tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52279460336408512092012-02-11T15:57:37.633-07:00live, learn, and love with all my heart ... and maybe write a few thoughts along the way.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-90141681567018497472012-02-11T15:57:00.000-07:002012-02-11T15:57:37.647-07:00

Lately, there's been a lot of "down" time for B and I. You can really learn a lot about a person when you pay attention to what they spend their time doing when doing nothing. I have made a list for Brandon and a list for me. It's possible these lists will clarify why B is amazing and kinda smart...and, well, why I am the way I am. Megan: -Wake up. Lay on the couch. -Play solitaire on the Ipad.

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Dear Body: Lately, you and I have been somewhat butting heads. I know this is primarily due to the little nugget you are baking inside. And I can understand that. But, I can't help but feel a little frustrated that NO MATTER what I do, you give me no relief. There are thousands of beautiful, strong women who have been pregnant before me and they forged ahead with courage and

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-26103607352269185292012-01-16T17:44:00.000-07:002012-01-16T17:44:05.374-07:00

Ahem, Ahem... Click HERE for The Johnson's latest news and BIGGEST announcement of the year. You don't want to miss this.  ********************* DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS POST BEFORE CLICKING ON THAT LINK! B and I celebrated our 1st Anniversary on Saturday. What does a 1st Anniversary look like when you're 8 weeks pregnant? Pajamas, take-out, and Spongebob Squarepants. Don't you

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-14903787548134186162012-01-03T10:33:00.000-07:002012-01-03T10:33:11.910-07:00

I guess I'm a little past due with blogging, since my sisters got on my case. I think they just want to see pictures of their beautiful faces and posts describing how absolutely wonderful they are...which wouldn't be far from the truth. Holidays can be fun...when you're not stressed about the food you're going to cook or the gifts you have left to buy or make. This year was our first Christmas

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-41662239824641150942011-11-29T15:24:00.001-07:002011-11-29T15:42:00.848-07:00

This year, we spent Thanksgiving at G&G Shaw's. I think this might be the last year Grandma hosts this at her house. Everyone was there, except W. She gave thanks in the beautiful states of Connecticut and New York with her J man. We missed her TERRIBLY. A couple of things to take notice of: A) All my GORGEOUS cousins. Love them. B) The delicious-looking pie on the left. I made it. Yep,

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Wednesday was spent at Same Day Surgery with momma. You can imagine that she was ultra excited to be there.  Well, not really. But, we went there together and I waited in the waiting room and ate a weird salad at the hospital cafeteria and bought a Martha magazine and talked to the surgeon and sat in post op while the little nurse with a strong spanish accent repeated and repeated instructions

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It's Sunday morning. I'm looking out my window at the clear blue sky and the rays of sunshine that reflect off the white snow, thinking how beautiful snow can be when it's not touching me. This leads me to thoughts of yesterday...our snow day. We spent the morning cleaning. B never complains about helping me. In his words, it's more time to spend time with his love. In his words, spending time

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-86582287875655320232011-11-01T22:19:00.000-06:002011-11-01T22:19:37.775-06:00

No grocery shopping + cold, snowy weather = May you keep all your toes, as the weather gets cold. And may you do your grocery shopping early, so there is food to feed your family.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-42700864328354800762011-10-30T22:03:00.000-06:002011-10-30T22:03:12.017-06:00

I love Halloween. So, it's no surprise that this weekend was spent doing festive, fun Halloween-y things. Such as: 1. Trunk-or-Treat with our ward. We won 3rd place in the costume contest. Yeah baby. 2. Eating candy. Lot's of candy. Lot's and lot's of candy. And in case we didn't have enough candy, W made home-made Twix bars. They were awesome. She also made Halloween croutons for a salad.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-91290121787128217272011-10-28T22:12:00.001-06:002011-10-28T22:13:00.781-06:00

Today, my new shoes came in the mail. I was really excited, because I got to wear them tonight on our DATE NIGHT. I love date nights. I support them with all my heart. I don't know what it is about getting out with the love of your life, but it makes me giddy and I find myself crushing on my husband like the days we were two dating kids. Big News: I started teaching piano today. I have 2

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-43035518087582212732011-10-24T22:32:00.000-06:002011-10-24T22:32:53.224-06:00

We hosted our first annual Halloween Costume party on Friday. Here are some highlights: (Food included: home-made chili, cornbread, apples and cream cheese caramel dip, ghoul green slime drink, candy, more candy, and donuts.) (We had a great turnout of family and friends. Everybody dressed up, which was awesome.  It made me so happy!) Costume Winners Custest Costume:

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-37728158443645438632011-10-17T21:15:00.001-06:002011-10-17T21:15:33.672-06:00

This afternoon, momma text me that she would like to have a "little" birthday celebration for B for FHE. She would provide the dinner and treats, if we brought the balloons. And so....the party continued. Of course, any opportunity to celebrate someone like B is a no-brainer. He's pretty much the BEST. I have to say, these two made the night a success. They spent hours cooking and preparing

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-79675260804425677722011-10-16T22:04:00.000-06:002011-10-16T22:04:44.466-06:00

Today we celebrate Brandon's 27th year of life. He's getting so old. Just kidding. Our schedule was packed! There is no rest for those in celebration: This morning I got up early to cook B a Birthday Breakfast, including puffed french toast. They didn't turn out as pretty as when B makes them, but they were still yummy. B was in heaven with our "grade B" pure maple syrup and Ben Rector

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-68213127180685864292011-10-06T21:54:00.000-06:002011-10-06T21:54:39.110-06:00

I looked out the window and what did I see? Snowflakes falling just to bug me.  Summer has ended and Fall begins. But shouldn't snow come towards the very end? I could be unhappy and yell a lot. Husby says it's worth a shot. But we really know...to beat the ugly snow...Just cook up some chili and you're insides will glow! *Sing to the tune of "Popcorn Popping"* It snowed. Today. I was

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-35959257653298576342011-10-05T21:25:00.000-06:002011-10-05T21:25:49.938-06:00

P turned 18 today. I can't believe it. I really can't believe it. This kid CANNOT be 18. But he is! B and I got up at 5:50 am this morning to drive to my parents' house for chocolate waffles and presents. Later tonight we met up for dinner at P's favorite Golden Corral. Don't ask. I don't get it either. As you can see, P is modeling one of his b-day gifts- pokemon shirt. I don't get that

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-12222992084268822152011-10-03T21:34:00.000-06:002011-10-03T21:34:56.946-06:00

This pic was taken by B. I look like a weirdo.  I went for a walk with momma this morning. It was crisp and cool. Fall is in the air! I also didn't check my email in time to see the invite from good friend Kate to meet her for lunch today. I was very, very sad. Very sad. Kate, can we try it again SOON? I am listening to B play Halo. And I can hear kids' voices who are playing as well.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-31544199917750427192011-10-02T21:57:00.000-06:002011-10-02T21:57:51.367-06:00

(W made the "white" version of "Better than ***" cake.  We're not racist, dad just can't handle chocolate.) Tonight we celebrated Laura's 15th birthday. Momma made really yummy food (ham, asparagus, funeral potatoes, fabulous green salad with onions, feta, and poppy seed dressing, rolls, and yams). We brought the balloons for our b-day balloon launch. When we went around the circle to say

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-13720209534967676192011-09-20T22:49:00.000-06:002011-09-20T22:49:23.106-06:00

Momma asked me to take some pictures for her young women and young men tonight up Big Cottonwood Canyon. This scripture is the new LDS Youth theme for 2012. I love it! (Laurels. I LOVE the coordinating blue and stripes.) (Okay, this is the ONLY time these guys would sit still.  This picture cracks me up.) I'm feeling this tonight: "In a hundred small ways, all of you

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-34720178214517348362011-09-18T22:01:00.000-06:002011-09-18T22:01:51.076-06:00

BYU Vs. Utah Football Game Highlights: By the end of the game... We lost. Big. It was awful. Probably the worst game I've been too. But, we stuck it out until the end and continued to cheer our team on until the clock ran to 0:00. My heart belongs to BYU... even if they get blown out of the water by a big, ugly rival. Even if they make really dumb mistakes and

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-82028092813930624832011-09-17T09:39:00.000-06:002011-09-17T09:39:05.634-06:00

Last night, B took me on an AWESOME date! We joined some good friends for dinner at Market Street Grill and headed downtown to Capitol Theatre to see the Broadway Musical: Mary Poppins. It was incredible...especially the stage sets and special effects. The music was fantastic and I left the theatre wishing I could be Mary Poppins...the costumes, dancing, and being "Practically Perfect in every

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-44525546787229422052011-09-16T11:09:00.000-06:002011-09-16T11:09:34.336-06:00

After weeks of working a little here and there, I finished my "thank you" project for the woman that made so much of our wedding reception possible...besides my mother. This wonderful lady is the Primary President in my home ward, so I wanted the finished project to have a more "child-like" touch. The theme for primary this year is: "I know the Scriptures are True". I presented it to her last

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Since Sunday evening, we've been smelling a foul odor coming out of our fridge. I continued to promise B I would clean out the fridge in the "morning".  But, it hasn't happened (don't judge) due to other things taking precedence. Yesterday I meant to put on my gloves and really get my hands "dirty", but I couldn't even open the fridge or I would barf. So...when B came home from work I begged

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-54360702143707083592011-09-12T21:47:00.000-06:002011-09-12T21:52:46.025-06:00

It's that time of year. The State Fair is in full bloom in Utah. It has been almost 10 years since I last went and convinced B to take me this year. Parker and Taylour accompanied us as well. It was a good time had by all. (P is convinced he wants a goat. A goat to take hiking.) (The guy in the back is the owner. He also carries a ferret in that satchel.  Aren't these guys hilarious?

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-60570087617533054592011-09-11T22:01:00.000-06:002011-09-11T22:09:01.114-06:00

I was a junior in high school 10 years ago today. Quote of the Day: "It is constancy that God would have from us. Tragedies are not merely opportunities to give Him a fleeting thought, or for momentary insight to His plan for our happiness. Destruction allows us to rebuild our lives in the way He teaches us, and to become something different than we

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-3132190843380335872011-09-10T23:41:00.000-06:002011-09-11T22:03:22.046-06:00

Homecoming for Brighton High School was tonight. To save some bucks, P asked if I would take pictures for him and his buddies and their dates. Beautiful girls and cute guys. It brought back memories of my high school dances. I have to say, I don't miss it. :) I am sad that my Cougars lost tonight, but they are still awesome and  I still wear my Cougar blue with pride. 

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Tonight found us at the one and only SLC GREEK FESTIVAL! Since this is the very place I first met B, it has significant meaning for both of us. We decided we would use our date night to celebrate 1 year from when we met. We ate Gyros, Pastitsio, Spanakopita, and stood at the end of a long line for Loukoumades (a donut-like dessert), but we skipped out when B promised me a Frosty instead of

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-69397315494119236432011-09-07T22:45:00.000-06:002011-09-07T22:46:11.768-06:00

While B and I made cookies tonight, we acted like we were on a Food Network TV show. It sounded something like this: "Now, we are going to use our handy dandy Kitchen Aid to mix our cookies. We will attach the bowl like this and add the mixer on there. Then we will add our generic brand of vegetable shortening, which we purchased from Target. As you will see, Brandon likes to use our measuring

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-23353884595991856172011-09-05T21:49:00.000-06:002011-09-05T21:49:38.587-06:00

I told B that today was "his" day. It's been a while since he's had a day off from work during the week, so I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. This is what he chose: -Coco Dyno Bites for breakfast and NOT icky Kashi cereal, which is causing some intestinal discomfort. (I don't think he'll like that I posted that.) Which reminds me of B running after an old lady's shopping cart at the

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-48063077298855832422011-09-04T21:52:00.000-06:002011-09-04T21:52:51.367-06:00

I have always had the opinion that all Christmas songs should NOT be played BEFORE the day after Thanksgiving. But, tonight B and I rocked our "winter mix" in the car.  Too early? Yes. But definitely fun. (It looks like B's nose is a lightbulb...kind of like a famous reindeer.) ***** Quote of the Day: Enjoy to the End. (This is the message I took from church today. I love it.)

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You can probably guess that today was spent watching BYU's first football game of the season.  As you can see...they won. Which means September is already showcasing how awesome it can be. We made some "treats" for our little watching party. I got my ideas here. After the game, we attended a wedding reception for one of my former coworkers.  Her colors were yellow and grey...

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-1663659608034898272011-09-02T21:21:00.000-06:002011-09-02T21:24:12.365-06:00

A conversation that took place about 15 minutes ago at the local grocery store: M: "Okay, we need pretzels." B: "Okay, here's the beer aisle." M: "The beer aisle?" B: Yeah, like pretzels and beer. M: *laugh*, "I don't think so..." M: *still laughing* ***** Tonight we got to catch up with an old friend (our cupid). We love her and send her our best wishes for the loveliest kind of love life

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-9740541872081201642011-09-01T11:35:00.000-06:002011-09-01T11:35:57.957-06:00

Dear September, I can't believe you are already here! Where has the time gone? It has officially been over 30 days since I quit my job and I worry about a few things: First, I love sleeping in. Especially this morning. It didn't help that B opened all the windows in the house and I kept being lulled back into dreamland with the sounds of leafy trees gently swaying in the breeze and the early

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-37371515553478301482011-08-29T20:51:00.000-06:002011-08-29T20:51:48.729-06:00

B and I spent the evening working in the yard. We also cleaned up peaches that had fallen from our peach tree. We tried to find ones still on the tree that were good to eat...but sadly, they were all moldy or infested with bugs. Yuck. I am sad about this. I need to research more on maintaining a peach tree. I also worry the rats, yes RATS, that are living in the wood pile in our backyard might

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-31650262941921386672011-08-28T22:01:00.000-06:002011-08-28T22:01:24.990-06:00

This little munchkin turns "6" on Tuesday. We are so proud of her! We spent the evening at Grandma Shaw's house for some cake and really yummy Huckleberry ice cream. Grandma turned to me and asked "So Meg, what have you been up to?" I responded "Oh, I now spend my days on the couch eating Bon Bon's. It's really awesome Grandma, I highly recommend it." I'm thinking she didn't get my sarcasm,

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-87614346211173865182011-08-27T18:34:00.001-06:002011-08-27T18:36:51.529-06:00

We spent the afternoon at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple. Shane took his endowments out today and it was absolutely lovely. It is so wonderful to be in such a sacred place with your family. I've never been to this temple before. It was gorgeous! C'mon Ladies! The Whole Crew:(Okay, I'm sorry. If they were wearing black name tags, this would be a picture of a missionary and his mission president and

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-87204397276838248852011-08-26T22:21:00.000-06:002011-08-26T22:21:03.733-06:00

Last night I wrote out a very detailed plan of what my day today would include. I prided myself on how organized and efficient it was. When today came around, though, things didn't go exactly as I had meticulously scheduled. Momma called around 11:00 am. She took a personal day and asked me to accompany her while she ran all her errands.  By 4:30 pm we were done and I had husby come pick me up

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-17062268730340691972011-08-25T21:51:00.000-06:002011-08-25T21:51:59.337-06:00

I spent the afternoon with Whit. We visited my dad at one of his current job sites (auntie's house). Whit and I sat on the grass, while dad met with the inspector. We talked about our futures and our dream homes. We also talked about this: Oh no you didn't! This post? It's my prerogative as an older sister. Also, she gave me permission. I love you, W-bum! In other news:I found a new show I

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-50878069515249970822011-08-22T21:41:00.000-06:002011-08-22T21:41:05.474-06:00

Today was all about essentials...the bare essentials. Dishes, laundry, DEEP cleaning the bathroom, picking up the house...showering, and other boring stuff was the focus on my "to do" list.  No makeup, no hair, no "real" clothes. Shame. If I ever had a mug shot, I imagine it would look something like this. Quote for the day:"Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I dunno, I sing in the

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-32504039353976481152011-08-21T21:54:00.001-06:002011-08-21T22:00:10.281-06:00

Check out this website, created by my father-in-law Carl Johnson. He is living his dream. FHE in Saratoga Springs included a photo shoot for the website. These guys were the best part. Quote for the day:(from talk in Sacrament meeting today) "Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love."Mother Teresa

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-76221420671211590472011-08-20T23:24:00.000-06:002011-08-20T23:24:42.647-06:00

After a long day of school shopping with Tay, my other siblings asked if they could hang out with us this evening. We decided to pull together a card game of Hand and Foot Foot. Every played it? Grandma Day would be very proud. Especially because my team WON. Quote of the Day:Megan: "I wish I could see what you see in me."Brandon: "I see what you don't see. You see what I don't see. 

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-15756695630598047862011-08-19T22:39:00.000-06:002011-08-19T22:39:41.649-06:00

B and I headed up Little Cottonwood Canyon to Snowbird Resort, where Master Control was holding their annual Summer Carnival. It included unlimited rides on the Zip Line, Alpine Slide, Tram, and other fun things. The best part? We both got to wear matching blue t-shirts. Yeah baby! (Okay, if I'm looking a little scared...it's because I was. Lately I've been such a baby about heights. The TRAM

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-88039106621580070972011-08-18T17:34:00.000-06:002011-08-18T17:34:07.097-06:00

It is Shane Johnson's birthday today. He is 25. This is his birthday cheesecake that Carl personalized.  It was very yummy!Happy Birthday Shane! In other news...I applied for a job today! I even pulled out my "Writing in the Social Sciences" book from a class at BYU and used it to update my resume. Who knew that would come in handy? It took me 3 HOURS to apply and write my resume. 3 HOURS.  2

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-48951654385848380752011-08-17T21:25:00.000-06:002011-08-17T21:25:40.789-06:00

I don't have any good name for this post. That's pretty much how the day went. I just rolled with the punches and had no responsibility or goal to reach for...except keeping an 8 year old alive and happy for the day. Tonight found us at Olive Garden to celebrate something special that has to do with: I wish you and myself a very long and comfortable night's rest. (This is on the way home from

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-68289197506845097772011-08-16T23:30:00.000-06:002011-08-17T08:55:31.039-06:00

Today was spent with this guy. We played Battleship, watched National Geographic's Sea Monsters (I might have fallen asleep through half of it), visited my neighbor Margo and played with her dog Ben, baked chocolate chip cookies (which I have yet to find that AMAZING recipe for), jumped on the trampoline, went swimming at the CH Rec Center, joined the ym/yw for a water fight at the church

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-74773988794573246872011-08-15T22:24:00.000-06:002011-08-15T22:24:56.995-06:00

I love August. I love neighborhood picnics with old friends and new faces. I love spending time with my family in the evening sun, laughing and making memories. I love August. Here's something new and exciting: Summer Love. I am making home-made granola tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-42733161247679387972011-08-14T22:22:00.001-06:002011-08-14T22:25:23.484-06:00

Do you ever feel distracted? Do you ever feel like you've wasted time on things that really don't matter?  If I could sum up this past week into one word, it would be: Unproductive. Now, I did accompany my auntie to Lagoon with her 2 little girls as an extra "hand" for riding rides, holding bags, and calming little tears. I also finally pruned the trees in my backyard and picked some fresh

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-57990940127556322012011-08-07T23:14:00.000-06:002011-08-07T23:14:24.057-06:00

I love Sundays. I love my ward. I also love it when the choir pianist comes up to me just before sacrament begins and asks if I could play the piano for choir today because she couldn't make it. Of course I couldn't turn her down (she's just too sweet and lovely), but I sat with anxiety in my chest and tried to practice the music in my "head" all through the meeting. Ever tried to practice music

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-27178604678962785812011-08-06T21:21:00.000-06:002011-08-06T21:21:00.067-06:00

Today B and I took a hike. We went up the canyon to Donut Falls. About half way in, I realized I forgot my SD card. Bummer. Then I led us through prickly and pokey bushes, convinced I was going the right way. Double Bummer. So, husband led us back on the right path and after about 15 minutes, we decided the trail was too packed with hikers, we were tired and hungry, and we were developing hives

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-56465606822077772522011-08-05T22:18:00.003-06:002011-08-06T20:50:22.257-06:00

B brought home a new toy today. It belongs to his company so he can work on his mobile project, but it came in handy as a date night "activity".  There's nothing like watching each other play Angry Birds to bring on the romance. Yeah baby! Speaking of romance, I will use this as my quote tonight: Any other ideas for good, cheap date night activities? 

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-88123337093278043992011-08-04T22:43:00.001-06:002011-08-05T22:25:14.221-06:00

So, today was all about...finishing. I finished my rocks in the front yard, with the help of an awesome brother-in-law (who was also willing to dance in the living room while I tried out my different shutter speeds, etc.). I also finished my photography class. Even though it is through the University of Utah, I enjoyed it and I LOVED my instructor (Ann Torrence). Strongly considering taking

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-2940266614647672642011-08-03T20:54:00.003-06:002011-08-05T22:29:40.708-06:00

Favorite quote of the day: "Did you find joy in your life? Did others find joy through your life?"The Bucket List Can you guess what B and I watched tonight? (I was teaching B about aperture and shutter speed. Then we practiced.) I am feeling motivation to take cookies to my neighbor Margo. And to my stake president, whom I adore with all my heart.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-42905568045821293972011-08-02T21:51:00.001-06:002011-08-05T22:26:35.885-06:00

My second day being unemployed found me scrambling around, trying to check off the "to do" list I made for myself the night before. I told B I wanted to wake up early to go for a little run...but sleep won the ultimate battle. My major goals for today: My Garden and Photography Class (which I did accomplish, thank you very much.) (This is what I spent some of the morning doing: burying rocks

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-42103249056038737312011-08-01T13:36:00.002-06:002011-08-01T19:45:01.886-06:00

I quit my job. Usually I would advise against this, but I have to argue this was probably the best choice I could make at this point in my life. Luckily I have a darling husband who has "skills to pay the bills", which will allow me the time to work on improving my health...my life...all for a brighter future, full of memories (and hopefully)... babies.  Today is August 1st.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-32311521124709425512011-07-24T14:51:00.002-06:002011-08-27T18:48:32.275-06:00

I just watched this. As I sit here eating chocolate covered macadamia nuts (left over from our honeymoon. don't judge.), I feel overwhelmed by the blessings in my life and the little moments that do matter. Like a lazy Saturday morning, doing nothing but spending time with this guy: I hope I never stop being madly in love with this face.  Never. Ever. What moments matter most in your life?

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-68240102284175517972011-07-17T16:59:00.000-06:002011-07-17T16:59:16.213-06:00

Last weekend found us at the SLC Farmer's Market with 2 little munchkins.  If you haven't experienced the farmer's market (which I hadn't before this), you should check it out!There are so many things to see and do, including REALLY good food, fresh produce, art, music, animals, and especially....fun balloon characters. After a couple of hours, we headed back home for some major bubble fun

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-66243337283256143482011-07-15T09:54:00.001-06:002011-08-27T18:46:30.884-06:00

It seems like a lot has happened within the past month or so. The biggest event so far in our married lives (besides getting married) has been moving into a house! A sweet couple in my parent's stake are leaving to serve as mission presidents in Guatemala (yes, same mission where missionary was attacked by a lion recently) and they asked us to watch their house for 3 years. It was quick and

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-57774311240613545462011-06-11T19:48:00.000-06:002011-06-11T19:48:38.702-06:00

Besides the awful weather June started off with... ...it's actually beginning to look and feel like summer. I LOVE summer, and not just because my birthday happens to fall in the middle of it. Summer is just simply....lovely. And the beginning of our Summer 2011 has already provided us with fond memories. Take a look! We officially started summer with a trip down to St. George, UT to visit

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-74868615595834377902011-05-20T11:23:00.013-06:002011-05-20T12:39:41.193-06:00

I'm so glad B did a little writing on the blog last week. San Francisco was such an AMAZING experience! And B is right, I wouldn't mind it one bit if he "happened" to apply to Google and we "happened" to move out to Mountain View, CA. But that's for another day.You have to forgive me for not posting anything for a long time. My sister acted relieved when I told her B posted an update. Has it

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-72827380435956383402011-05-15T17:11:00.001-06:002011-05-16T08:45:34.614-06:00

Welcome to a special guest post by M's amazing husband! If you don't know me, you may think I'm a little arrogant for calling myself amazing, but, if you know me, you'll know why I'm amazing. Just an amazing couple with Alcatraz in the background. A few months ago, I found out that my work would send me to a conference of my choice for training. The conference I really wanted to attend was

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"I'm not good enough."A common phrase that can run through my mind sometimes daily...or maybe a few times a day. An automatic thought that can spring up when I catch a glance of myself in the mirror, look at my dirty dishes and un-made bed, forget to call a friend, achieve code-level "disaster" with dinner, or even when I make a mistake at work. Let's not talk about reading over my "goals" for

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-1169497773224795302011-03-20T10:46:00.000-06:002011-03-20T12:39:36.302-06:00

1. He stays up until 11 pm (on a work night) at my parents house as I snuggle and sob over old and dying family dog...only to find out the next day that Yoda (old and dying family dog) is running around, happy as a clown and execution has been stayed.2. He will join in on ridiculous Shaw family traditions, like birthday balloon wishes and other crazy expressions of celebration. And I think he

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-91752588600198995412011-03-14T17:55:00.000-06:002011-03-14T23:08:27.655-06:00

Friday found me at Bikram Yoga studio in Sugar House. A friend (mind you, a VERY in shape and athletic friend) invited me to "try" it out. It wasn't until about 1 day before our exercise date that I decided I should look it up and get an idea of what I was getting myself into. As I read aloud to Brandon what this entailed, his eyebrows continued to raise higher and higher. 1. Heated room2. 26

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-68900397031089769342011-02-22T19:14:00.000-07:002011-02-22T20:14:52.758-07:00

What makes a good babysitter?1. Coco Dyno-Bites for dinner (even 2 bowls if you like)2. Your very own bowl of movie theater popcorn3. While you play Xbox with the video game king of the world4. Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, straight out of the oven5. Waiting for you after a good round of "Halo" (which you sneakily convinced clueless couple was 'okay' with your parents to play)6.Robot

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-72805658509433809982011-02-18T16:04:00.001-07:002011-07-15T10:05:40.443-06:00

I know everyone already knows how awesome Megan and Brandon Johnson are, so it's no surprise we planned it "perfectly" to have our 1 month anniversary fall on the world's sexiest holiday....which would be February 14th. I don't know why having a Valentine of my own made this celebration so much more exciting, but I was SO giddy to spend "lover's day" with my sweet companion....especially with my

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-62246912482867878342011-02-04T12:31:00.001-07:002011-02-04T13:08:54.753-07:00

What is so hard about Fridays? I mean, work has ended for the week, I get to sleep in, catch up on my favorite TV shows (thank you Hulu), and get all my "lists" done (well, at least attempt). Maybe it's because I'm having withdrawals from this:Work is a drag, but marriage is FAB.One "perk" to working for the State: Fridays off. One "un-perk" to marriage: This rule does not apply to Husband. For

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-10369872176006668972010-12-26T08:29:00.000-07:002010-12-26T10:37:51.859-07:00

Considering that our wedding is less than three week away, Christmas this year was kind of put on the back burner. That doesn't mean, though, awesome memories weren't made and gifts weren't given with love and tenderness. It was a smaller Christmas this year, but still full of joy and happiness as we spent time with family and friends, celebrating the birth of our Savior.Here's my recipe for a

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-47099366360403612482010-11-20T10:26:00.000-07:002010-11-20T11:05:51.560-07:00

For the female variety, there are certain days of our lives we plan and prepare for from the time we are little. I can remember many nights, lying in my bed, dreaming about the day the man of my dreams would get on his knee and ask me to marry him. Why is it that I still get a little mushy and my heart skips a beat when I hear these words from Taylor:He knelt to the ground, and pulled out a ring,

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-80366319907773791462010-10-10T09:36:00.000-06:002010-10-10T09:58:42.017-06:00

P decided he'd had enough of the Cougars and relinquished his ticket so boyfriend could accompany me to the football game. Brandon informed me that he didn't have one single BYU t-shirt. Of course, there was NO way he was wearing any shirt with an A on it in Cougar Stadium! (We needed all the help we could get. No distractions ;)) So, during a girl's day out, Nycole and I stopped by Walgreens and

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-84059691455831627312010-10-03T00:11:00.000-06:002010-10-03T00:53:00.618-06:00

Ever feel like you're living in a whirlwind? That's what the past 3 weeks have felt like for me. A whirlwind. Sometimes I look back and think "This is crazy! So crazy, crazy!" It may be crazy, but it's mine.On September 11th, I grudgingly walked up to my friend's doorstep to pick her up for The SLC Greek Festival downtown, which she wanted to do for her birthday. I was cranky. When I walked

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-41661452181243796772010-10-02T23:24:00.000-06:002010-10-02T23:58:18.778-06:00

So, I'm thinking when Brandon and I were standing in line chatting it up for the first time at the Salt Lake Greek Festival, he did not imagine this:That's right, I dragged the boyfriend to a HANSON concert. Actually, I didn't have to drag too hard, and it was really mostly the influence of Whit- Hanson's number 1 fan. When we first started dating, I warned him that W loves, LOVES Hanson. Of

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-57329570767742285862010-09-29T23:13:00.000-06:002010-09-29T23:46:43.761-06:00

I think life is the best when it throws you something unexpected.Like him.Yeah, funny.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-19510466574595751592010-08-28T15:10:00.000-06:002010-08-29T13:05:34.487-06:00

I know that I said graduation post would be coming soon. I didn't expect it to take 4 months. Oh well. I was going through all my photos and realized there was no way to choose which ones to post.I can honestly say that graduation was one of the happiest and most joyful moments of my life- besides some special experiences as a missionary. I can think of a couple of times in my life where I felt

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-10613642202070669352010-08-22T11:20:00.000-06:002010-08-23T21:40:42.901-06:00

There are a couple of things I forgot this weekend: #1 How good the temple feels. (I forgot I was supposed to take T to the temple so she could perform baptism for a family name we received. After forgeting how to get to the baptismal font in the Salt Lake Temple, we ended up having to walk almost the whole distance around while hunched over grabbing my skirt every 2 seconds because I forgot a

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-2054139913050255442010-08-20T00:28:00.000-06:002010-08-20T01:00:16.516-06:00

Woke up 4:30 am yesterday morning to a throbbing throat.Don't know what I was more upset about: a throbbing throat...or waking up at 4:30 am.Survived work only to drive to the instacare and leave 30 min later with a diagnosis of Strep Throat.Called my boss, picked up my Penicillin and raspberry sherbet ice cream, jumped into jammies, and climbed into bed. Oh yeah, all the essentials for an

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-31881307697074403352010-08-08T22:57:00.000-06:002010-08-09T00:51:20.236-06:00

We've talked about this day for so long...and now it's your turn: This fall will mark 17 years from the day I saw Nat B. in Mrs. Anderson's 3rd grade class. She was the new girl. Come to find out she and her family moved down the street into our ward. It's all history from there.Nat was born in December and I was born in June, so she did everything first-entering y/w's, getting a drivers license,

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-39676145870095596742010-08-08T21:04:00.000-06:002010-08-08T22:55:52.212-06:00

I don't know why it has taken me this long to post anything when there has been so much going on. Do you ever have experiences or discussions or thoughts that you just think "I should write this down." or "I should share this." ? That's how I've felt about a lot of things the past couple months. So, I have gone through all my pics and will narrate stories as I come across photos. Brace yourself.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-28509960499752926082010-07-12T22:57:00.000-06:002010-07-12T23:19:29.502-06:00

Last installment of summer festivities thus far: camping up Little Cottonwood Canyon at Tanner Flats. Campers included me, W, P, T, Laura, Steve, and Isaiah. Again, another night of epic smore making, scary story telling, flip flop waterfall hiking, and midnight bathroom trekking in the pitch blackness. P and W made sure to play a prank on me with a freakish finger dog toy they randomly found. A

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-23151760528382536502010-07-12T22:34:00.000-06:002010-07-12T22:57:07.031-06:00

My cute friend Sabrina came up with the idea that we should throw a "combined" birthday party for all the many people having bdays in June from our ward. It was thrown together kind of last minute, but it still rocked. We were all given random utensils and had to dish and eat our ice cream with whatever utensil we were given. Oooh yeah. Yep, that's a pizza cutter. Awesome.The night was complete

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-49386951395753112642010-07-12T21:56:00.000-06:002010-07-12T22:29:02.805-06:00

I heart summer. It is fantastic and delicious. Because of this, I intend to enjoy every bit of it- even down to the last bite of gooey smore. :)FHE BBQ up Big Cottonwood CanyonWe bought Jerry the BIGGEST marshmallows I have ever seen, along with some graham crackers and chocolate for his birthday, hoping he would get the hint... He did.It was a lovely evening full of fire roastedhot dogs,

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-65732025058881593152010-06-29T20:45:00.000-06:002010-06-29T21:16:15.149-06:00

This new design is in tribute:If you haven't listened, listen. Yes, I get annoyed, cranky and sour with the massive amount of minutes W plays their music, but let's be honest- they're delicious. I just happen to know for a fact they might make a crappy day better. Well, they did for me anyway. Today. Right now.Okay, bring on the jokes.*Bonus points: Stressed? Learn the dance to "Thinkin' 'Bout

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-62421115300105598782010-06-28T22:50:00.000-06:002010-06-29T20:12:57.761-06:00

This is me playing "catch up". There is so much that has happened and my fam keeps reminding me about my lack of blogging as of late. I am making up with a plethora of 2 months worth of thoughts...Ever remember what it was like being 13? Remember the giggling, the blushing, the glasses and braces? Remember the awkward transition from bows and curls to bangs and mascara? To tell the truth, I would

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-13072680318367132992010-05-23T11:22:00.000-06:002010-07-07T23:42:21.196-06:00

Friday and Saturday found me in the garden.I have a very small, specific memory of my mom many years ago. She had picked a small strip of dirt in our backyard and showed us how to plant seeds, water, and weed our tiny garden. When the time came, she was especially excited for us to see the "fruits of our labors". I remember feeling a little excited as we pulled out the 4 or 5 2" long carrots

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-55769039539967658852010-04-24T18:41:00.000-06:002010-04-24T18:57:21.548-06:00

G&G: We are so proud of you.(Outside the BYU Marriott Center, right after graduation. I couldn't see them at all when I sat down. It wasn't until the closing prayer was said and we stood to walk out that I caught a glimpse of Gramp's shiny white hair. My friend graduating with me commented "Megs, he's smiling! He looks so happy!" As we gathered as a family outside, Grampa saw me and walked

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-89239370719056823392010-04-20T22:43:00.000-06:002010-04-20T23:03:48.723-06:00

Gramps: *knock, knock.*me: Come in.Gramps: Megan, you're alarm's been going off. me: Okay. Gramps: Do you want to get up?me: Okay.W: Did someone just knock? (W's bedroom. We are bunking while GP's take over mine. 5:00 am is my goal. Of course, that's when I feel super motivated to get up and exercise before work, but I wasn't feelin' it today. Unfortunately, I forgot to turn my alarm off in my

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-14571695021907402102010-04-19T22:11:00.000-06:002010-04-20T22:40:25.636-06:00

me: Why are you upset?Gram: Because he's old. And he can't hear. me: Oh. Gram: *huff*(dinner table. Dearest Gram repeats herself at least 3 times whenever she talks to Gramps. Bless him. Aging became even more depressing when the GP's realized they might not be able to come play kickball with the fam out in the yard for T's bday celebration. But it didn't stop them from enjoying the

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132254633752690416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227946033640851209.post-82951499311437198732010-04-18T23:31:00.000-06:002010-04-18T23:53:39.771-06:00

Gram: "They are little. You were good when you were little. It's only when you grew up you started having issues." (In response to me comparing well-behaved kids of mom's cousin who stayed a week with G&G at their house in St. George to...us. I couldn't help but think about the times we stayed with the Gramps and Grams. I think we were caught sticking our tongues out, hiding polished rocks we had

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Gramps to P: "So what do you do these days? Do you like to go drag main street at night with your buddies? That's what we did. We had a good time." (To this, P responded with a "Yeah, sure grandpa. We love to 'drag' main street.." At this point P turns to me and mouths "D-R-A-G main street?" Later P would be asked to give an account to the GP's on why his driving privileges were taken away.

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Friday morning led me down the road to St. George and back again within several hours. I was asked to be chauffeur to the "grand-parentals" this weekend and have decided to do a posting of "G&G Week", in which I will post some of the wonderful, wise, and wacky things I learn from and about my grandparents. This thought came to me as I was driving them back to SLC and G&G started to tell me

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What do Sunday evenings look like for you? For me: -listen to W's new music love: Passion Pit-see W's new trick pulling her eyelids inside out-hear W whine NONSTOP about her double chin, aka "Charlie"-watch mom and P get in wrestling match-promise myself i'll get to bed at 1030. Maybe. Sunday: a day of rest. I sure hope your's was.

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The day finally came. On Friday I clocked out for the last time.Utah Valley, you have been good to me.Thanks.It wouldn't have been complete without a little "party" to celebrate the good times! Jen was nice enough to put a little something together at her house right after work. My favorite part were the fliers she posted all over the lab. I actually had a patient look at the flier, then at me

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Last Tuesday W and I attended a concert. It was the first time either of us have attended a concert mainly to see the opening artist. In this case it was Matt Wertz and the minute he strummed that guitar, we were in love. Things couldn't have been better, except for the part when Matt's drummer made eye contact with W and threw his tambourine to her! Seriously, thought nothing could top that,

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Like this:Spending a sunny Sunday afternoon with my favorite 13-year old, I realize that it's all about the attidude. That's a 'tude with a capital "T"!!!I can't help but feel a tid bit sentimental when I look at these. Is that lip gloss she's wearing? Do I see a smidge of mascara on those big beautiful eyelashes? Is it true? My chee chee is becoming a WOMAN!And a beatiful one for sure!Just don't

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I should probably tell you that this past Saturday was totally wasted. I will tell you that 8+ hours of that day were spent standing in a line that covered almost the whole KSL building dowtown. And standing there for 8+ hours should give you an idea of how fast the line was going. So what was my purpose for standing in line for that long? At the beginning of January I sent in a tape to one of my

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March 3 is never ignored. It is not forgotten. It is a day that forever lives in infamy for the Shaw family, and not just because it gave us mom. . . .but because it gave us W as well! This year we celebrated the births of 2 great women by gathering around the kitchen table for some good ol' turkey dinner and homemade "better than (heaven) cake"! It was only made better by the company of close

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Friday afternoon I recieved a phone call during my lunch break. The conversation left me in awe and tears fell freely down my face as I contemplated the events that were described to me over the phone. A good friend of my dad's, whom he met through business work, passed away peacefully Friday morning. Little sister W had a special opportunity to serve as a nurse assistant to this wonderful man

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Salt Lake City, UT She didn't think it would happen that fast. She wondered if it would even happen at all. Just recently graduated from BYU, Megan Shaw, 24, knew that she would eventually want to get into a career that would allow her to use her Bachelor's degree in psychology. "I loved my degree! I loved what I studied! But, going into it, I knew that a BS alone in this field would not offer a

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Two of my very favorite people.Both make me laugh hysterically. Both make me totally crazy at times. Both love me for who I am. One I met 16 years ago. The other I met 3 years ago. Pretty sure I've known both a lot, lot longer than that.I remember the day I got the phone call from the AP's. "Sister Shaw, President wants to send a temple square sister with you and Sister B. She's Korean and you

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It's 2:00 pm on Sunday and church started an hour ago. I should be there, but I'm still getting over my stupid sinus infection. I decided that I would just show up for sacrament. But after an hour of going through a toilet paper roll due to my high rate of snot excretions, I decided maybe sacrament wasn't a good idea either. Yet- it is Ward Conference and I will be missing a fantastic and

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Some notes from Sheri Dew's address to Sandy Instituteon 17 February 2010:You have phenomenal influence. You were sent here to have influence. What you have to decide is what you will allow to have influence over you. If I was going to destroy your life mission, this is what I would do: -Make you really confused about your identity-Never let you discover what the Savior already did for you-Never

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Dear Valentines' Day,I have to admit that I never expected a lot from you this year. My plan included a night in jammies, a couple of chic flicks, and some of mom's famous pink frosted sugar cookie hearts. Instead, you threw in some awkward surprises, including a Spanish singles' dance, where almost every guy is no taller than 5'3 and speaks little english. Well, at least every guy I danced with,

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