<?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-8304544785440054030</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:10:50.975-07:00</updated><category term=';'/><title type='text'>Michelle Lee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-767298952668979778</id><published>2009-05-16T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:34:42.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unveiling:</title><content type='html'>WWW.MICHELLEANDBLAKE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-767298952668979778?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/767298952668979778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=767298952668979778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/767298952668979778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/767298952668979778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/05/unveiling_16.html' title='The Unveiling:'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-2156553504804901908</id><published>2009-03-30T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:44:03.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Days!</title><content type='html'>I saw this on somebody's facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR FIANCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?  Football! ESPN, March Madness, Seinfeld, ohh or maybe that show about the adventure man who lives off of the wilderness and eats bear feces to survive? Survivorman I think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad? ~ Ranch, only if it's not Hidden Valley, he hates hidden valley! If they don't have other kinds of ranch then probably italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like? ~ cucumbers, fish, onions, and i learn more everyday....  what's one food that I don't like? nothing. I finish all his food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to eat and have a drink, what does he get? ~ usually water, sometimes root beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school? ~ Orem High, because he's smart and knows which high school in Orem is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What size shoe does he wear? ~ oh shoot, 12 i think? I'm pretty sure 11 1/2 or 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be? ~ bread. Haha he loves bread.  I don't know, good question survey, you got me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich? ~ Another good question, i know in high school he used to eat a peanut butter and jam sandwich every night before he went to bed to gain weight (after he told me that, i stopped eating them completely) One time i made him a panini that he really liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would he eat every day if he could? ~ He's been on a salad kick recently.  His goal is to eat one everyday.  He likes spinache with grilled mushrooms and honey mustard.  We invented it after school one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal? ~ LIFE! He is such a LIFE fan.  He likes Honey Bunches of Oats too, but only the real kind, and frosted flakes and frosted mini wheats cause he thinks they're "healthy".  We're both big cereal fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would he never wear? ~ Tight jeans.  We both agree that one way to let everyone know you are gay is to wear tight skater jeans.  So ugly.  Also hats, he hates hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team? ~ The Jazz, the Eagles, BYU, and I think he picked UNC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did he vote for? ~ McCain, because buttheaded Americans and shady politics ruined Romney's chances.  (By the way, good job America, if this isn't change i don't know what is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is his best friend? ~ Me of course! Silly question.  But before his life was blessed enough to have me in it his best friends were: Jim Little, Rob Stewart, Mike Balser, Joe Wood, Levi Lewis, Ty Empy, Spencer Equinto, AJ Pope, his brother Tom, oh my gosh he has so many friends, there is no way i can list everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do? ~ Call him weird, sorry Blake, it's my habit word, and to me it has so many meanings, most of which aren't even negative! Also, he probably wishes i didn't keep such a strict countdown of days until we get married, and remind him via text 24/7 of exactly how many days we have left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his heritage? ~ Black and Mexican.  (that means that his ancestors had the last name Black and were from Mexico...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake is it? ~ Cheesecake of course! That is a passion we both share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did he play sports in high school? ~ He wrestled for a little bit, and anyone who knows him knows that he played football.  (although the term "played football" is kind of an understatement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What could he spend hours doing? ~ being with me :) yeah, i WOULD say that.  Um, doing homework, he doesn't like it but he is such a study-aholic, and it shows! I have such a smart fiance.  Also, playing sports, football, basketball, tennis, volleyball, any sport.  I love that about him.  We have so much fun playing sports together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one unique talent he has? ~ oh he has so many! He has this incredibly ability to relate to anybody and make people feel comfortable.  He is so smart but easily the most humble person I've ever known, he can make ANYBODY laugh, is the most fun person to be around EVER, and he can always make me so happy! Oh and babies love him, that's probably a talent right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-2156553504804901908?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/2156553504804901908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=2156553504804901908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2156553504804901908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2156553504804901908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/03/32-days.html' title='32 Days!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-8093216795862380155</id><published>2009-03-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:55:33.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, i know</title><content type='html'>I totally win the worst blogger award.  I've been terrible lately! There are no excuses for my lack of updates, except maybe that I'm planning a wedding, and going to school full time, and working, and my camera cord is lost, and who really wants to see a blog with no pictures? But i couldn't not blog about the amazing day I had! First I went to Blake's parents' house this morning for bridal shower #1.  It was so fun to see most of his cousins and get to visit with them.  I am ridiculously lucky to be able to marry into this family.  They are so much fun, and such great people! His family has always been so sweet to me and I couldn't pick better in-laws.  Holy cow, I cleaned up at that shower! We got incredible gifts! We are so lucky! This is a great way to start out our lives.  Right after that I went over to Tawny's for bridal shower #2.  I LOVED seeing all the girls again! It has been so long since I've seen anyone! I have great pictures that i want to upload so bad but alas, it cannot be done... Tawny and Jennica, as everyone already knows, are unbelievable.  They went all out and really did so much for me.  I am so grateful for them! I had such a fun day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I had to run home to type a paper that was due this afternoon, and then I went to mine and Blake's apartment to finish painting it with him, but when i got there i saw that he and his dad had already painted the whole living room.  SO NICE!!! I was so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how quicky everything is happening.  The countdown is on.  41 days, in case anyone was wondering... Man there is still so much to be done but every time it gets stressful or overwhelming I just think about how incredible it is that I get to be with Blake forever and how lucky I am.  Then the stress goes away and the excitement comes back! I am so grateful for this gospel and for eternal families.  We are so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way: along with wedded bliss comes a joint blog.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-8093216795862380155?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8093216795862380155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=8093216795862380155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8093216795862380155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8093216795862380155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, i know'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-8683967136786847445</id><published>2009-03-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:57:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are</title><content type='html'>only six weekes left until I get married! OH MY GOSH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-8683967136786847445?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8683967136786847445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=8683967136786847445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8683967136786847445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8683967136786847445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-are.html' title='There are'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-3395854584896564489</id><published>2009-02-11T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:21:51.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Official Wedding Gift</title><content type='html'>okay this title isn't really true because Blake's awesome sisters already gave us some really sweet and extremely useful stuff (couch from Andrea, George Foreman grill from Lindsey, oh and a bookshelf from Grandpa Carlile!) But tonight Blake and I went to the credit union dinner ( which is a huge tradition for both of our families) and Blake won us this really awesome crockpot! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SZO_oUUIbwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fvbH6gLRP0Q/s1600-h/crockpot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SZO_oUUIbwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fvbH6gLRP0Q/s400/crockpot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301791885714026242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so old to be excited about getting a free crockpot.  This was the first year I haven't won something and the first year that Blake has.  I guess my luck rubbed off on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-3395854584896564489?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/3395854584896564489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=3395854584896564489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/3395854584896564489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/3395854584896564489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-official-wedding-gift.html' title='First Official Wedding Gift'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SZO_oUUIbwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fvbH6gLRP0Q/s72-c/crockpot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-2685076395421636283</id><published>2009-02-10T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:55:53.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you, cupid</title><content type='html'>This year will be the most important Valentine's Day of my LIFE! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SZJ1dcsCRzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MSKq5fbZBhs/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SZJ1dcsCRzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MSKq5fbZBhs/s400/Valentine%27s+Day+Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301428860146042674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the first Valentine's day that Blake and I get to spend together! The first in a string of many Valentine's day to be spent with my favorite person in the world.  The first time that my incredible future husband and I get to celebrate this beautiful day designed to showcase love and commitment.  What might my strikingly handsome fiance and I be doing on this glorious day you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORKING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-2685076395421636283?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/2685076395421636283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=2685076395421636283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2685076395421636283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2685076395421636283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-to-you-cupid.html' title='Here&apos;s to you, cupid'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SZJ1dcsCRzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MSKq5fbZBhs/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-5460656998247175057</id><published>2009-02-05T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:09:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice requested:</title><content type='html'>Buying online jewelry and shoes, too risky for my wedding? thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-5460656998247175057?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5460656998247175057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=5460656998247175057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5460656998247175057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5460656998247175057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice-requested.html' title='Advice requested:'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-1134864626332707533</id><published>2009-02-02T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:22:27.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:</title><content type='html'>I bought a dress, and in case you are interested, it fits more into the #2/#3 category of my last post, I booked our reception place, I met with my florist/awesome do-it-all woman with a billion amazing ideas and I am SO HAPPY that things are all coming into place! Fiance and I are getting married in exactly 3 MONTHS and life is really good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-1134864626332707533?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/1134864626332707533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=1134864626332707533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1134864626332707533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1134864626332707533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update:'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-8811401553910721436</id><published>2009-01-22T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:53:02.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, not the YW program. I'm talking about new beginnings in my life. Today Blake and I saw our apartment for the first time (for me) and it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am so excited! Now all that's left is to start decorating.... we're going to paint some of the rooms sometime in March maybe. It's a good thing I'm so stinkin bad at making decisions. I have been going back and forth with about 18 different wedding dresses so far and STILL don't know for sure which one i want. At least I narrowed it down to 3 options as of this morning. (P.S HELP FRIENDS!? Should I wear a Cinderella poofy one, a really fitted calmer one, or a sweet vintage lacy one?) (P.P.S Not the actual dresses, but very similar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SXl0ILMsi_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/mKm3ZT81A9w/s1600-h/fluffy+pronovias.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294390520744545266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SXl0ILMsi_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/mKm3ZT81A9w/s400/fluffy+pronovias.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294391764538432082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SXl1QksRGlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x7-lyMErE3A/s400/slim+pronovias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294392808927710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SXl2NXWEzaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Sfh5-sK8sn0/s400/pinal_primary.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know where I want the reception, I don't know my colors, I don't know what food I want to serve, whether or not I want a band, who our photographer is, what the overall "theme" of our reception will be or how I want to do my hair, but at least I know I'm really happy and excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On a non-wedding related note: I know my major finally! I'm for sure going to be a Political Science major with a minor in French. Finalement! Je sais quoi je veux faire avec ma vie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now back again to the wedding related note: help me! I would love your input! and to everyone who has helped me so much already (i.e Marilee Killpack.. .and mom) THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-8811401553910721436?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8811401553910721436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=8811401553910721436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8811401553910721436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8811401553910721436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SXl0ILMsi_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/mKm3ZT81A9w/s72-c/fluffy+pronovias.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-234089384881396215</id><published>2008-12-31T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:41:04.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I have so many awesome things to blog about but I lost the cord that connects my camera to my computer so I can't show you my fun pictures! Noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the most important thing for you to know is that I love him SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now I am forced to post old pictures from the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxkil7mB9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/0vPQJKH9BJY/s1600-h/DSC01548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxkil7mB9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/0vPQJKH9BJY/s400/DSC01548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210608086517714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxlON9bZSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O3uUOU10Ves/s1600-h/DSC01521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxlON9bZSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O3uUOU10Ves/s400/DSC01521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286211357566002466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxlOFHMw0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/p06L92VLwzY/s1600-h/DSC01497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxlOFHMw0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/p06L92VLwzY/s400/DSC01497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286211355191067458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8304544785440054030-234089384881396215?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/234089384881396215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=234089384881396215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/234089384881396215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/234089384881396215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/12/rats.html' title='Rats'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVxkil7mB9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/0vPQJKH9BJY/s72-c/DSC01548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-5636379125943064953</id><published>2008-12-21T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:02:11.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Of course I had to blog about my engagement! Blake proposed on December 19 and we're getting married on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;May 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Be there...  So in honor of my most exciting post ever, I thought I'd tell everyone the story of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;rencontre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;, or "chance meeting" if you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It was the glorious day of June 30, and I was at the UVSC party they threw for turning into UVU.  I went with my sister Tiffany and our awesome friend Laura.  We were walking out when I saw Blake standing with a bunch of his friends.  I recognized him from high school and thought I should go say hi.  I was kind of scared because I didn't think he knew me and I didn't want to to look dumb in front of all of his friends.  I decided to just leave but then he looked over at me like he recognized me, so I thought i would just say hi.  I grabbed his arm and said "Are you Blake?" and so it began....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;To make a long story short, while we were talking his phone kept ringing.  Finally he looked at it and said "I'm really sorry, this is my friend from my mission" I told him to answer it of course.  He did, and then he started speaking to someone really quickly in Spanish.  Little did I know that his "friend from his mission" was his old mission companion Dallin who was standing 5 feet behind me.  Dallin called Blake to tell him in Spanish that he should ask me out.  Blake said he was too shy but maybe he would.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;After he hung up (and this whole time i was thinking he was talking to some long lost friend or something)  We kept talking, and that's when Blake's other friend Brandon took THIS picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVRhuvgzh-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K2911vJcY1w/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVRhuvgzh-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K2911vJcY1w/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955718468372450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;(taken on his phone so it's kind of blurry..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;He showed it to Blake right after I left (I think?) and said "you need to ask this girl out, you had this big smile the whole time you two were talking" (CUTE!!!)  So Blake did... about a half an hour later.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Fast forward about six months and here we are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVRkHdOyXBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0Er_4b7wvDA/s1600-h/MyPicture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVRkHdOyXBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0Er_4b7wvDA/s400/MyPicture-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283958342080945170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;happy, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grateful,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited! Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: This picture is of my left hand I promise, it looks like my right hand because the picture got turned backwards somehow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-5636379125943064953?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5636379125943064953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=5636379125943064953' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5636379125943064953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5636379125943064953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;M ENGAGED!!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SVRhuvgzh-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K2911vJcY1w/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-37716575443041797</id><published>2008-12-09T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:48.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;Because the excitement of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sadly be dulled by the stressfulness of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:large;"&gt;FINALS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am attempting, however unsuccessfully, to look on the bright side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Negative: I have no time to do anything but study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Positive: Blake and I can study together, ya know, the whole kill two birds thing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/ST7QAe6h0QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4P4Fecv4Yb0/s1600-h/MyPicture_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/ST7QAe6h0QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4P4Fecv4Yb0/s400/MyPicture_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277884520041926914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;(Blake is a little better at staying focused than I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-Negative: I have to cram my brain with so much knowledge which normally wouldn't be a bad thing but when I have professors who I don't agree with at all and I have to study their "theories" on things like the nature of homosexuality and why the Proclamation to the Family is flawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-Positive: I have more things to blog about??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-Negative: Severe lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-Positive: I get to sit by my window and study at 3 in the morning and experience the exquisite solitude of the first few snowfalls of the season in the quiet darkness over Utah Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Alright so maybe some of them are a stretch, but I'm still incredibly grateful to be getting a world class education at BYU, or at least that's what I keep reminding myself during finals season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-37716575443041797?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/37716575443041797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=37716575443041797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/37716575443041797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/37716575443041797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/ST7QAe6h0QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4P4Fecv4Yb0/s72-c/MyPicture_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-4830809170280238261</id><published>2008-12-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:14:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/STi3m3KKXiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5yzqipvN9dI/s1600-h/n765729111_1311691_2479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/STi3m3KKXiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5yzqipvN9dI/s400/n765729111_1311691_2479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276168841734020642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa my gorgeous and extremely talented sister is doing my hair.  I will have three inches of re-growth no more! Hurray!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update: My hair is naturally turning kind of strawberry blonde&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/8304544785440054030-4830809170280238261?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4830809170280238261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=4830809170280238261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/4830809170280238261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/4830809170280238261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalement.html' title='Finalement'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/STi3m3KKXiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5yzqipvN9dI/s72-c/n765729111_1311691_2479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-6740535958126988071</id><published>2008-12-03T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:57:36.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>that lisa would give me private blog lessons, so i could learn how to add more friends to my friend list thing on the side, and figure out how to change my background, and add music to my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wish I could get into a French class from 2-2:50 next semester so i can keep it as my minor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wish I didn't have to go to campus right now to watch a French film, I wish i could stay here in my bed and study for finals so i don't turn into a stressball of fiery misery and I can go into finals at least somewhat prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Blake wasn't at work and could come over right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a dang job that would work with my schedule next semester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish timing was better... no need to elaborate, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Je souhaite que je peux etre heureuse et pas pense a des choses que je n'ai pas, au lieu je peux pense a tous mes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;énédictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-6740535958126988071?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/6740535958126988071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=6740535958126988071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6740535958126988071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6740535958126988071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-5632206035192601891</id><published>2008-11-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:21:10.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSu05_9V7UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Oz8yX7kNnO4/s1600-h/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSu05_9V7UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Oz8yX7kNnO4/s400/DSC00098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272506697281563970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyUD3L4XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dGU38Y2S2Cs/s1600-h/McCain+Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me in the pink shirt with my arms folded behind John McCain and Mitt Romney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyUD3L4XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dGU38Y2S2Cs/s400/McCain+Michelle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503846471197042" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyUJcajAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ukCctB1vKiE/s1600-h/DSC00434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyUJcajAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ukCctB1vKiE/s400/DSC00434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503847969524738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyUDzaztI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KlRJNaBH2wU/s1600-h/DSC00421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyUDzaztI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KlRJNaBH2wU/s400/DSC00421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503846455398098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyTxTLQzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KFW_ZZwHeTk/s1600-h/DSC00411.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyT0XpPMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mFbKLYg5tf0/s1600-h/DSC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyT0XpPMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mFbKLYg5tf0/s400/DSC00129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503842312371394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuxgW4m0OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bR3d4o6K5ZM/s1600-h/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuxgW4m0OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bR3d4o6K5ZM/s400/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272502958224232674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Campaign Carl from Fox News! He smokes like a chimney.  And that's me and Bill Hemmer from Fox News above this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's Chris, Kelly, Sheba (one of my favorite people in the whole universe, really, probably the most incredible person I've ever met) Me, and Laurinda at the campaign headquarters in Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyTxTLQzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KFW_ZZwHeTk/s1600-h/DSC00411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuyTxTLQzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KFW_ZZwHeTk/s400/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503841488323378" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuxgcWc8UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PGJ5PeCoBxc/s1600-h/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuxgcWc8UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PGJ5PeCoBxc/s400/DSC00032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272502959691592002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I miss it? Yes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I glad I did it? Definitely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I happy with where my life is right now as opposed to where I thought I would be today? Happier than I ever thought possible in my entire life.  &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/8304544785440054030-5632206035192601891?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5632206035192601891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=5632206035192601891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5632206035192601891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5632206035192601891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSu05_9V7UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Oz8yX7kNnO4/s72-c/DSC00098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-6904041545946916093</id><published>2008-11-24T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:01:13.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuvd3iV7yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PJhKAmdKNrQ/s1600-h/PFamily178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuvd3iV7yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PJhKAmdKNrQ/s400/PFamily178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272500716426358562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many gorgeous, incredible, funny, talented, smart, beautiful, charming, witty, athletic, spiritual, compassionate, strong and darling sisters  (and one adorable, hilarious, athletic, witty, talented, entertaining and way too charming for his own good brother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffany happens to be one of those sisters.  She also happens to fall under the category of "famous sisters that I have"  She is so talented and beautiful and she recently took some time out of her hectic life of being a country singer/songwriter in Nashville to come home and visit the "little people" for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome home puddles, it's been too long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S this time, please don't steal my eyeliner.  Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-6904041545946916093?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/6904041545946916093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=6904041545946916093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6904041545946916093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6904041545946916093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/presenting.html' title='Presenting...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSuvd3iV7yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PJhKAmdKNrQ/s72-c/PFamily178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-3138592353701563054</id><published>2008-11-20T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:39:44.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Caitlin's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW858vc0NI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3F7pjUEJ2_g/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Tim393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW858vc0NI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3F7pjUEJ2_g/s400/Caitlin+and+Tim393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270826642650747090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW85_Adr3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/YzL82046GDs/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Tim330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW85_Adr3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/YzL82046GDs/s400/Caitlin+and+Tim330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270826643258978162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW85zbS2OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DY05WY7TtRc/s1600-h/Caitlin+and+Tim321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW85zbS2OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DY05WY7TtRc/s400/Caitlin+and+Tim321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270826640150288610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and I have these pictures from her photographer&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-3138592353701563054?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/3138592353701563054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=3138592353701563054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/3138592353701563054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/3138592353701563054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-to-caitlins-wedding.html' title='Thanks to Caitlin&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW858vc0NI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3F7pjUEJ2_g/s72-c/Caitlin+and+Tim393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-8995337928347846836</id><published>2008-11-20T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:25:22.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Dat</title><content type='html'>"Women need a cause.  Any other life would be empty."&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-Alice Paul, early suffragette&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/8304544785440054030-8995337928347846836?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8995337928347846836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=8995337928347846836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8995337928347846836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8995337928347846836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-dat.html' title='True Dat'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-6564217920912535889</id><published>2008-11-20T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:15:47.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sayin...</title><content type='html'>I don't hate gay people.  Not even a little bit.  I can't imagine battling as hard of a trial as same sex attraction.  That being said, I really love this quote by William Wilbanks, a frequently quoted Law Professor from some big deal University that I can't remember right now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I call it the New Obscenity.  It's not a four-letter word, but an oft repeated statement that strikes at the very core of our humanity.  The four words are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't help myself."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This philosophy sees man as an organism being acted upon by biological and social forces, rather than as an agent with free will.  It views offenders not as sinful or criminal but as "sick". By ignoring the idea that people face temptations that can and should be resisted, it denies the very quality that separates us from the animals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         -William Wilbanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing against gay people, I have everything against the argument that they were "born that way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-6564217920912535889?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/6564217920912535889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=6564217920912535889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6564217920912535889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6564217920912535889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-sayin.html' title='Just Sayin...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-804256919174621678</id><published>2008-11-11T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:18:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Michelle Obama:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SRmgx0-gC8I/AAAAAAAAADg/wzi2XVijYec/s1600-h/amd_narcisofashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SRmgx0-gC8I/AAAAAAAAADg/wzi2XVijYec/s400/amd_narcisofashion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267418017081330626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SRmf1IYUTFI/AAAAAAAAADY/56mAjFjfATw/s1600-h/michelle_obama_k9v9kznc_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SRmf1IYUTFI/AAAAAAAAADY/56mAjFjfATw/s400/michelle_obama_k9v9kznc_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267416974317866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband was just named the President.  Step it up! You look pregnant, or eerily black widow-ish.  Perhaps that was on purpose, and this hideous dress is a subtle precursor to the next 4 years where you plan on killing your husband and taking over his reign of terror.  Oh well, couldn't be much worse, could it? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR maybe she is pregnant? With another one of John Edwards' love children? The Democrats sure do have a lot of drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. that is not a personal attack on her figure, she is a skinny woman, that's just an ugly dress.  It doesn't even look good on 90 pound women on the catwalk.  I'm not attacking her because of her looks, I'm just pointing out the first in an inevitable string of bad decisions that she will make these next four years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-804256919174621678?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/804256919174621678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=804256919174621678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/804256919174621678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/804256919174621678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-michelle-obama.html' title='Dear Michelle Obama:'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SRmgx0-gC8I/AAAAAAAAADg/wzi2XVijYec/s72-c/amd_narcisofashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-2236164847597722345</id><published>2008-11-03T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:50:07.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing my fingers</title><content type='html'>for tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-2236164847597722345?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/2236164847597722345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=2236164847597722345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2236164847597722345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2236164847597722345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/11/crossing-my-fingers.html' title='Crossing my fingers'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-6064945267440107535</id><published>2008-10-28T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:34:26.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I absolutely MUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since the creation of my glorious blog, I've tried (rather unsuccessfully) to avoid a lot of my own political analysis.  I've strayed from my primary objective to post adorable pictures of nieces and nephews and fill you in on the recent happenings of my quite eventful life (also, unsuccessfully).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was fun for awhile, but now I absolutely no matter what cannot afford to remain quiet any longer.  We've all heard it said: This is quite possibly the most important election we've ever faced.  Not only because we're faced with the option of electing a Muslim who &lt;a href="http://citizenwells.wordpress.com/2008/08/28/philip-j-berg-obama-lawsuit-update-temporary-restraining-order-philadelphia-federal-court-obama-being-served-philadelphia-times-herald-obama-not-us-citizen-update/"&gt;may have been lying&lt;/a&gt; about being born in the United States, who has clear, indisputable ties to William Ayers, a self proclaimed anarchist and known terrorist, (it is so incredible to me that that's not even enough evidence for people to stop supporting his candidacy), but also because the controversial, emotional, offensive, and dare I say it, MORAL issue of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:36px;"&gt;PROPOSITION 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-size:36px;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Purple, how fitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a BYU student gives me the opportunity to hear from incredible speakers (with the minor exception of Harry Reid, whose visit I boycotted) every Tuesday.  Today I was lucky enough to hear the most powerful talk on the sanctity of marriage and the value of human life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert P. George is the f&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ounder and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;director of the James Madison Program in American Ideals and Institutions and the McCormick Professor of Jurisprudence at Princeton University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;re degrees than I can even remember.  He spoke to us about the moral purposes of law and government.  I attended the forum (and shamefully admit it was the first I've been to all semester) because I didn't have anything else to do between 11:05 and 12:05 Tuesday afternoon and I am so incredibly glad that I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert George spoke about the importance of limited government, but the dangers of libertarianism.  He made a strong point of telling us that law and government exist to protect and serve individuals, not the other way around.  Government exists for the people.  One of my favorite quotes of this portion of his talk was when he said "the commitment to limited government is itself the fruit of moral conviction."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He addressed the fact that those of us who firmly believe that any other marriage than that between a man and a woman is destructive not only to society but also to the psyche and general well-being of it's children, are the vast minority these days.  We need to stand up for what's right and what we believe in.  He said "speak it lovingly, speak it kindly, but speak it firmly." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my favorite things he said about marriage  (these quotes are not verbatim, this is the best that I can remember, and I can't find the transcript or video of it online):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  There is a reason that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; cultures treat marriage as a public concern and even legally recognize it.  Marriage is the indispensable foundation of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Children are gifts, gifts that solidify the couple as a unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty basic so far, but now it gets scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Once we've given up the idea of marriage as a male/female ratio, there is only a thin layer of moral standing keeping us from legalizing marriage between 3 or more people!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I never NEVER thought about that! Seriously, if we think that a strong bond between same sexed people, call it "love" if you must, is enough to create a marriage, then what's to say that a group of people, say three close girlfriends who get along really well and have a strong bond with each other, decide that they are in love and want to get married...all of them... to each other.  What's stopping them? Certainly not the constitution (if prop 8) doesn't pass.  It's the inevitable next step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The three states that have legalized gay marriage (MA, CT, CA) have not done so because of a strong democratic voice by the citizens of those states, but because of the "creative interpretation of the constitution by socially liberal judges."  So much for government BY the people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people say that they don't know why Utahns care so much about Prop 8, after all, "it doesn't even directly affect us"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in the words of Dwight Shrute: False.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once states start legalizing this, the Full Faith and Credit Clause will make it so Utah will have to recognize their unions.  The judiciary will find us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Abortions:  he compared abortion to Hitler's German phrase, (I wish I could remember it in German, &lt;a href="http://www.natalieandcraig.blospot.com"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; could tell me how to say it, she served her mission there) anyway, the Nazi phrase that they used to describe the Jews, and it means "a life unworthy of a life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to clarify, I do NOT hate gay people by any means, I just feel very strongly that marriage between a man and woman is ordained of God.  I don't wish to infringe on their rights, but when their rights to marriage infringe on my rights to raise a family with as minimally skewed view as possible on morality, the way society functions, and love, then it crosses the line.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move to Iran, they love gay people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please vote.  Unless you disagree with me, then please do not.  Also, women don't forget it took us 75 years to get the vote, don't belittle the incredible sacrifices and advancements of our foremothers by not voting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-6064945267440107535?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/6064945267440107535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=6064945267440107535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6064945267440107535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6064945267440107535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-i-absolutely-must.html' title='Because I absolutely MUST'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-1580287252655454097</id><published>2008-10-16T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:08:13.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=';'/><title type='text'>Dear Blogging Community,</title><content type='html'>I NEED you! When I'm sitting in my classes listening to my professors drone on, occasionally my fingers slip to navigate my laptop screen away from my Word Document full of pointless notes (that are always included on blackboard anyway) to the fill in the blank URL of some www.---------------.blogspot.com web address.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly my world transforms from lecture slides to hilarious anecdotes and musings from my closest friends.  I laugh as I read the Julie Garbutt's of the world's critique of their latest dates.  I am inspired by the Lauren Stratton's incredibly unique sense of style, and the Aly Williams penchant for photography.  I smile in my head when I read the Chelsea Gould's unique "Chelsea-isms" (and cringe at her sicko pictures from her cadaver classes).  I am entertained by the Kristy Wilson's sarcastic tones and of course, my heart is warmed when I see the beautiful pictures of the families of the Lisa Deans, the Natalie Clawsons and the Stephanie Grants.  The list goes on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, dear sweet blogging community, you can see how dependent I am on you.  When you fail to post regularly (and I KNOW I am the pot calling the kettle black when I make these claims considering I am the world's most inconsistent blogger, and can't even figure out how to link my friends to my bloggy thing, but no one is depending on me for their happiness so get off my back about it) but anyway, when you fail to post regularly, I am forced to pay attention in my endless hours of classes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, do us all a favor and keep it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passionately yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. I sincerely hope no one thinks it is creepy that i really like their blogs.  My intent behind this post was to keep my friends, and not make them want to get a restraining order against me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-1580287252655454097?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/1580287252655454097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=1580287252655454097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1580287252655454097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1580287252655454097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-blogging-community.html' title='Dear Blogging Community,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-1792237715525380835</id><published>2008-10-07T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:34:59.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm writing in red because I'm mad that NONE OF MY PICTURES WORK when I try to load them on my blog! FYI I put some way cute pictures of bangs online but alas, none of you will get to see them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. I got bangs, and they're awesome, but you'll never know now, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a terrible, poor excuse for a blogger.&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/8304544785440054030-1792237715525380835?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/1792237715525380835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=1792237715525380835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1792237715525380835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1792237715525380835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-2105050361766946452</id><published>2008-09-23T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:53:23.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa-Pizza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is My beautiful Sister Lisa's birthday. In honor of this glorious day of her birth, I'm going to list just a few of the many billions of reasons why the world is so much better because she is in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4515.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://F56EC62A-CAFA-438D-B71F-5B215F710C38/IMG_4515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1)Lisa is funny, no wrong word. Lisa is beyond anything you've ever seen, laugh so hard your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stomach hurts, you're sure she should be a stand-up comic or on TV or something, she is so so funny. She doesn't even have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to try, she finds humor in life's simplest conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Lisa is a Helpful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Holly. Lisa is always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, ALWAYS volunteering to help&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me with my problems. A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;week ago she buffed my nails for no reason for heaven's sakes!!! She is the best listener and has aided me in avoiding many a meltdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) She has so many talents. She's an incredible photographer, if you don't believe me, check out her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhettlisadean.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. Consequently, she has taken many pictures of me that she's posted on her blog, leading me to be skyrocketed to world renowned fame and undoubtedly impending fortune.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) She's an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;incredible mother. Have you seen her children? My goodness. She and Rhett produce beautiful human beings. She's always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;possessed that natural motherly quality. I have a lot of fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;memories of her baby sitting me when I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; little, she always makes things so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5) All my sisters and I, along with many other lucky people, have Lisa to thank for our hair cuts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and color. She is so talented and I'm not just saying that because I love my hair. She puts Warren Tricomi to shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) She is the most hospitable person ever. She always lets Blake and I and Steph and Dave come&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;over on Sunday nights (and throughout the week) to watch a movie and hang out and have a fun little party, CommVa's usually included.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7) Have you seen her makeup? Flawless. Lisa is so creative and always looks so beautiful. Lisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;taught me how to put on and subsequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; love makeup. Lisa's brand of choice? Nothing but MAC. She knows what it's all about. She also has an incredible fashion sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and always looks SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="billy_b_beauty.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://69FF3260-ED20-46F2-ABE8-9A7D2E8F2698/billy_b_beauty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="150_mac.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://F06607CE-1263-4CAA-B1C4-DD9C4F2C5584/150_mac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8) She has so many friends. She has such an incredible capacity to care for other people. She is genuinely concerned about others and does all she can to help them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9) She always TiVo's my favorite shows for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me when my hectic weekly school schedule won't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;permit me to watch them when they air. Then I get to come over on Sunday nights and catch up! (SO excited for Desperate, Brothers and Sisters, and of course, THE OFFICE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10) Lisa is SO family oriented and I don't think she's ever missed one of my basketball games or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tennis matches. She's a die-hard sports fan (especially BYU football and Sean's basketball games). To sit next to her is to truly know what it's like to Bleed Blue and love Orem High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="1099454450_73e5b21f5c.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://082D949B-1942-496C-8EB2-5112873CBC64/1099454450_73e5b21f5c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is one of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my best friends, and would be even if we had no relation. I am so lucky to have her in my family! Happy Birthday Lisa! I love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-2105050361766946452?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/2105050361766946452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=2105050361766946452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2105050361766946452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/2105050361766946452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/09/lisa-pizza.html' title='Lisa-Pizza!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-1481871658320774804</id><published>2008-09-07T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:42:27.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SMTNKUDTR6I/AAAAAAAAACM/bGBkSd5uiwM/s1600-h/01AwcA9htD4qEAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SMTNKUDTR6I/AAAAAAAAACM/bGBkSd5uiwM/s400/01AwcA9htD4qEAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243541443231041442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Me and Blake Lively, the girl from Gossip Girl, People have told me we look alike before, but I got it more when I had longer hair.  (P.S she totally copied my look)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P. P.S too bad I'm fake smiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-1481871658320774804?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/1481871658320774804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=1481871658320774804' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1481871658320774804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/1481871658320774804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-thoughts.html' title='Your Thoughts?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SMTNKUDTR6I/AAAAAAAAACM/bGBkSd5uiwM/s72-c/01AwcA9htD4qEAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-8043603956493002513</id><published>2008-09-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:53:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Are Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SMTMzT-0puI/AAAAAAAAACE/UWJXrzNEdgQ/s1600-h/IMG_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243541048075265762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SMTMzT-0puI/AAAAAAAAACE/UWJXrzNEdgQ/s400/IMG_4703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright so here is just one thing from a list of hundreds of billions of things that are cute: Primary Programs.  My mom is in charge of the primary program in her ward so the past few Sundays I've been helping her hold rehearsals for the kids.  This year my mom decided to let all the kids tell a quick experience about times when they've felt the Holy Ghost or had a great experience with prayer.  The stories from the children are unbelievably adorable! They mostly consist of times when they couldn't find their shoes or something and they would say a prayer and remember where they left them, or times when they didn't have a good feeling about something or some situation they were in so they left.  I love hearing their stalwart testimonies.  It is so, so cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So this especially fidgety little boy got up to say his line, and he gets real close to the microphone and says "so one time I was at a park when I was really little and I was standing on a garbage can, then I fell and landed on the table, but then I hit my head on the table and landed on the bench, and then I landed on the concrete.......in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Funniest. Thing. Ever.   I'm sure there was more to that story but he decided to edit it in his head before he said it out loud.  I love little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also love how Heavenly Father answers the prayers of faithful little children.  I remember being in T-Ball and being late for a game and I couldn't find my mitt.  Of course I was freaking out because I am the most competitive person on this planet and I couldn't bear the thought of being late and not having as many times at-bat as everyone else.  I was frantically searching my house and couldn't find it anywhere.  Finally I had the thought to say a prayer, so as a little 6 year old I kneeled down and prayed that Heavenly Father would help me find my mitt.  Almost immediately I remembered I had left it on the boot rack.  I remember thinking that this prayer thing was pretty cool, and that I should try it out more often.  It's so fun to have these tiny memories that seem so insignificant but really lay the foundation for a much stronger testimony later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On an unrelated note, look how incredible my niece Taylor is. She's only 4 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-8043603956493002513?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8043603956493002513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=8043603956493002513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8043603956493002513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8043603956493002513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-are-cute.html' title='Things That Are Cute'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SMTMzT-0puI/AAAAAAAAACE/UWJXrzNEdgQ/s72-c/IMG_4703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-8694484488781490977</id><published>2008-09-02T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:57:45.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SL3g_aoH_yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zP1JeuRH-7o/s1600-h/silly_girl_design_pink_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SL3g_aoH_yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zP1JeuRH-7o/s400/silly_girl_design_pink_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241592921413123874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the Oblivious Female:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oblivious female, your plight is getting old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i am with him, holding his hand, walking side-by-side, laughing with him and hugging him, I am his girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not ask him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your time&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/8304544785440054030-8694484488781490977?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8694484488781490977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=8694484488781490977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8694484488781490977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/8694484488781490977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to.html' title='Ode To...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SL3g_aoH_yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zP1JeuRH-7o/s72-c/silly_girl_design_pink_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-6344684590520900166</id><published>2008-09-01T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:51:40.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;div&gt;-realizing that i missed a call, and it's from him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-spontaneous parties with my sisters and brother until 4 in the morning, much like what happened tonight.  (we're all a little too competitive when it comes to skip-bo and phase 10 so we have to keep playing until we all feel vindicated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-turning on the radio when my favorite song of that second is just coming on, then singing to it really, really loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Fears:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Anything medical.  Anyone who knows me will attest to this.  Perhaps I should be more clear: Anything medical includes but is not limited to a)talking about veins b) asking me to look in your eyeball because there is something in your contact c) telling me about previous injuries involving any amount of blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Getting my belly button poked.  Don't ask me, I don't understand it either.  It's just something I hate.  Don't go there and we can still be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Large Marge from Pee Wee's Big Adventure.  To this day, she is the scariest thing I can imagine.  You know how sometimes if you're alone in your house or in the dark or something and your mind plays terrible tricks on you by making you think of the scariest scariest thing ever and you get scared to the maximum capacity? Well my mind conjures up images of Large Marge with her bulging eyeballs and trucker overalls.  Sickening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Goals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Be much more organized.  I'm in the process of deep cleaning my room at my parents house.  This includes looking specifically at every single item I've accumulated throughout the course of my 19 and 5/6 years of life and deciding whether or not to throw it away.  No joke, I just came across a Barbie pencil box that my neighbor Megan gave me for my 6th Birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Be a better Scripture reader.  I love reading them, I just need to make sure I do it every single day.  I'm trying to start reading them in the mornings so I won't be too tired at nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Make more time for my nieces and nephews.  They are the most incredible, hilarious, brilliant, adorable people on this earth.  I love being with them.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLu501UJnvI/AAAAAAAAABw/6ZrRZgWEssk/s1600-h/IMG_5131.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLu501UJnvI/AAAAAAAAABw/6ZrRZgWEssk/s400/IMG_5131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240986908691635954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 Current Obsessions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Being with Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tennis, again.  It's good to be back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Random and Surprising Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have the sweetest freckle on my second toe on my left foot, and just found out that Tiff has the same one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm a direct descendent of Rebecca Nurse, the woman from The Crucible who was hanged as a witch in the Salem Witch Trials in Salem Essex, Massachusetts in 1621&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I would rather eat something spicy or sour, like a pickle, then ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag everyone who reads this.  Suckers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-6344684590520900166?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/6344684590520900166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=6344684590520900166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6344684590520900166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/6344684590520900166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLu501UJnvI/AAAAAAAAABw/6ZrRZgWEssk/s72-c/IMG_5131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-4920757373481596715</id><published>2008-09-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:14:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking Things Up a Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Due to some gentle prodding from a few of my close friends, I've decided to transform my blog from a harsh political criticism to something slightly more personal, (although I don't see how you can get more personal than by exposing your most raw and real opinions to the world).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now entering the ranks of traditional bloggers. So, to kick things off, I'll update you, the gentle reader, on my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) BYU starts on Tuesday! Who's excited? Obviously I am. I can't wait. Even though I went to school Spring and Summer semester, I'm still extremely excited about coming back for Fall! I love it there, I'm convinced that you can find the very most interesting people in the world at the Y.  To top it all off, I'm taking the coolest classes ever AND I get to be on campus with my incredible boyfriend :)    (yes, i really did just type a primitive smiley face with proper English punctuation.  I must really be happy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLuxRWM6U7I/AAAAAAAAABY/icbvVmoaCoM/s1600-h/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLuxRWM6U7I/AAAAAAAAABY/icbvVmoaCoM/s320/byu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240977502951330738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I moved home. I LOVE home! The way I see it, it's a pretty winning combination.  I love my family, my family resides in my home, therefore, I love my home.  It's a pretty basic syllogism really.  It makes perfect sense.  Plus, it's a pretty awesome way to save up some pennies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLuybvb0OSI/AAAAAAAAABo/P7bm_DJ0oco/s1600-h/n516225621_24443_5631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLuybvb0OSI/AAAAAAAAABo/P7bm_DJ0oco/s320/n516225621_24443_5631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240978781035051298" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I'm playing tennis again, so I'm even MORE happy, if you can imagine it.  My little (if you can call 6'6" little) brother Sean and I have been playing a lot lately.  I love playing with Sean, he is such an incredible athlete.  Is there anything this boy can't do?  (The jury's still out on that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLuxt0VgQtI/AAAAAAAAABg/EYgob-LN9d4/s1600-h/fixing+my+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) On a not so positive note, I threw out my back.  Well, technically what happened is my SI joint, or the lowest joint in my spine slips out of place sometimes, temporarily restricting my motion and causing me quite a bit of pain to be honest.  Not a big deal though, It's happened before and I'll be back to normal after a few days of stretching, alternating heat and ice and a visit to the physical therapist or two.  This new injury is probably attributed to my sudden and rapid return to tennis after a long, hard absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm sorry, I can't resist, I plan to post my thoughts on Joe Biden and Sarah Palin, but this post can be a nice little break from politics for a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-4920757373481596715?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4920757373481596715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=4920757373481596715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/4920757373481596715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/4920757373481596715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/09/shaking-things-up-bit.html' title='Shaking Things Up a Bit'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SLuxRWM6U7I/AAAAAAAAABY/icbvVmoaCoM/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-5827780504970492993</id><published>2008-07-16T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:26:23.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an informative little video...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an endearing biography of our darling presidential contender: B. Hussein Obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... it's worth the 13 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#"&gt;http://www.eyeblast.tv/Public/Video.aspx?rsrcID=2036.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-5827780504970492993?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5827780504970492993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=5827780504970492993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5827780504970492993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5827780504970492993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-informative-little-video.html' title='Just an informative little video...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304544785440054030.post-5580533962981958854</id><published>2008-06-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:36:52.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of a Hard Core Republican</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SE4jgqLIe6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VldHj_54VDM/s1600-h/DSC01003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SE4ifaLIe5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/z_6oTg-rp9A/s1600-h/DSC01001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SE4ifaLIe5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/z_6oTg-rp9A/s400/DSC01001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210139741911546770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I've been jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; of my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sisters and their blogs for quite some time now, and I can't help but notice as I tirelessly peruse their endlessly entertaining and endearing blog posts that one of the reasons that I keep returning to their blogs (and to so many others) is for the adorable stories and pictures of their beautiful families and brand new babies.  I love logging on and seeing the nervous excitement on little Spencer's face as he is about to embark on his first day of school, and reading about baby Sophie's many trips abroad.  You see, to me the world of blogging is an elite club, and to ensure your spot on the proverbial guest list, participants must have an adoring husband, beautiful children, and a never-ending list of humorous anecdotes about all of them.  Since I am a wee child of 19 and 8/12's and have yet to embark on the wondrous journey of marriage and motherhood, I will instead monopolize this great byproduct of the internet to enlighten all of you with my own political beliefs, as well as personal thoughts.  You're welcome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I am scared.  I'm scared for the state of our nation, as I imagine many of you are also.  Typically, when we get to this point in American politics, we have the choice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;of choosing between a Democrat or a Republican as the next leader of the free world.  This election, however, we do not have that luxury. Instead, we are given the choice between an admitted Democrat, and closet liberal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be that as it may, I hope with my whole heart that Senator McCain becomes our next President.  The issues that are the most important here are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.  Protecting America from terrorists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Staying in Iraq until we can safely exit (not just when it's safe for our troops to exit, but also when it's safe for the Iraqi people to govern themselves without the possibility of repeated anarchy and tyranny.  Until we can ensure Democracy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Fighting to protect traditional families and preserve the sanctity of marriage between men and women (wow, how close-minded of me to think that we should be obedient to God's commandments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Protecting our economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My opinions on these subjects are matched far more closely by Senator McCain's than by Senator Obama's.  I am also disgusted by the fact that if Obama were to be President, he would sit down with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.  That is saying he's willing to negotiate with terrorists.  We know that this man hates Americans and is capable of nuclear warfare.  Why isn't this higher up on Obama's list of priorities to keep nuclear weapons out of Iran?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SE4jgqLIe6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VldHj_54VDM/s400/DSC01003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210140862898011042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, I'm excited to see who will join McCain on the ticket.  I don't think he or Obama will announce their choice until it's much closer to the convention, maybe a week or so before.  The big question is, will McCain pick Governor Romney? The man who knows more about our economy than any of the other candidates and their advisors combined? The man with first hand leadership knowledge and real experience? The man who I can confidently say will be the President of the United States of America at some point? Or will he pick someone else.  Maybe Governor Bobby Jindal, there's a lot of speculation about Jindal joining the ticket.  What about Charlie Crist, the Governor of Florida? Although I think that's unlikely because of all the controversy surrounding his tax issues.  Maybe Gov. Tim Pawlenty of Minnesota? He's been a McCain fan for a loooong time.  Who knows....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For now, I hope people don't ignore the glaring problems with a possible Obama Presidency.  Why is the issue with his "personal spiritual advisor" Reverend Jeremiah Wright suddenly seem to be disappearing? Does this not raise any red flags for anybody? What possibly qualifies this man to be President? What does he have other than his charisma and the increasingly obnoxious "Yes We Can" chant?  Sure, he's optimistic, but an optimistic political rookie is still a rookie.  Also, as a personal side note to Hussein Obama's advisors, stop trying to deter people from voting for McCain by comparing him to President Bush.  One of the main issues people have with him is that he isn't enough LIKE President Bush because he isn't conservative enough.  I think that by comparing the two, they are actually encouraging the social conservative to vote for John McCain, so I guess, keep up the good work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's all I've got for today.  Once I get sick of this, I'll just start posting cute pictures of my nieces and nephews to make sure all interest is not lost and my blog doesn't fall into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304544785440054030-5580533962981958854?l=michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5580533962981958854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304544785440054030&amp;postID=5580533962981958854' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5580533962981958854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304544785440054030/posts/default/5580533962981958854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleleepeterson.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-and-times-of-hard-core-republican.html' title='The Life and Times of a Hard Core Republican'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03206309178969737091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SSW5JGqowaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GE_AjjvlQg/S220/PFamily202.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uxJ618d_Oxk/SE4ifaLIe5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/z_6oTg-rp9A/s72-c/DSC01001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
