feel it gives the room and it adds character to a home. I included a picture of this as well, but I want my family room to not be so open and bright, I like the idea of a very cozy room for the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="134" src="http://roomserviceunlimited.yolasite.com/resources/movie+-the+holiday+-living+room.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my guest suite will also be on the main floor. The main purpose I am having a guest suite is so my friend &lt;a href="http://absolutelyalissa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Absolutely Alissa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has somewhere to stay when she comes to visit me with her family :) And I suppose it can also serve a use for when parents come to visit. The guest suite will include a bedroom, full bathroom, a kitchenette and dining area, and a sitting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we will take the gorgeous stairwell to the second floor. I want my second floor to have a loft, which overlooks the first floor, and will serve as a very useful space for whatever it is needed for. Also upstairs will be a master suite, 3 additional bedrooms, and possibly an office space. There isn't really much to add for the details on the 3 bedrooms, but two of the rooms will have a jack and jill bathroom, and will&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;be the rooms for the two girls. Also there will be another full bathroom on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching a lot of shows on HGTV I have realized that I want it all for my master suite. I want a huge bedroom with a sitting area by a large window area. An outdoor patio would be great too. I want his and hers &amp;nbsp;walk in closets and mine needs to be HUGE. And I want a HUGE bathroom with his and hers sinks, a vanity area, separate tub and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUwU6rThpOA/TLaUyZ_NB1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/XIQYqHxnC8w/s200/58619_0_8-4113-contemporary-closet.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img height="131" src="http://i.istockimg.com/file_thumbview_approve/10922181/2/stock-photo-10922181-master-bedroom-with-adjoining-sitting-area.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I will have a finished basement with a bar area and entertainment space. A couple other possible ideas for basement rooms are another additional bedroom, home theater room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="132" src="http://i3.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens13342711module149866993photo_1304038589downstairs_bar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img height="122" src="http://media.techeblog.com/images/basement_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more things my home will include are an outdoor pool, which may be enclosed since I will probably be living in WI still and want to use my pool in the winter time. Since I am considering having a low key side job of my photography in the future I might have an attachment on my house for a photography studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I would just like to mention that I plan on my house being on a 1-2 acre lot, probably on the edge of a town or something. And as you read this blog I realize how extreme my house seems, but let me assure you, it's going to be a beautiful home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-111474183089236178?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/111474183089236178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dream-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/111474183089236178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/111474183089236178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dream-home.html' title='My Dream Home'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUwU6rThpOA/TLaUyZ_NB1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/XIQYqHxnC8w/s72-c/58619_0_8-4113-contemporary-closet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-4765888344009716736</id><published>2011-12-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:13:00.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Fans.</title><content type='html'>Just because you live in Wisconsin doesn't mean you need to take your ignorant self and pretend to be a Brewers fan, especially when you don't know a damn thing about baseball. Two things took place this year in the world of Brewers Baseball that made a lot of people jump on the Brewers bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing was that the Brewers had an AMAZING season becoming the 2011 NL Central Champs, and being incredibly close to the world series only to be beaten, yet again, by the Cardinals. And as the Brewers kept growing closer and closer to clinching their division for the playoffs, more and more people kept jumping right on the bandwagon. All these people would watch bits of the games and pretend like they knew what was happening and as the Brewers would fall behind they would take to their facebooks and twitters ranting about the Brewers doing awful. And frankly, it annoyed me. These people felt like because they were from Wisconsin they suddenly needed to jump on the bandwagon and pretend that they had been fans all along. Just because you're from Wisconsin doesn't mean you're a Brewers fan because if suddenly next year they have a bad season (which I doubt they will because they are adding some stellar players to their roster) you won't be fans of them anymore. So get the fuck out the bandwagon and either become a real fan or STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the next big thing surrounding the Brewers was the leaked information about the positive test of Ryan Braun with high testosterone. And almost instantly nearly everyone took to their twitters and facebooks to express their disappointment in Ryan Braun for using&amp;nbsp;steroids&amp;nbsp;and everyone just assumed he was guilty because frankly they knew nothing about anything. A true Brewers fan would NEVER jump to a conclusion like that because first of all, Ryan Braun is the last guy who would ever do steroids and secondly, innocent til proven guilty. Ryan Braun has way too much of a love for baseball to ever fuck up his game by doing steroids, I mean he signed with the Brewers til 2020 because he loves the atmosphere of Miller Park and how amazing the fans are. Too bad half of them are shitty fake fans who don't know shit about anything and they assumed he really did use steroids. Ryan Braun won the 2011 NL MVP and deserved all the votes he got and you think that guy would have done steroids? Fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of you fake fans who jumped on the bandwagon, get the fuck off or become a real fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-4765888344009716736?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4765888344009716736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/fake-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/4765888344009716736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/4765888344009716736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/fake-fans.html' title='Fake Fans.'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-2940204196473381138</id><published>2011-12-09T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:37:10.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Duggar, 2004's, Young Mother of the Year?</title><content type='html'>Michelle Duggar is the mother from the show &lt;i&gt;19 Kids and Counting &lt;/i&gt;and is even more recently being talked about in the media due to her miscarriage she just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar were married in 1984 and decided to wait to have children, and used birth control. &amp;nbsp;After 3 years Michelle Duggar got pregnant with their oldest son, Josh, and after giving birth, again continued with birth control. &amp;nbsp;Shortly after Duggar got pregnant again and had a miscarriage and then blamed the birth control for the miscarriage and discontinued birth control use. She explained it by saying they "decided to allow Got to&amp;nbsp;determine&amp;nbsp;the number of children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As mentioned, the Duggar's have 19 children, who's names all begin with the letter 'J'. &amp;nbsp;Their names and birth dates are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Joshua James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;March 3, 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jana Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;January 12, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-John-David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;January 12, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jill Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;May 17, 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jessa Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;November 4, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jinger Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;December 21, 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Joseph Garrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;January 20, 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Josiah Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;August 28, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Joy-Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;October 28, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jedidiah Robert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;December 30, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jeremiah Robert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;December 30, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jason Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;April 21, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-James Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;July 7, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Justin Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;November 15, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;-Jackson Levi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;May 23, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Johannah Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;October 8, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jennifer Danielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;August 2, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Jordyn-Grace Makiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;December 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Josie Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;December 10, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 Michelle Duggar gave birth to their youngest daughter, Josie, at age 43 during an emergency C-Section. &amp;nbsp;Josie was born 3 months prematurely and only weighed 1 lb, 6 oz. &amp;nbsp;After 4 months in the hospital the Duggars were able to take Josie home but 2 days later she was readmitted to the hospital when her vitals began to drop. Then on June 23, 2010 Josie was finally able to go home, 6 months after being born. In May 2010 Michelle Duggar was quoted saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;We would love more! I'm 43, almost 44 this September. I know that my mommy years are probably numbered, and I don't know how many more children God will see fit to give me. "It is something we've been praying about because we do love children. Each child really is a gift and that doesn't mean just our children. We asked the Lord to give us a love of children the way He loves children. That is something that we've prayed about, and we'll just see what the Lord has in store for our family in the future"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;On November 8, 2011 on the Today Show the Duggar's announced that they were pregnant with their 20th child, and one month later on December 8, 2011 they announced that Michelle has miscarried. &amp;nbsp;She was about 19 weeks along at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would first like to state the fact that I am not a very religious person so I don't understand the underlying connection the Duggar's may have with God, but I do believe that God would not continue to give you more pregnancies if you last one was already a risky pregnancy in which your child almost died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the age of 35 a number of risks go up significantly versus having a child at an age less than 35. &amp;nbsp;For example, the odds of your child being born with a birth defect at age 25, 1 in 1,250; at age 30, 1 in 1000; age 35 1 in 400; at age 40, 1 in 100, and at age 45 (Michelle Duggar is 45 years old) 1 in 40. And miscarriage rate at age 45 has increased to more than 50%, that means more than 1 out of 2 pregnancies at age 45 end in a miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that they might not believe in birth control, and that "God wants them to have all these children" but why would God give her these children and then have the pregnancy be risky or end in miscarriage? That makes absolutely no sense to me. And as a 45 year old woman, your doctor is obviously going to tell you your risks when you come in and are pregnant. I know she was told about her risks with her last pregnancy, and I am sure the doctors clearly told them the risks with this last pregnancy. And I think there comes a point in time when you need to put a belief aside and perhaps use some birth control so you don't end up getting pregnant and having such premature children or worse, lose the baby. Now, I am a very pro-choice person, but I honestly consider Michelle Duggar losing this baby as bad as abortion. She basically killed the child simply because she is too old to be having children. With a statistic of &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;50% of pregnancies at the age of 45 ending in miscarriage, why would you even allow yourself to get pregnant? Just stop having sex then if you aren't going to use a form of protection from getting pregnant. And not to mention that her last child was born 3 months premature and almost died too. I didn't read anywhere about the Duggar's views on abortion but I assume they are pro-life based on their other beliefs so it makes me wonder if she even realized that by getting pregnant at her age and losing her baby, she is killing a child because there was more than a 50% chance that her child would miscarry. I really hope this miscarriage finally knocks some sense into Michelle Duggar's head and she does not become pregnant after this. You are a 45 year old mother of 19 and a grandmother of 2, stop having sex and trying to have more children because you are way to old to be conceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="287" src="http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/realitytvmagazine.sheknows.com/2010/08/19-kids-counting-the-duggars-are-ready-for-baby-20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Duggar Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-2940204196473381138?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2940204196473381138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/michelle-duggar-2004s-young-mother-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/2940204196473381138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/2940204196473381138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/michelle-duggar-2004s-young-mother-of.html' title='Michelle Duggar, 2004&apos;s, Young Mother of the Year?'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-1577057406439013701</id><published>2011-12-06T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:43:45.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me about Facebook</title><content type='html'>1. How people feel the need to constantly express their love for their significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The fact that facebook now needs to tell me how many of my friends are posting about topics, such as holidays or sports teams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. People who constantly update their status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. All of the changes facebook keeps making! It's getting harder to facebook creep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Game requests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The new layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. People who seem to only post statuses to get tons of likes on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When one person clogs up your news feed because they feel the need to write back and forth with one person, update their status 1,000 times, or writes on like 10 different peoples pages in five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The truth is... and such statuses like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Once someone does something everyone does it. i.e., apparently everyone is a photographer these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The obnoxious posts that come right before college students get a break... "I come home next thursday, I better see you over break!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. The stupid statuses where you tag your friends in them as stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;13. People starting fights and drama over posts on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;14. The horrible grammar that some people use.&lt;br /&gt;15. Posting pictures of your baby belly.&lt;br /&gt;16. The young mom club.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you're reading through your news feed and stumble across a post that makes you wonder why that person would share that with their entire friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably many more things but I cannot think of anymore at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add to the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-1577057406439013701?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1577057406439013701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-that-annoy-me-about-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/1577057406439013701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/1577057406439013701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-that-annoy-me-about-facebook.html' title='Things that annoy me about Facebook'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-5024842338224662529</id><published>2011-12-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:47:07.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My future.</title><content type='html'>Inside my head, I have my entire future planned out which might sound utterly ridiculous but really, it's not. (or at least that is what I tell myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have decided that exact type of engagement ring that I want. A halo 2-3 carat round diamond with a diamond band. And I need to receive a ring like the following or I will not marry him. Okay, I am sorta kidding about that, but not that much. I am not much of a jewelry person but as far as an engagement ring I will be wearing that the rest of my life and it needs to be the perfect ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leSQ4VvEBv8/Ttr4IxIlx4I/AAAAAAAAABA/6b0Kd9p0vV4/s1600/ring.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leSQ4VvEBv8/Ttr4IxIlx4I/AAAAAAAAABA/6b0Kd9p0vV4/s320/ring.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing that I have exactly planned out is that I will be having 3 children, 1 boy and then 2 girls. And I have not decided yet on whether or not the two girls (who will be the younger ones) are going to be twins or not. Either way, my son will be named Cooper. And my daughters still remain nameless, but that is something I am working on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, my dream home is going to be quite extravagant. It will be at least a 4-5 bedroom, 4-5 bathroom home, with a complete guest suite, 3 car garage, possibly a movie theater room, a sunroom, a huge deck, and huge backyard with a pool. And also, the living room, dining room, and kitchen will be a very open floor plan, because I love open floor plans. The only thing hindering my dream home is the fact that it is going to be incredibly expensive, hence my future husband needs to have a good paying job, his job is currently undetermined. I am yet to determine exactly what my house will look like from the outside, but I like homes that sorta look like this, but honestly the outside of the house is not that important to me. It's inside what counts. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjjSoZAwM_U/TtsHkjOAkzI/AAAAAAAAABI/5bN4T2TWW3Q/s1600/dsss.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjjSoZAwM_U/TtsHkjOAkzI/AAAAAAAAABI/5bN4T2TWW3Q/s320/dsss.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly, the time span of how all of this will happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will graduate at age 21 and begin working at about age 22. I would like to be married by 25, which will be hard since I need to date him at least 2 years before becoming engaged so I have pushed my marriage age to like 27 if needed but I plan on having kids after being married for about 2-3 years, and my children will be 2-3 years apart. And if I am 30 and still not married, then I will set out to just marry for money so I can get my dream house under way. Because by the age of 30, time is running out, and you just have to begin to settle for things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think my next blog might involve how I plan on raising my children because I have thoroughly thought that through too. But as for now, I am tired and have to work at 9am. I am going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-5024842338224662529?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5024842338224662529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/5024842338224662529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/5024842338224662529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-future.html' title='My future.'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leSQ4VvEBv8/Ttr4IxIlx4I/AAAAAAAAABA/6b0Kd9p0vV4/s72-c/ring.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662389129392795555.post-737332639658986536</id><published>2011-11-27T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:53:18.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is my first blog.&lt;/b&gt; I just wanted to start out but stating the obvious. And secondly it is 9:30pm and I have to be up at 4:30am. Thanksgiving break really fucked up my sleep schedule. But due to other things that happened over break, I was given a sudden burst of energy to start reducing the clutter in my room. I threw away tons of pointless shit that I kept over the years because that's what I do. I threw away like 200 photos, but not before ripping them into tiny pieces as if to say, 'glad you're no longer apart of my life and fuck you'. If you've never tried it you should..ripping up photos is a great way to let out your anger. I do it from time to time when I come across an old photo that really isn't very significant and I don't much care for the stupid bitch in it with me. It's a great stress reducer. I also threw away a lot of crap from high school, like papers from English class that I thought I should keep even though they weren't very good. I mean, I didn't throw them all away, I did keep quite a few. I also realized, while cleaning my room, that I have &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; too many notebooks and journals filled with writing I have done over the years. I don't understand why I kept buying more and more when I am yet to even fill one entire journal/notebook. I think I have at least 10 of them, some half filled, some a few pages written in.. Maybe someone day I will actually fill one.. just like someday I will actually finish a tube of chapstick before losing it. I also stumbled across an old bucket list that I had written..it wasn't dated but I think it was probably from my first year of college? So that would have been like 2008 or 2009. Let me just say, I had a pathetic life back then. Some of the things on my bucket list were pretty lame..not that if I made one today the items would be a lot more exciting but I still think it would have been better than that one. I am currently also typing this blog using google chrome rather than internet explorer, and one thing that I really like is that google chrome puts that red squiggly line underneath your misspelled words. Internet explorer doesn't do that, or at least mine doesn't. But I really like it because I am a terrible speller and it helps me sound a little more intelligent since I won't end up with stupid spelling mistakes. I only have 3 more weeks of school until my finals. I am so ready for Christmas break, and then to start my final semester of college. And something awesome that I just figured out today, in March when I have my spring break I will actually get nearly two weeks off! Because the week before spring break I only have to go to school on Monday, which means I do not have school until Monday two weeks following that Monday. It is pretty awesome, and it makes me really want to actually go somewhere for spring break but too bad I have nearly $2000 in expenses for all of the tests and licensing exams that I have to in March and April. That doesn't exactly leave me with much extra cash. But oh well, after I finish school and graduate I will go on to the real world and hopefully become very rich.. Apparently starting wages right out of school are around $25-$28 an hour. Which means...a lot of money by the end of a week. Well, I desperately need to get some sleep...which for me means taking a sleeping pill and hoping for a restful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662389129392795555-737332639658986536?l=theworldofmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/737332639658986536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/737332639658986536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662389129392795555/posts/default/737332639658986536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldofmeg.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.'/><author><name>Meg Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344240823504683754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFnkipXedhA/TtLhDZKPTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op9VD6UwOB0/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
