tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626878029324567792024-02-21T00:10:29.080-08:00Morgan & EmilyMorganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-12200382792595878412012-05-29T09:47:00.001-07:002012-05-29T09:47:13.752-07:00"C'mon Picasso had babies well into his seventies!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thanks to Anna Campbell for making this video of Morgan and I. </div>
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I sure do miss this little nigglet.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-70970909082279781072012-05-26T19:42:00.000-07:002012-06-13T09:02:56.491-07:00"Hey there pizza face, whats up!"<div style="text-align: center;">
Welp kids this is Morgan reporting from the land of trees, Gatlinburg Tennessee. School is out and the inseparable cousins have been separated for the summer. I was recently thinking about all of the amazing things we managed to do this school year; camped out for the BYU game in sub zero temperatures, appeared on the BBC thanks to Chad Hogan, stood in line for 2 hours for free Cafe Rio, sledded down old main hill, were brides maids for the wonderful Janey Feller, rode in a limo, shot shotguns, oh and lets not forget that we BOTH PASSED ANATOMY! This lead me to realize two things one, we don't blog enough and two, we are pretty much a big deal. </div>
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Well I just wanted to go ahead and give a little run down on what I'm doing over here in the Smoky Mountains. This summer I am working for <a href="http://www.climbworkscanopy.com/" target="_blank">C.L.I.M.B Works Canopy</a> a zip line tour nestled right up to the nation forest. I have been here a whooping three days and I am already head over heels in love with the place. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, needs to see this part of the country in there lifetime, preferable from a zip line. I have learned so much in these three days, about trees, mountains, harnesses, Polaris's, trees, zip lines, repealing, knots, chiggers, and more trees. I already know more about the Smoky Mountains then I do the Rockies, get this, if you took all of the salamanders and all of the bears in the Smoky's and weighed them the salamanders would out weigh the bears, say what, its true! </div>
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Next week I'll make sure to bring my camera along on some tours and get shots to post because I will never be able to put into words how green it is here.</div>
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And I would also like to throw in a side note that on the 2nd of May Em asked me, "Is today Cinco De Mayo? Did I miss it? Oh wait no its on the 4th!" Silly Emily. </div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-23784753749764956172012-04-02T09:31:00.003-07:002012-04-02T22:02:21.142-07:00mmmerica!<div style="text-align: center;">It's true. We did it. We went to California by ourselves. Best spring break ever. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Day One-Travel</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Emily and myself attended a 9am farewell. I was so antsy the entire time, I literally pushed Emily out the chapel doors, no time for chit chat we had places to go. We then picked up the one and only Alyssa Marie Benson and we were on our way. With our handy GPS to guide us we set out on one heck of an adventure.<br />
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We wanted to be on the Ellen show so bad. We somehow got it in our heads that even though we didn't have tickets if we just showed up we could talk our way onto the show. Well we didn't talk our way onto the show but we did talk our way into the parking garage. Yes yes I know you are all amazed that we talked our way into free parking, we were pretty jazzed about it too. We waited outside the Ellen Show in the "Standby Ticket" line even though we had no such tickets. After about on hour some official looking Ellen person told us we had no chance of getting in. Crushed and heartbroken we drove to Sunset beach. I think what really turned this day around was when we saw there was a Jack in the Box at Sunset beach. If there is one thing that Emily loves it is tacos. You may not know but you can get two tacos at Jack in the Box for 99 cents. Emily went nuts. Alyssa and myself listened to some ridiculous Emily math as she tried to explain to us how much it would cost her to eat two tacos for every meal for a week. It reminded me a little<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qhm7-LEBznk" target="_blank"> of this video</a>. But not that extreme, but still really funny. We had the beach to ourselves, it was glorious. We played in the water, danced, and worked on Emily's sunburn all day.<br />
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We woke up bright and early to get our moneys worth and I'll tell you what 16 hours later we sure had our moneys worth. When we got to Disneyland we meet up with Alyssa's friend Zac Flores and he became our personal tour guide. Turns out if you are a local and have a season pass you know your way around Disney like nobody's business! We named the ride we wanted to get on next and Zac directed us like we were a flock of Asian tourists. It was a beautiful day and the lines were surprisingly short, in fact we walked right on to Splash Mountain. Pure bliss.<br />
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<b> Day Five- Laguna</b></div>For our last day on the sunny west coast we headed out to Laguna Beach.<br />
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"Turn left on Perry Avenue. Then board ferry."<br />
Silence fell over the car followed by wait, what did that just say? So many people had recommend Ruby's to us yet not one had mentioned that we would need to take an auto ferry to get there, you would think that might be something you would tell three girls from Utah. Well the GPS hadn't failed us yet so we drove the car right on to that ferry and sure enough it took us across the sea to Ruby's.<br />
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<b>Day Six: Homeward Bound</b><br />
We packed our bags early and said a tearful goodbye to sunny California. It was smooth sailing all the way to the Nevada border. That's were we stopped to ride Desperado at Buffalo Bills. Alyssa and I did all we could to get Em on it but she had rode it once before and there was no chance of getting her back on. Back in '96 Desperado was the worlds tallest, steepest, and fastest roller coaster, it was a rush, and a fantastic way to top off our trip.<br />
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</div>Need to give a quick shout out to Jewelz and Nat, their incredible <a href="http://www.oliviaandaspen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> is where we discovered the song Speaks by Matt Pond. A shout out to Kendall Hawkins as well for introducing us to the song Can't Hold Us by Macklemore. I kid you not when I say we listened to these two songs nearly a hundred times on the trip, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.<br />
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Spring break 2012 will always be one of the greatest trips of my life.<br />
Emily herself has put together a little video of our trip, it's a real keeper, enjoy<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="394" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/39636606?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="700"></iframe>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-13966768085901567682012-03-04T21:09:00.000-08:002012-03-04T21:09:34.860-08:00"Three words, treat yo self."<div style="text-align: center;">Awhile ago I blogged about how we like to treat ourselves. What we haven't blogged about however is how this semester we have taken the phrase "Treat yo self" to heart. Tuesday nights have become mini holidays at our apartment and have been named Treat Yo Self Tuesday. What this means is every Tuesday we clear our schedule ignore our homework and go out to eat and watch a movie. It's been an instant success. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Half priced Tacos at Cafe Rio</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihowWQlTPBwGluZR4pAScgBOGarg8ZraNkQSG59XqfyJqZca_HHpAdTqW1MvaihRTYYZJuf4bLw48qi0lOgiiaDbFvcOdOL9Wc68Wy3BxJw5eXqryA0Mhj5yQMGwlijfpsMOZCo6mNnQ0/s1600/photo(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihowWQlTPBwGluZR4pAScgBOGarg8ZraNkQSG59XqfyJqZca_HHpAdTqW1MvaihRTYYZJuf4bLw48qi0lOgiiaDbFvcOdOL9Wc68Wy3BxJw5eXqryA0Mhj5yQMGwlijfpsMOZCo6mNnQ0/s320/photo(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Buy one #1 get one free at Chick-Fil-A</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFwabr7TC5tsk2F2_Fav1BzxiW8FISTDqwzQQpkswOzbpncqsz0w-acGmlv8eX3XQY9irFBy9DW1i5EzmdJ1lEN5HM1RH49mbMJXE8JZi7HFsQ-Rx6STaGstpr6j4vwsCWiyJWfR3lKg/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFwabr7TC5tsk2F2_Fav1BzxiW8FISTDqwzQQpkswOzbpncqsz0w-acGmlv8eX3XQY9irFBy9DW1i5EzmdJ1lEN5HM1RH49mbMJXE8JZi7HFsQ-Rx6STaGstpr6j4vwsCWiyJWfR3lKg/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="319" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> $5 all you can eat Pizza at Pizza Pie Cafe<br />
They have Mac and "CHEESE" pizza</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbVi84ShG5cuSLkP2Tqzw_RBWTIDwiMe71h4kditNX_rmXbFUPsFPP1L2rhssXCYxUiK2cUMykHSoIpJ_S9f_TfqBdOIdb3HqV4qkiHlEgwst0kuFrvHqVBsVW-hazA1qYPXibWF7Gww/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbVi84ShG5cuSLkP2Tqzw_RBWTIDwiMe71h4kditNX_rmXbFUPsFPP1L2rhssXCYxUiK2cUMykHSoIpJ_S9f_TfqBdOIdb3HqV4qkiHlEgwst0kuFrvHqVBsVW-hazA1qYPXibWF7Gww/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" width="298" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Free pancakes at IHOP on National Pancake Day </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYVk3M5rCogwDNWdjlrBAuQ_zJWP_aQ3ImSZTLtnUenN9MJ3tjLW4x-6yJKliO8MunZrCPcU-4f-odclklYUb1_W8RW9AEA_aMo9XDWFgUG8jbGuLOmS_WmujlbLLPvRybjh-WKvbI7Q/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYVk3M5rCogwDNWdjlrBAuQ_zJWP_aQ3ImSZTLtnUenN9MJ3tjLW4x-6yJKliO8MunZrCPcU-4f-odclklYUb1_W8RW9AEA_aMo9XDWFgUG8jbGuLOmS_WmujlbLLPvRybjh-WKvbI7Q/s400/photo%25284%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Treat Yo Self Tuesday gets me through the week.<br />
Look forward to a blog about the ultimate Treat Yo Self day, Tuesday March 13, DISNEYLAND!</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-14697857084844810882012-03-04T20:36:00.001-08:002012-03-04T21:14:57.504-08:00"It's about time Benny, my clothes are goin' outa style."<div style="text-align: center;">Well Emily is sicky mcsick which means things are pretty quiet around here so I guess its time for a 'lil blog. I have once again been collecting texts, I've got a few more then last time but I think they are worth your time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRk21PDWw7U2olbPRJqFKSienUo1d2rZlMIaChKZFxYx8FWMd0Px6PP3njnlyKS8n7imYy4XB3csVK2jUKoI2u4_yVffjHvIB51AQfQP8RsIztuu_8G_32AlO_gOETqu4QxqV0V1LIRIY/s1600/photo.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRk21PDWw7U2olbPRJqFKSienUo1d2rZlMIaChKZFxYx8FWMd0Px6PP3njnlyKS8n7imYy4XB3csVK2jUKoI2u4_yVffjHvIB51AQfQP8RsIztuu_8G_32AlO_gOETqu4QxqV0V1LIRIY/s400/photo.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9pOGYb0-xj9Xu-daL-3UhKydSyj_lR-mILe_3P6ir-zkERwNhYJNyJy2eA9eid2HM9gzXuUuuNNCal8DrUfzF_h2E3YvirijCTyRHfHV3upiedgiDw_KER26zGhmcIl4tquXU9SG7_g/s1600/photo%25289%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsEUizr3VoGQt074p-pq1jIUCgW4PAOpybM9ijQqThZR_tOD6N7CYf1ATxHqZqvF9mkhppAfnK4IMjd1YyUFU-uXlZ54cSOGRXg52JLWr9C3tYxmV1Qtb4MxLYrrU0FWsUrvGDFpFd2Tg/s400/photo%252810%2529.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Remember the last text blog when Emily admitted to eating a pound of stocking candy in under 5 minutes?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtTw1T3hqB6jVGANA19_1nbEpvexuESq545WBnq-TGgHDbjW7f40iOqfHNn07YL2Yw7Td7jHN0pRV1XHiiJaU5bRq14g7bVs_9FudHPrn9YDtW43BbYgNsDpau1hJp3ZytZBceiDYTHM/s1600/photo%25287%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtTw1T3hqB6jVGANA19_1nbEpvexuESq545WBnq-TGgHDbjW7f40iOqfHNn07YL2Yw7Td7jHN0pRV1XHiiJaU5bRq14g7bVs_9FudHPrn9YDtW43BbYgNsDpau1hJp3ZytZBceiDYTHM/s400/photo%25287%2529.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzmZ290JbVdsnOt4tjRD907NXtd5LzZvJaRdT_RI1u2yhv0mo38p_vd5d2y1vu_XZ1-7-BnKtBXzVWCqn2XUndZYXfmSec4QRSObn40HT_n6FYGr-8g9KncGXq86rUbYtewwi_tPbIew/s1600/photo%25286%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzmZ290JbVdsnOt4tjRD907NXtd5LzZvJaRdT_RI1u2yhv0mo38p_vd5d2y1vu_XZ1-7-BnKtBXzVWCqn2XUndZYXfmSec4QRSObn40HT_n6FYGr-8g9KncGXq86rUbYtewwi_tPbIew/s400/photo%25286%2529.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-6812862446557867422012-02-17T10:11:00.000-08:002012-02-17T10:13:03.641-08:00"Here comes Salami Sam!"My friend Mallory sent me this video in an email. It brought tears to my eyes because I was laughing so hard. Simply when he flashes the yellow card.<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fd6Q-TE_h78" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe><br />Happy Friday!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-76873047099400747462012-02-13T10:23:00.000-08:002012-02-13T10:59:00.185-08:00"And I was RUNNIN!"I think Morgan says it best, "me and Emily are queens of the linger longer. First to the food, first out the door." Yesterday after church was a linger longer or as they call it in Amy's ward, "a cookie and a lookie," so disturbing. The ward meets in the gymnasium and you're suppose to eat and mingle with everyone. We are pro's at the eating, mingling not so much. The last time we went to one of these things all they had was granola bars, orange slices, and capri suns... "What are we at soccer practice?!" - Anna Campbell. We enter the gym and see that they have boxes of cereals, milk, chocolate milk, orange juice, monkey bread, and a bowl full of Valentine's candy for us. Morgan and I stake out the closest table to the food. Our method the closer you are to the food, equals first in line as soon as they say Amen. Before they say the prayer on the food our roommate informs us that she needs to be home soon to go to dinner at her boyfriend's parents. She asked if we could dine and dash, our response, "No problem!" Of course we are first in line, we had been eyeing the trix cereal beforehand but then once to the table I noticed there was reese's cups cereal, "Morgan there's reese's cereal!" "Grab it!" We ate that cereal in record time and at one point I found Morgan stuffing my dress pockets with candy. On our way out the door I turn to Morgan and tell her that I could really use a glass of orange juice and if she thinks it's at all possible for me to make it back in the crowd surrounding the food. She turned to me and said, "It's risky." I had very little time but I came out with flying colors and my glass of orange juice raised in the air. Anna saw me with it and said, "Hey I want one! How did you get that?" I told her you got to be sneaky. As I'm drinking my orange juice Morgan asks me if she can have some. If there is anything I have learned with Morgan and drinks and food when asking if she can have "some" it means practically the whole thing. My new method leave the last gulp or bite for her. I tested it out and gave her the last bit my orange juice. Her response when seeing it, "Oh new method? I assume the rest is for me?" "Yes Morgan... Yes it is." She took it beautifully.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-67759010814738739592012-02-09T11:14:00.000-08:002012-02-09T11:20:36.417-08:00"I'm the next Nicki Minaj!"<div style="text-align: center;">Listen hear if you are not well aware of Sophia Grace and Rosie by now you must live under a rock. Watch Ellen for the love! Seriously though if you don't know who they are hit up YouTube and watch all the clips of them on Ellen. We are in LOVE with these two girls! WE can not can not can not get enough of them! Today they were on Ellen performing for like the fifth time and out of no where Sophia launches into an incredible original rap about her and Rosie.<br />
Watch and be amazed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/cCgrEhIovaM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and by the way they are cousins, go figure.<br />
I want to meet them even more then I want to meet Ellen. </div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-27582101554473416492012-02-08T09:32:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:54:16.074-08:00First we're going to take an hour meditation break. Then we're going to climb that 1000-foot rock face over there with our bare hands and feet.Morgan and I are applying to work as zip line guides this summer in Tennessee. We are praying that we get the job! Being in the mountains everyday, working with amazing people, and just simply Morgan and I together in Tennessee. What more could you ask for? Watch the video, if we get the job, you will definitely want to come visit us!<br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30164344?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="338" width="600"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/30164344">CLIMB Works Canopy :: Gatlinburg</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/climbworks">C.L.I.M.B. Works Canopy</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-15261151001059984012012-01-24T21:22:00.000-08:002012-01-24T21:22:51.331-08:00"Team Perkis"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The two of us have some great conversations via text.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've collected a few that I think the rest of you will appreciate. Enjoy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This occurred after Emily's inhaler arrived in the mail. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yFMIDjxIn8kCQWfAw6BmM_mn4-QD-_6PF-5kTUfDUyq35GPyQf6ZvoifymiOnv8tBNvoHpMVMOSmqej2WnFGxsjQw7Aic-3UvvTZTozMjM8qPFc7O56YQ42Exv2PA1uSWHlC3qta6cU/s1600/photo%25282%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yFMIDjxIn8kCQWfAw6BmM_mn4-QD-_6PF-5kTUfDUyq35GPyQf6ZvoifymiOnv8tBNvoHpMVMOSmqej2WnFGxsjQw7Aic-3UvvTZTozMjM8qPFc7O56YQ42Exv2PA1uSWHlC3qta6cU/s400/photo%25282%2529.PNG" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of you may know Emily's Facebook was hacked by cyber bully's who claimed that Em was stranded in the UK and needed 1,500 big ones. The very next day they hacked her E-mail too. Oh and on the off chance you didn't know already, Em's password for everything has been catsrule for the past 13 years. Also, currently Emily's nails are glow in the dark green. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbRtBP6rRCjcKtWpQ3sGBWFhK2_P6-4E3RGwVwJomf5OLWTM4rptpVY4yuFflLVlDOlDqu6G3Ekd27oXT-JAf9iEAXxSHi_N8cSK7QCO9ZHlqDQddelc88iQqXzUdmeSW_CgqInjqaUU/s1600/photo%25283%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbRtBP6rRCjcKtWpQ3sGBWFhK2_P6-4E3RGwVwJomf5OLWTM4rptpVY4yuFflLVlDOlDqu6G3Ekd27oXT-JAf9iEAXxSHi_N8cSK7QCO9ZHlqDQddelc88iQqXzUdmeSW_CgqInjqaUU/s400/photo%25283%2529.PNG" width="266" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think my instincts were spot on for this one, sadly we didn't go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSVsYlrFxGhbIdadxK1rcu2FPGwpxjZSJvh_r4CudV6N01RVa2FEPfNhjhtIo_D94Ush6Z6aEX9hQBQbHzXzgRvd6ArqxQ7uYDIGILlUrJ5TwN3CiLNuUKPpCH0Zs-2IqtZRxCTuZK_c/s1600/photo%25284%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSVsYlrFxGhbIdadxK1rcu2FPGwpxjZSJvh_r4CudV6N01RVa2FEPfNhjhtIo_D94Ush6Z6aEX9hQBQbHzXzgRvd6ArqxQ7uYDIGILlUrJ5TwN3CiLNuUKPpCH0Zs-2IqtZRxCTuZK_c/s400/photo%25284%2529.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What this one is missing is a time stamp. 1:30 am</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTArcrWCJ5CtOzkqJSv31Qa2aF5wT3CpLLoqmeTgc-nG02aGp_XX_39mykQUuIKoSpmobVx0u0FuQ1khvMZPG9BQtWmN6e1VpyXILj2YNHT9jDUxLWIYdglYj-ejwxMSGXorYJff_z-w/s1600/photo.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTArcrWCJ5CtOzkqJSv31Qa2aF5wT3CpLLoqmeTgc-nG02aGp_XX_39mykQUuIKoSpmobVx0u0FuQ1khvMZPG9BQtWmN6e1VpyXILj2YNHT9jDUxLWIYdglYj-ejwxMSGXorYJff_z-w/s400/photo.PNG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-30599266770059986212012-01-21T16:07:00.000-08:002012-01-22T16:41:25.428-08:00"Madame!"Tuesday, like most other days, was a day where Morgan gave me the blank stare and constant shaking of the head. It all started when we met in the library to do homework, resulting in nothing getting done. Morgan, our friend Logan, and I are sitting in a booth working when Morgan says, "You know what I want to make so bad tonight?!" My response, "Love?" (with a point of the thumb to Logan). Her head shot straight to the table. Morgan then informs me of a dinner the relief society is putting on that night at 7:00. Free food... say no more. We enter the church doors and our sense of smell guided us to the activity (at this time I told Morgan that Anna, Karli, and I once found a cookie factory by smelling out the car door window). The inappropriate laughing throughout the dinner all started when the relief society president asked our roommate Alyssa if she knew how to, "tickle the ivories," while doing piano playing motions with her fingers. The laughing continued with Morgan and I piling food onto our plates with Anna in complete shock, "Save some for the others!"<br /><br />Alright, time for a side note from Morgan. Let me start by saying I am incredibly confused as to why I am contributing to this post. Emily, however, INSISTS that I talk about the sweater she was wearing this day. So basicly, Emily refuses to post this blog until I add a paragraph about her ridiculous attire. Confused? So am I. Well here is the run down, Emily was in a forest green sweater approximately 15 sizes to big for her adorned with a logo in the upper left corner that said something like "Camp Hope '92" This obviously rose a few question. Emily's explanation was simple enough, "Well this morning, before I drove back to Logan, I went down to a closet full of clothes my dad doesn't wear anymore and put this on." Lemme get this right, today you made the conscious decision to wear clothes that your dad won't even wear anymore, for the entire day, including school, work, and now a relief society dinner? To top if off she kept expressing how terrified she was that her dad was going to find out she was wearing it. So obviously she wants me to blog about it on the WORLD WIDE WEB. Sometimes Emily makes no sense to me, back to her story...<br /><br />It didn't help that the girls sitting across from us were watching our every move. At one point they said, "You girls are hysterical!" During the dinner I turned to Anna and told her an embarrassing story that had happened to me that day. At the end of the story I said, "I swallowed my heart and it came out my butt!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the girls across put her hand over her mouth and whisper to her sister, "she just said I swallowed my heart and it came out my butt!"<br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For those of you who know me I have what we like to call a "honk" laugh. To our surprise there is a girl in our ward with the EXACT same laugh. It was the shock of a lifetime to be the person on the other side and hear that. What must people think of it in public places? Anyways, that night we discovered that her name is also Emily... surprise surprise. When I heard her laugh it made me honk laugh and Anna said it sounded like a pig at the slaughter house. That comment shot both of us over the moon. What made it even worse is we then turned and looked at Morgan who had some how managed to get rice in her eyebrows. Only to discover it was just particle's from the hanging decorations above her head. Those balls of yarn had been swinging across her face the entire dinner. </div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-49463095839525997792012-01-12T23:06:00.000-08:002012-01-12T23:06:08.800-08:00"I don't know brainiac, its your backyard too!"<div style="text-align: center;">Today, while we were at the library, Emily started reading me short sentences, such as; She quickly ran down the stairs. And then would ask me, okay what was the pronoun in that sentence? She? Okay great, S. What about the adverb? Quickly? You sure? Alright, Q. Long story short when I figured out that Emily had no idea what a pronoun, adverb, adjective or noun was I had to excuse myself from the library I was laughing so hard. Two real life direct quotes, "Noun: person, place, thing, or idea. How the heck am I suppose to know what that is? That could be ANYTHING!" "Okay Morgan stop showing off how smart you are."</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Some days college can be really hard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxD74_dUDXQrEeYBYgF2VOSUG7_hZDtpkTxXioL6MTkLXurAEx9cEztkfe3BGh4e3stPVBqBW9HXUdP-iq5bCxXnF22qZRbd3eeo2fZDaWCZHfNAZd6Fc5yk_XsXOJ9Ioqu6J73IiSLMk/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxD74_dUDXQrEeYBYgF2VOSUG7_hZDtpkTxXioL6MTkLXurAEx9cEztkfe3BGh4e3stPVBqBW9HXUdP-iq5bCxXnF22qZRbd3eeo2fZDaWCZHfNAZd6Fc5yk_XsXOJ9Ioqu6J73IiSLMk/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We also had quite the adventure today. Logan told us there was free pizza in the Eccles Center, you better believe we weren't going to miss out on that. Well we show up and it is some convention for summer sales. The place was a total tool shed, we were the only girls there and everyone was pimped out in their AMP, Pinnacle, and Vivint gear. I would bet serious money that at least 75% of the people in attendance drive white trucks. Whatever, we'll do anything for free food so we grabbed our pizza, pulled up a chair, and enjoyed the show. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JnIiCWuXJQQHKahEz4ze31WHCpVSBY3p2kSV2odmtcYu39lYxRiGvneBkjQYGY3RR2lqC7SdvVnPOJfM8LpL6gakR9nCJ0Sw1iQgXFrmks_EzWaPEg-qMka8AH3TER5jfGILlSxvqJA/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JnIiCWuXJQQHKahEz4ze31WHCpVSBY3p2kSV2odmtcYu39lYxRiGvneBkjQYGY3RR2lqC7SdvVnPOJfM8LpL6gakR9nCJ0Sw1iQgXFrmks_EzWaPEg-qMka8AH3TER5jfGILlSxvqJA/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Highlights included: Logan's face when he hear that the average rep makes 40 grand their first summer. Luckily I was snapping a shot right when he heard this bit of information. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn71o3dbIUNR-ZlHxhfszQc97yqIPBkSJra6_tUYtAj2N1C9MCJZd5M-8hov5mDf4YBqKHXpJzsl5RGTL05HygM346WejeZbqzJ9ydjNSQYQcqxAmGLU2H5lSt9Wul9bTFg6p1u0506g/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn71o3dbIUNR-ZlHxhfszQc97yqIPBkSJra6_tUYtAj2N1C9MCJZd5M-8hov5mDf4YBqKHXpJzsl5RGTL05HygM346WejeZbqzJ9ydjNSQYQcqxAmGLU2H5lSt9Wul9bTFg6p1u0506g/s400/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="297" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, the European WNBA player that quit playing ball to do summer sales, "It was a great decision." Seriously? This is what the American dream has become? Summer sales?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafx-ACpOhlLZ0MGelKL4G-PmZ2UYc1e9ESG6f-MenAdiKGbHGMDjVhP1o5wQooJqZ9OViYmRHjh5ekQfYLeFbCOIACJB2wX7CAku9OJVHbOdmkjGqn1eKzcqhhw4cXx06DVewpbOsgTc/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafx-ACpOhlLZ0MGelKL4G-PmZ2UYc1e9ESG6f-MenAdiKGbHGMDjVhP1o5wQooJqZ9OViYmRHjh5ekQfYLeFbCOIACJB2wX7CAku9OJVHbOdmkjGqn1eKzcqhhw4cXx06DVewpbOsgTc/s400/photo%25284%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Let us not forget about the fact that the speaker called Emily and myself out for laughing when I pointed out to Em that his fly was down. Yikes. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If I learned anything from this convention it was that "The Man" is for sure the two most annoying words anyone could ever repeat over and over, and over. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And a quick side note, on the walk home we simultaneously slipped on the ice, hard. If we wouldn't have been wearing backpacks we would both be unconscious on 800 North right now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-23857048124931010302012-01-10T22:14:00.000-08:002012-01-10T22:25:45.498-08:00"Nurse Judy! I think I have a problem with my siotic nerve."<div style="text-align: center;">Today, like most other days, Emily got sick. She asked me to go with her to InstaCare because she was positive she had a fever, so off we went. Once we arrived the nurse came in and checked her vitals. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYB2EtrIPSvKVhR0zjiXhdXnVkmiMPq8ogB-KSGJ4oJlUKxvpxH_3ZQBb2lhBYdSqW6GHrCdlthxhGhbQtajWHkkyjVL4AbrcZeLdR8DP4AX1tH6zG-YFNJsLfiPf6WDyopFu6Y_CGl7M/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYB2EtrIPSvKVhR0zjiXhdXnVkmiMPq8ogB-KSGJ4oJlUKxvpxH_3ZQBb2lhBYdSqW6GHrCdlthxhGhbQtajWHkkyjVL4AbrcZeLdR8DP4AX1tH6zG-YFNJsLfiPf6WDyopFu6Y_CGl7M/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And wouldn't you know it, this chick doesn't even have a fever. The moment the nurse leaves the room I started hassling Emily about how it is <i>all in her head</i> and she is not sick. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ulLwL70s9cepkEnSPkuFXc_gl5pXXUC9rgygLvpShGHgXTs3I7daUgBH7_Kl5epBPc84OwQUymwN70flbMfu6X39hKPWOQ_M-GZkDrpK5VkQ8kp_BcDPVOIRXe9oeGqlrx2aWN5h3AA/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ulLwL70s9cepkEnSPkuFXc_gl5pXXUC9rgygLvpShGHgXTs3I7daUgBH7_Kl5epBPc84OwQUymwN70flbMfu6X39hKPWOQ_M-GZkDrpK5VkQ8kp_BcDPVOIRXe9oeGqlrx2aWN5h3AA/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She didn't like the sass I was giving her. "It is not in my head, I am sick! Just you wait, if it's strep throat I swear!" Once me and Emily had exchanged a few more sharp comments the doctor came in. He gets right into it by asking Emily about her symptoms, she explains all about the congestion in her nose and headaches.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"How about any coughing?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"No I haven't been coughing at all."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"So it's all just<i> in your head then</i>?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Emily's faced dropped and she shot me a look that seemed to say, how could you and the doctor be turning on me like this? How did you get him on your side?</div><div style="text-align: center;">The doctor then waits a second for Emily to reply but after a few moments of silence he says, "The congestion, it's all just in your head then?" As I watched relief flood over Emily's face I couldn't contain myself. I mean there I am sitting in a doctors office with Emily as though I am her mom witnessing, what is now, one of my favorite Emily moments. Unbelievable. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Once that fiasco was out of the way the doc got out his stethoscope to listen to Em's heart beat. Once the stethoscope is placed over her heart, right on cue, she takes a deep breath in and out. Even the doctor smiled at this, then moved the stethoscope to her back and asked if she would go ahead and take a deep breath again. Oh Emily, thinking the doctor was listening to her lungs through her heart. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing left to do now but run a Strep test, the extreme gagging noise Emily made when they collected the culture will haunt my dreams tonight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzb3_FeNwG-Moww8Y0BbBriPThLkjkix0vvTL0oZNwliBH-QDSG4Cf-VPjJ2HR0zk0PRgqLR_qpol_1f8j1vNnwAWIkikLdnp4xAMQ4-KFfXCh8ombtCffxwKSW8xkDP9iyn-zBrw9hY4/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzb3_FeNwG-Moww8Y0BbBriPThLkjkix0vvTL0oZNwliBH-QDSG4Cf-VPjJ2HR0zk0PRgqLR_qpol_1f8j1vNnwAWIkikLdnp4xAMQ4-KFfXCh8ombtCffxwKSW8xkDP9iyn-zBrw9hY4/s400/photo%25284%2529.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The test was run and confirmed, this little lady has Strep. When she found out she threw her hands in the air and reclined back in her seat, "You have got to be kidding me!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-15795561961547197302012-01-09T10:14:00.000-08:002012-01-09T11:49:48.011-08:00"You'd make a fine little helper. What's your name?" "Charles De Mar." "Shut up, geek."<div style="text-align: center;">We're back! Back in Logan that is and doing our best to be sociable but end up only having conversations about food and how we are going to treat ourselves... fat gurl's 4 lyfe. Last night Morgan told me she started her "Wok on Wheels" fund again. Oh how I will never forget the night we paid a "Wok on Wheels" employee 14 dollars in loose change we found in our rooms. I remember we were 2 dollars short of what we needed, Morgan (with so much hunger in her voice) turns to me and says, "Use your damn 2 dollars you won playing Mario Kart!" It was a sad but honorable day to see those 2 dollars go. Anyone want to try to take me in Mario Kart? I'm a Bateman and we can't be beat.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQ5ft_le7JxfrdDPhF92XMoNQf-IRNhlGwNmx2mjQ8LaPEqzMt9S-QuiBPKouMdD1SloRn2t2kkZGNncjtHPLAQ7VTiW-zQRiFa0Pn_enBgmyVBXN5wGegutJXzRcDAc3CnA5CGrFXIv1/s1600/IMG_1540.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQ5ft_le7JxfrdDPhF92XMoNQf-IRNhlGwNmx2mjQ8LaPEqzMt9S-QuiBPKouMdD1SloRn2t2kkZGNncjtHPLAQ7VTiW-zQRiFa0Pn_enBgmyVBXN5wGegutJXzRcDAc3CnA5CGrFXIv1/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695720065988176402" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">New Year's Eve at Classic Skating. Yes... Classic Skating. Sorry for covering your face Bobbie, unintentional.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtlO-vR2gSlXw8YobH8Eozt-8LyJzz6Vd-dvC6ZWWoIc87oaQCHUe1R8N5fF_G3PIltoNpR_MYO2GIDc3vQuzV9sDuZAPixEVWub1g464meCu1S5Zi6NQSiiCnwZ3lnRCBErD8DWHFTGr/s1600/IMG_1558+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtlO-vR2gSlXw8YobH8Eozt-8LyJzz6Vd-dvC6ZWWoIc87oaQCHUe1R8N5fF_G3PIltoNpR_MYO2GIDc3vQuzV9sDuZAPixEVWub1g464meCu1S5Zi6NQSiiCnwZ3lnRCBErD8DWHFTGr/s400/IMG_1558+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695720072914880866" border="0" /></a> A Beautiful picture Morgan captured of us trying to take a decent picture but those dang skates wouldn't let it happen. Simply Corey, this picture makes me laugh til I cry.<br /><br />Memorable Quote from New Years Eve.<br /><br />Chad Hogan: "Logan Let's watch a rated R movie!"<br />Logan Anderson: "No."<br />Chad Hogan: "Just close your eyes when it swears."Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-63976509177687351742012-01-04T08:02:00.000-08:002012-01-04T08:16:19.283-08:00"Nuff said!"Ya know we could talk about our personality's, style, and future plans but as Anna Campbell says it best, "Booorrrrring." Here are some videos (courtesy of Karli Davies) to help explain what big goof balls Morgan and I are. Mind you the video of Morgan was created last year in college when she started a relationship with a fanny pack she scored at the D.I. and mine is from High School. Morgan's got a nice behind and well... let's just say it took me a while to come out of my awkward stage. Dang short hair.<br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16572507?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="600" height="338" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/6181718?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="600" height="345" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591337488120189878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-40212576641281116282011-12-25T09:14:00.000-08:002012-01-10T22:27:04.323-08:00"You'll shoot your eye out!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0XJIWoNT_Y3caukGooAZ9ZV8Cn8sYyiDURP6qCLIqtsuGUifOJPTWp1ENGG8FvoZGsY9qUV8z0PpYcb1SlflpcUkdkLEBS6PzXiSE-zgQ4A9h1aYp8td69NIAvl-GvilwE8EAYA56go/s1600/IMG_0732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0XJIWoNT_Y3caukGooAZ9ZV8Cn8sYyiDURP6qCLIqtsuGUifOJPTWp1ENGG8FvoZGsY9qUV8z0PpYcb1SlflpcUkdkLEBS6PzXiSE-zgQ4A9h1aYp8td69NIAvl-GvilwE8EAYA56go/s640/IMG_0732.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas blog friends!</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-29322048219759685162011-12-24T11:27:00.000-08:002012-02-09T11:37:11.364-08:00"The lights the cinematography!"<div style="text-align: center;">Watching mass amounts of Hulu has become a new holiday tradition for me. This year I discovered that you can watch the <i>entire</i> fourth season of Parks and Recreation, it's been awesome. Last night I found this. An episode where Tom and Donna become Morgan and Emily. I can't tell you how many conversations about food Emily and myself have had this past semester that have ended with us saying, "Let's treat ourselves!"<br />
Which usually results in us going to Cafe Rio, Chick-Fil-A, or Taco Bell. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We live by this motto, and I think it's been good to us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ZsABTmT1_M0/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsABTmT1_M0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsABTmT1_M0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Treat Yo Self" </div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-57944649386288599082011-12-20T20:30:00.000-08:002012-01-10T22:28:37.655-08:00"Bye Buddy, hope you find your dad!"<div style="text-align: center;">Em and myself spent far to many hours in the Merril-Cazier Library during finals week and we needed to celebrate the weekend after we had both taken our last final. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And lemme tell ya, boy did we celebrate. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We set ourselves up on a double date, but not just any double date.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A daddy-daughter double date. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dale and Brent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Need I say more? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Emily and myself spent last Saturday watching our dads watch a slew of sporting events. We started out at 1pm sharp with BYU vs. Baylor</div><div style="text-align: center;">0-1</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once Dale had accepted the lost we regrouped with steak at Texas Road House. I think I speak for everyone when I say this was the highlight of the day. Steak, potatoes, beans, prime rib, rolls, honey butter, and fries.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing makes Emily and I quite as happy as clogged arteries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfsJym6e6VG_W3RSM7GQqdZYevS263L0UZpamwuqmj-2t4PZq5PKmxhIHtzVknsx6avjExM9_7z9Odhppg74jZppNpywmoQwr_2s0rfw3dyPKV8Apc78UMR25n9WDjsmDLSUJNbF00rQ/s1600/DSC02460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfsJym6e6VG_W3RSM7GQqdZYevS263L0UZpamwuqmj-2t4PZq5PKmxhIHtzVknsx6avjExM9_7z9Odhppg74jZppNpywmoQwr_2s0rfw3dyPKV8Apc78UMR25n9WDjsmDLSUJNbF00rQ/s400/DSC02460.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Post meal we headed to "The Kings of Cache" house to watch Utah State play in The Famous Idaho Potato Bowl. First off I just have to say something about the Idaho commercials during that game. I was in shock over every single one. I guess any publicity is good publicity, right? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Brent and Dale slept through 75% of the game, I think. Can it be real sleep if one eye is open and you keep mumbling, "This is a close game."? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I think we were all proud of the Aggies. They sure do know how to keep tradition alive don't they?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> 0-2</div><div style="text-align: center;">And off to the Utah State vs Seattle game we went.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be the first to admit that Aggie Basketball has been a little rough this year, but like I said before, us Aggies know how to keep tradition.<br />
So, in true Aggie manner, we beat a no-name team.</div><div style="text-align: center;">1-2 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJEFkiGTIFXv49tIoiUMyfrfHEJgB79eWYzwCRccLL9eNahnDargUwqn0kIoc0paio63gpnPJNdNQ1AEEZOlaxEPXs679CXn0PhoAV8rP5WlWsPIu9ov8oqM_6Ml4ZvQsTNrHYoqYsRc/s1600/DSC02462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJEFkiGTIFXv49tIoiUMyfrfHEJgB79eWYzwCRccLL9eNahnDargUwqn0kIoc0paio63gpnPJNdNQ1AEEZOlaxEPXs679CXn0PhoAV8rP5WlWsPIu9ov8oqM_6Ml4ZvQsTNrHYoqYsRc/s640/DSC02462.JPG" width="640" /> </a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Best date either of us has been on in a long time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262687802932456779.post-90800116675860073892011-12-17T13:05:00.000-08:002012-01-25T11:43:56.380-08:00A Tribute To UsPlease take a seat and let us dazzle you. You are entering into a blog about cousins attached at the hip since birth. Emily (who is currently writing this) grew up in Utah and Morgan grew up in Idaho Falls. Although miles apart we always managed to make our relationship work. That last sentence sounded ridiculous and uncalled for. As little tikes our moms managed to get us matching bowl cuts and outfits and have professional photos taken at your local market. A few years after that made us matching Christmas dresses and again sat us in front of a backdrop and the rest is history. Now here we are being boring, broke, hungry college students but we have stories that will shatter your entire universe. Take a look at the first photo below, Emily on the left who looked like a complete shark as a child with those dark eyes and blonde hair and Morgan who just simply looked like Chris Farley. As a fellow friend of ours Samuel L. Jackson once said, "Hold on to your butts!" and welcome aboard.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3HYoasDivi1hq9pOjBX6xkMjzE_DkxxQHWU-fxdAn2H90Y-6G3QnN-kGT-xTLbX-cpRdoJbBPujr3ec1crMGg0U_XdRGnw9emt4dX8CiRM6AdAq2dNOqEVt1iJ-iWU2h0jqym1OUtcA/s1600/scan0041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3HYoasDivi1hq9pOjBX6xkMjzE_DkxxQHWU-fxdAn2H90Y-6G3QnN-kGT-xTLbX-cpRdoJbBPujr3ec1crMGg0U_XdRGnw9emt4dX8CiRM6AdAq2dNOqEVt1iJ-iWU2h0jqym1OUtcA/s640/scan0041.jpg" height="426" width="640" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy3qNG-dbbxeaQ4YmDb-D078-FKIDRDKh0i-rX2-F8Jz4uEoiUZI347HLwM__qdTzng_cPA0GklX2T7bTzArAoleP_vON0wDdW5Pg2qCywmbX2FbPJsFOTgArZ-Uc83nbOL5o5dHwVZs/s1600/scan0044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy3qNG-dbbxeaQ4YmDb-D078-FKIDRDKh0i-rX2-F8Jz4uEoiUZI347HLwM__qdTzng_cPA0GklX2T7bTzArAoleP_vON0wDdW5Pg2qCywmbX2FbPJsFOTgArZ-Uc83nbOL5o5dHwVZs/s640/scan0044.jpg" height="425" width="640" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__M-1TkT2POKVV5jxDvHICMWiJlBYwH-sHTNbHoABgzYuI0LVoxRYSv0-YgAXjE8751EClCeVNbZS3h-1rTzWpdwDEVnUJ9F7NTqdk_G0CE__zZcAiZfonlLN_7M3mhSf3kxjALAlP4E/s1600/scan0022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__M-1TkT2POKVV5jxDvHICMWiJlBYwH-sHTNbHoABgzYuI0LVoxRYSv0-YgAXjE8751EClCeVNbZS3h-1rTzWpdwDEVnUJ9F7NTqdk_G0CE__zZcAiZfonlLN_7M3mhSf3kxjALAlP4E/s640/scan0022.jpg" height="425" width="640" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeOlz44aQaPAUmuOhBYljcphotRSuMojEIKHSewqP_SkfK_sUOymVEcM2yHScUz2LP012nj-drhEHcWoDAysTxNAa3Lr0TWXWGgqjsRf5KwkUV-avmEBxeFuZ32ANvKVVp4bsOVOd898/s1600/scan0045.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeOlz44aQaPAUmuOhBYljcphotRSuMojEIKHSewqP_SkfK_sUOymVEcM2yHScUz2LP012nj-drhEHcWoDAysTxNAa3Lr0TWXWGgqjsRf5KwkUV-avmEBxeFuZ32ANvKVVp4bsOVOd898/s640/scan0045.jpg" height="425" width="640" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewO89nRwm_bYxDAz9T-cnfNQd8lETMBF_7zlrkEc2Ui26niopsVBZB2guVqrSs6gzJgdGb2Jn2LI-qpFIzDXE3GYGTvsVm-YNFhw4vDkP31rExeRNnAqNMGFu43HUmIsZCnPu49P0Eac/s1600/scan0046.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewO89nRwm_bYxDAz9T-cnfNQd8lETMBF_7zlrkEc2Ui26niopsVBZB2guVqrSs6gzJgdGb2Jn2LI-qpFIzDXE3GYGTvsVm-YNFhw4vDkP31rExeRNnAqNMGFu43HUmIsZCnPu49P0Eac/s640/scan0046.jpg" height="425" width="640" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH22dy06K2pRCtCS8TPEv4QOT0tWG1QIgm3Qm9J2Yu7sgrGFk0TMha-Q9y5-QNn6OTLHhnD_ziWuqvAr29slNXy8SBn_s6_ejPTdPS5BxQy_8PunePx_DB_WuQ7-5Yfso7GgSOEKb3uMU/s1600/Me+and+em+with+Ariel+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH22dy06K2pRCtCS8TPEv4QOT0tWG1QIgm3Qm9J2Yu7sgrGFk0TMha-Q9y5-QNn6OTLHhnD_ziWuqvAr29slNXy8SBn_s6_ejPTdPS5BxQy_8PunePx_DB_WuQ7-5Yfso7GgSOEKb3uMU/s640/Me+and+em+with+Ariel+001.jpg" height="441" width="640" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbhkx3LIv8YrjejnKoKwiUPWXr7O8C2WfT9cWYkubDi6luVsnciXWPv75S2GsTUAkUYXrywyicj0sfPT_KocFPwBglxBe6PZFwoy8y7dteto1FW92Psv1D9rbmV_gQ2tE0rYM9uiRaWo/s1600/scan0048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbhkx3LIv8YrjejnKoKwiUPWXr7O8C2WfT9cWYkubDi6luVsnciXWPv75S2GsTUAkUYXrywyicj0sfPT_KocFPwBglxBe6PZFwoy8y7dteto1FW92Psv1D9rbmV_gQ2tE0rYM9uiRaWo/s640/scan0048.jpg" height="425" width="640" border="0" /></a></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365686882430706671noreply@blogger.com5