<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583</id><updated>2011-10-09T09:57:35.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my Blog.I Love life, love,family, friends,and happiness. I speak, and sign the truth. I hope you enjoy, MY BLOG.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-2631693279139504537</id><published>2011-10-08T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:28:03.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm in &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grDaJNoZbtk/TpE88kF6rRI/AAAAAAAAALo/7F-I843qYxE/s1600/IMAG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661373217759735058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grDaJNoZbtk/TpE88kF6rRI/AAAAAAAAALo/7F-I843qYxE/s200/IMAG0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this limbo. Limbo between having enough college for it to help me ge&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DVo9408nuo/TpE9-KYcgCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t6aKKRkHEkU/s1600/morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661374344729493538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DVo9408nuo/TpE9-KYcgCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t6aKKRkHEkU/s200/morgan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t a better job and.....NOT. But I have been looking BACK into modeling and really would like to pursue it with a vengeance. I have always enjoyed the little bit I've done and wanted to truly give it my all. It seems so hard to get involved and not sure really where to start. If you have lots of money to your name, its not a problem getting started. But trying to build yourself if so hard to do. If you have any suggestions, please, i am all ears. I have a phone call into a family friend who is a photographer who is willing to help me rebuild/build a formal portfolio, and get that started, but in less I'm in a bigger city like Cleveland or Pittsburgh i don't know how much good it's going to do. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5i2e81ekxw/TpE-ZmdMBtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pGMM6RB--E8/s1600/Franjko%252C%2BMorgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661374816122046162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5i2e81ekxw/TpE-ZmdMBtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pGMM6RB--E8/s200/Franjko%252C%2BMorgan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp2gZ_Rqs10/TpE9mZpqTLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ObDfhWV7hH0/s1600/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661373936511372466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp2gZ_Rqs10/TpE9mZpqTLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ObDfhWV7hH0/s200/prom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661373397903053618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5B1UdQbb0/TpE9HDLbkzI/AAAAAAAAALw/CQgGZZ1zGCA/s200/senior%2Bpics.jpg" /&gt;But anyways this is my rant for the night. Just needing to find something to make my clock tick. I've lost that along the way somewhere and I gravely need it back. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-2631693279139504537?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2631693279139504537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=2631693279139504537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/2631693279139504537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/2631693279139504537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2011/10/next-in-life.html' title='Next in Life'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grDaJNoZbtk/TpE88kF6rRI/AAAAAAAAALo/7F-I843qYxE/s72-c/IMAG0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-1711990187721216358</id><published>2011-08-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:32:41.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaack!!!!</title><content type='html'>So this is just a quick hello and hi from my work computer. I am working my last day of work with this company before I return to college. (the start of my sophomore year.) I have decided that because I love to write so much I will be back to blogging, and keeping in contact with the world threw my blog. I have a lot of catching up to do, and look forward to getting back to this wonderful place where i can share my joys of life with my family and friends each day with those people who can not be near to share them personally with us. Will be back very soon with lots of fun and stories to share with all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-1711990187721216358?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1711990187721216358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=1711990187721216358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/1711990187721216358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/1711990187721216358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaack!!!!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-3859450034923799550</id><published>2010-07-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:03:57.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot of catch'in up to do</title><content type='html'>wow, life goes in so many directions. good, bad, happy, sad, frustrated, satisfies. you just never know where life's gonna go next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5156SYGZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XtM6W3nUzSw/s1600/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489454633570539922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5156SYGZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XtM6W3nUzSw/s200/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I know where mine has taken me. Good, Happy, Satisfied. My graduation part&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5ysLQthdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tMzJ4NwjWwE/s1600/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489451099073906130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5ysLQthdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tMzJ4NwjWwE/s200/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y was so amazing. With the family I love around me celebrating and having a great time together. With my true friends standing by my side laughing, playing games, and eating tons of food. Cj surprising me by showing up with his family in a parade. I have never been so happy in my life,then on that day. It was truly just an all around great day. So many family friends and family members &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5z9R-5xfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ii21T09WJoM/s1600/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489452492447663602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5z9R-5xfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ii21T09WJoM/s200/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that I never get to see came down and had a great time with all the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the family recovered from the party and went on our own little adventure, camping. That&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489453686960080834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC51Cz42x8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/hlOtTeB9dYA/s200/DSCN1980.JPG" /&gt; was so peaceful. We went to the middle of nowhere, set up camp, and just lived alone. There were trails that we walked, sites to see that were just truly amazing, and some AWESOME food to be cooked. It ended all way to soon. But i know we'll do it all again real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were going to go boating as a family. Well we did. And while we were on the water it was amazing. I missed being out on the water so much. It was short lived because still have a few things to fix on the boat but that's why we went out, was to see what all needed done after the boat sat for a boating season and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC52ZsnHj9I/AAAAAAAAAII/5qjvP8BgsnA/s1600/DSCN2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489455179655253970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC52ZsnHj9I/AAAAAAAAAII/5qjvP8BgsnA/s200/DSCN2042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now just this past Wednesday Mom, Jon, Sydney, My friend Donny and I went on an unknown adventure. W&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC52tt1LAYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RwylI7Dz4M4/s1600/DSCN2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489455523580019074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC52tt1LAYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RwylI7Dz4M4/s200/DSCN2055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e loaded up and just started driving around. We ended up at White house fruit farms to start, then after playing with Bonni (the greatest dog ever) and getting donuts, we went and played in their play house which is totally awesome. Then after all the fun was done t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC53JJlx9II/AAAAAAAAAIY/PJ_oRA8Lk_c/s1600/DSCN2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489455994888123522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC53JJlx9II/AAAAAAAAAIY/PJ_oRA8Lk_c/s200/DSCN2075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here, we loaded back up in moms truck and headed in boardmen direction. To finally end up stopping a hobby lobby which turned in to an AWESOME time. Who would have thought in a craft store we would end up laughing so hard we were brought t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC53a4LGuyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NamFvQdsyY4/s1600/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489456299450481442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC53a4LGuyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NamFvQdsyY4/s200/DSCN2109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o tears. Donny and i were walking behind mom where we found these little hand held fans that looked like people and their faces were the fans. Well as we were playing with them running all the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC54FOl9E8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/G6LtDHX26xc/s1600/IMG_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489457027023180738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC54FOl9E8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/G6LtDHX26xc/s200/IMG_2681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;batteries out, we noticed a BIG sign that said, BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED...... they all HAD batteries. That's how we were all able to play with them . lol. Then Jon came and drug me down an isle which turned into a fashion show. lol..... after a gr&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC563Nzc02I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CaRlSq6O9u8/s1600/IMG_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489460084828066658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC563Nzc02I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CaRlSq6O9u8/s200/IMG_2721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eat time at Hobby Lobby, we loaded back up and drove around some more, stopped at a few miscellaneous shop&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC55-OYcCzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wkKSU3owUEY/s1600/IMG_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489459105730661170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC55-OYcCzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wkKSU3owUEY/s200/IMG_2687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s and then got lunch at the food court. Teriakyi chicken of course. then we came home, but not done yet. After getting our second wind, jon Donny, Sydney and I loaded up in my truck and went to the park. we had so much fun i can't even explain i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC57pIwLliI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BRb7ZoXI_U8/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489460942465635874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC57pIwLliI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BRb7ZoXI_U8/s200/IMG_2742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t. By the end Sydney wasn't even on her leash because she was running in tail with us and having so much fun on the slide. Donny and I ran to get ice cream for everybody, and when we said we were getting ice cream&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC58atORc9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/D3x55xzd2mw/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489461794069115858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC58atORc9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/D3x55xzd2mw/s200/IMG_2903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the dog they put biskets in her ice cream. so cute..... OMG they had this giant (Frying pan) looking thing that was no an angle, well when i got in it, i realized it spun, but not till after i tried to stand &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC59ShTDubI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mZN2Go_e24o/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489462752940636594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC59ShTDubI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mZN2Go_e24o/s200/IMG_2813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up in it and it spun around on me lol. I was then on my head but still in this crazy thing and Jon found great pleasure in spinning me around and around and around. Greatest invention EVER. We all eventually were riding it and laughing so hard that we could breathe. Then we finally came home and called it a day after posting over 200 pics on facebook. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-3859450034923799550?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3859450034923799550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=3859450034923799550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3859450034923799550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3859450034923799550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/alot-of-catchin-up-to-do.html' title='Alot of catch&apos;in up to do'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/TC5156SYGZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XtM6W3nUzSw/s72-c/Mo%27s+Grad+Party+6-12+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-6062822065648763507</id><published>2010-02-08T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:22:08.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title, No Pictures, Just Words, This Time</title><content type='html'>People make mistakes. We've all heard this line. Sometimes its harder to ACCEPT then others. I've make my mistakes lately and don't know exactly how to fix them. For I know it will take time but I don't know how to live with myself until then. You all have read the blogs of my mother and my grandmother, you've all seen how things are so great in my family and how FAMILY oriented my life is. I screwed up. I'm so sorry. My world and my families world was finally starting to come together. Yeah everybody has their daily struggles but it was all starting to really get good. We were all finding our ways in life and exactly what we are suppose to and love to do. We love so much in this family. I became very blind to this. I became very closed faced to how good I had it here at home. I loved every minute I spent and SPEND with my family but wasn't living it to its fullest like I used to so short of a time ago. I really screw this one up. I don't know how to fix it. another common saying is "time". But here is all I can say. I'm not good with words, never have been never will be when it comes to subjects that are anything heavier then the whether. But i will give this my best shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     MOM: I'm sorry. I love you unconditionally. You are my mother, my only mother and we have a mother daughter bond that can never be broken. You help me understand things I have done wrong. You help me to fix the things i have broken. You stand by me no matter how badly I have hurt you, and you continue to try to help me no matter how much I hurt, frustrate, and shut down on you. I am so thankful to have you in my life to save me from myself and help me become all i can be. I will make sure that i prove to you that I will become all that ME, YOU, DAD, NANA, and PAPPAP want me to be and know i can be. I will make this up to you. I will show you that  I can be who I used to be and will be all of that and more. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     NANA: You've been the GREATEST grandmother in the world. yes i know all grandchildren say things like that, but I mean it. you have done nothing but give me the world and build me up to all the people you are friends with and talk to. I know I've hurt you in this whole thing because you have always thought that I am better then this. We'll I've learned and I am learning HOW much better I am then this whole mess. I can and will fix this and we will all continue to be a big happy family again. I know that I have mess up a lot of trust and pride for me but I will rebuild what I can and learn from what I can not. and to you I am also truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       PAP: God what was I thinking. You've been like a rock to me. Every child in this world looks for a rule model and I am so lucky to have YOU. The things you have accomplished already in your life. How smart you are. The amazing job of not having to break you back everyday for your pay check but instead using the amazing brains you have to do good in this world. BEATING CANCER. You are such a strong person. I should have just continued to strive to be so much like you, just as I did as a little girl and as I have for so many years. I'm sorry for letting you down. I will and am doing everything I can to try and get myself back on a path of good and fix what I can out of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        DADDY: No, I purposely put you last because I wanted this to be the last thing you read so that it was the last thing that could sink in the longest. You are my father, and I am your little girl. I messed up big time and I just don't know how to fix things with you. I want so badly to be able to go back to talking about cars and nitrous and a quarter mile of black top and speed. But I know you just can't do that right now. It's my fault I understand that. But I'm telling you that I'm so so sorry, I know this is only words but it's all I have to offer right now. I want to fix things between us I just don't know how to. We just finally started to have a relationship that was more fun and could talk about me getting good grades and you putting me in the Camaro, we had finally become comfortable with talking about, WHATEVER we wanted to. It didn't have to be all about racing or hunting or out doors anymore, we could talk about school, and band, AND racing, and my future in school. I'm going to fix what I can of this but I can not do it with out my father by my side. I love you dearly and can not live with out you. I know that I have hurt you more then words can say but I will do what ever I can to try and help fix this. I know I have done by you and by the family name but I want to fix this, I really do. I want my life back. I want OUR life back. I'm so sorry daddy, I know this won't fix things right away but I'm hoping that maybe by just trying to put my heart out here for you to see that I want to fix things then maybe we can start to heal and grow and build our lives back together. I love you daddy. and I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-6062822065648763507?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6062822065648763507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=6062822065648763507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6062822065648763507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6062822065648763507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-title-this-time-just-words.html' title='No Title, No Pictures, Just Words, This Time'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-5797443303513976909</id><published>2010-01-28T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:06:56.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Anybody notice how fast life has gone by in the past two to three years? I know I have. It has been crazy. In the past three years I have gone from being a quiet, yet social, little tom boy, to being a (what I think) is a pretty young woman. I have confidence. I look forward to when I go to Kent on Thursdays because i feel that i fit in with so many people. I am so ready to get away from high school and not even think about looking back. I've worked so hard to make sure I have everything ready that I need to start at Kent ASAP. I don't want to sit for to long after I graduate from high school because that's when i get bored and lose interest. I want to become great things. I can NOT wait to get my degree and be able to help people. This is my passion, My calling, My life. I know that it is going to take every ounce of focus and discipline I have but i can not wait for the challenge. I've never wanted something like I do with this.&lt;br /&gt;      I have become such great friends with Emily that i just become more and more inspired to be something great by the day. Every time I see her and see her face just light up to be around people she loves and is such good friends with it makes it so much more rewarding to be HER friend. She is like a sister to me and has made me realize how much I am truly meant to do what I am about to do with my life. I want to aspire to be something great. I want to be able to do my own thing and whenever I come out on the other side my family is so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;       I know along the way there will probably be things that I do that people will not totally agree with but that's OK because it's my turn to show my friends, family, enemies, and the world what I am able to accomplish on my own. It's my turn to show everybody that I can just survive while starting to figure out things on my own. It's time to let myself bloom into something amazing. I for a while started to panic and not want anything to do with growing up and leaving the safety of my closed up rose petals but now i can't wait to show everybody the beautiful color on the inside. I'm so determined to make a life of my own. Getting a Job, Getting an Education, Getting a Career, And hopefully Having a Family someday. I hope that no matter what choices I make in my life in the next few years, everybody who stands behind me know and believes in me doesn't stop believing in me and trusting in my decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-5797443303513976909?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5797443303513976909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=5797443303513976909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/5797443303513976909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/5797443303513976909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-1535403383471577585</id><published>2009-12-30T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:04:54.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking... I'm thinking... I'm thinking...</title><content type='html'>OK. So i sat in front of this computer and tried to come up with something and somehow to start this blog. Well i figured it out. it starts last night. My family went to load up band equipment from the rehearsal hall for the show on New Years Eve. Our good friend Jack came along to give us a hand. After we loaded up and came home we sat around the table and had a nice dinner together. Then there was a knock at the door and Sidney let out a loud YIPE!! Travis Mashburn came in the door, Jacks little brother. he sat at the end of the table. Jack sat next to mom, mom sat across from me, dad sat at the head of the table and Jon sat next to me.( Now its your job to figure out where we are all actually sitting. try and visualize it.) But anyways, so as we sit there chatting, we begging to notice that the foil that once was around the backed potatoes we had for dinner are now the perfect size ball to match a baseball. next thing we all new, we were playing volleyball with these balls of foil, and then baseball using oven mitts as the bat. At one point Jon got up from his seat not really notices and walled into his room, Jack was using the Pooh Bear oven mitts now at antlers like a deer. As he turns to look at mom with his great horns of fabric, something smacks him right between the eyes. But what makes this so funny....is he didn't react right away, he kept making dorky sounds than about five seconds later flinched and said ouch and started laughing. Perfect shot, by my brother J-Blood. I guess the boy just has the right touch to hit anything right between the eyes. Whether is is a deer with an arrow or Jack with a beer bottle cap folded in half. We laughed so hard last night around that table. Just over the simplest of things. We than slowly migrated to the living room. Jack Laid out on the couch, Travis curled up in moms chair, Mom curled up in dads chair, and Jon and i were on the floor with the puppy. Dad went on to bed because he was tired and just plain wore out. As we just kind of hung out watching TV now unwinding from the fun i realized just how much i forgot what it was like, just to have a good time and not stress over something. As I text Medford, Jack and Travis's dad, good night i told him that his mind could rest easy for the night, that both his boys were together happy, Jack sound asleep on the couch and Trav not far behind in sleep, both with full tummy's, warm and happy for the night. He simply said thank you and told me how much, they were his pride and joy. I told him he was more then welcome and a final good night. Threw all of this i learned something. Something may be so small, maybe something so great, but i learned that instead of stressing over things that could kill a small animal, let them go and fill yourself with times like these pf happiness and laughter. Life is way to short to not laugh, to not smile, and to not live. I learned that if things don't go as exactly planned, well OK.... move on. Things are not that bad. I'm gonna start living with more of a smile on my face and worry about what may benefit me in my life instead of always worrying about if i might be not perfect in somebody Else's view. That's my opinion.... As my father would say, " It is my opinion, there are and may be many like it but this one is my own." And that's my story for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-1535403383471577585?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1535403383471577585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=1535403383471577585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/1535403383471577585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/1535403383471577585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-thinking-im-thinking-im-thinking.html' title='I&apos;m thinking... I&apos;m thinking... I&apos;m thinking...'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-8719943561476188702</id><published>2009-12-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:47:30.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bring Me Home Safe</title><content type='html'>A man kisses his wife and son.&lt;br /&gt;A woman hugs her husband and kisses her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;A little girl has tears running down her soft cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;A teenage boy cries to God asking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them in uniforms, wave one last time.&lt;br /&gt;Saying good bye, with a gentle nod.&lt;br /&gt;They walk to that awaiting plan.&lt;br /&gt;They pray silently to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;"God Bring Me Home Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The families stand at that tall cold fence.&lt;br /&gt;Parents who are left hold their children.&lt;br /&gt;Tears, so sad run down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;all's&lt;/span&gt; faces.&lt;br /&gt;They all silently say a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;"God Bring Them Home Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass. Letters are sent to and from.&lt;br /&gt;Then the letters from home get no response.&lt;br /&gt;Weeks pass. A man comes in a uniform with a sealed envelope.&lt;br /&gt;The family cries, Oh Please No.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God, Bring Them Home Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those same families gather again.&lt;br /&gt;Standing at that tall, cold fence.&lt;br /&gt;Praying to see their loved ones, walk off of that plane.&lt;br /&gt;The doors lowers, dress blues are seen.&lt;br /&gt;"God, Please Bring Them Home Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those in dress blues become seen.&lt;br /&gt;They carry flag draped caskets.&lt;br /&gt;The reality sets into family members&lt;br /&gt;Some cry out, some drop to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;"God Bring Them Home Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little boys and girls,&lt;br /&gt;The teenage children, asking why,&lt;br /&gt;The wife's and husbands,&lt;br /&gt;Left to pick up each other and mourn as one.&lt;br /&gt;"God brought Them Home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line of black hearses.&lt;br /&gt;The filled funeral homes.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends waiting to say welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;Most stand numb asking God why.&lt;br /&gt;"God you didn't bring them home, you took him home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The families say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Some frustrated with god.&lt;br /&gt;Some frustrated with the government.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted him to come home to them alive.&lt;br /&gt;They Prayed, "God Bring Him Home Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hear people talking in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;"This is their job to fight for freedom."&lt;br /&gt;Yet they stand there and don't think about the families left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Husbands and wife's get defensive over their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Standing up for those who give their lives so we can be Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up for those who,&lt;br /&gt;"God decides to bring home to him."&lt;br /&gt;Such as he did with their husbands and Wife's,&lt;br /&gt;Their sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;"God someday i ask you to bring them all home to us and you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-8719943561476188702?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8719943561476188702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=8719943561476188702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/8719943561476188702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/8719943561476188702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-bring-me-home-safe.html' title='God Bring Me Home Safe'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-3007216613050802132</id><published>2009-11-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:04:08.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas/Holiday Wish List's</title><content type='html'>OK so i know i haven't been on here in forever and have allot to get caught up on but one thing i have been thinking about that could give us all a helping hand during the holiday time. Why does everybody make a blog entry that is their Christmas wish list. It can be a present you want, or a dinner you want to have with a group of friends. But post it. Then those of us who read your blog will then have idea's for holiday gifts and outings. Makes things much easier. Give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-3007216613050802132?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3007216613050802132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=3007216613050802132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3007216613050802132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3007216613050802132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmasholiday-wish-lists.html' title='Christmas/Holiday Wish List&apos;s'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-7113440358700896964</id><published>2009-09-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:48:35.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/misc/277609/just-stand-up-artists-stand-up-to-cancer.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/misc/277609/just-stand-up-artists-stand-up-to-cancer.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm starting to wonder if things are going to fall how i want them to but you know maybe I'm just suppose to know till it happens. So fine. Life is a roller coaster that i can't control. But i guess i can look at it as a ride of fun instead a ride of fear and worry. Just ride it out. everything happens for a reason right.? Sure that what everybody has always said. GOD has plan for everybody. I wish i could believe my own words coming out of my mouth.  I won't lie I'm terrified to be on my own, i don't know where I'm going what I'm going to do... I know Nothing. I know what i WANT to do and where i WANT to be but who knows if its going to happen that way. I sure hope so. I guess i can lean of the faith i do have and hope it gets me there. I wish my faith was as strong as it used to be. Its just not there anymore. I can't find it and its driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i put this link on here because a friend told me to look up this song and listen to the words. i here the words but i can't absorb them i can't believe them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-7113440358700896964?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7113440358700896964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=7113440358700896964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/7113440358700896964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/7113440358700896964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-3772568079327601886</id><published>2009-07-30T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:51:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye My Old Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIv7jWRu6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQ-ulmZAeng/s1600-h/136_3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364402806299147170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIv7jWRu6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQ-ulmZAeng/s200/136_3607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you truly want to read the impact my girl had on my family and family friends, visit my moms blog. Her tribute is fantastic. It has taken me a week to say the little bit i a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIu94F2HDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Of0NDc-hHns/s1600-h/146_4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364401746715483186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIu94F2HDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Of0NDc-hHns/s200/146_4611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m about to say. What i can say is, my girl must be happy, today at about 4:30 it started to rain. (exactly one week late.) at about 6 o'clock it stopped raining. My Josie was telling me she's OK, and that she is watching over me. I can't tell you how it feels to loose a lifetime companion like this. Its such a raw empty feeling. ever morning i am woken up b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIfjbTMpYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K83EVOff8B0/s1600-h/140_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364384799635842434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIfjbTMpYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K83EVOff8B0/s200/140_4093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y my mom putting our puppy, Sydney, on me till she licks half my face off. but its not the same. Sydney doesn't understand me. yes she is so cute but, its just not the same. every time i come home, there is no black nose in the last dinning room window facing the driveway, with whimpers of joy coming from it. Every night i go to bed and i never get yelled at for not petting or cuddling with her long enough. Every morning, no conversation when i come down the stairs and am only half awake. I miss that the most. Every single morning, rain or shine Josie would say good morning and i would lay as close to her as i could get and she would talk to me. We would spend at LEAST five minutes every morning talking wa&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIjqO5H9TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sqsU-VomOSQ/s1600-h/136_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364389314610853170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIjqO5H9TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sqsU-VomOSQ/s200/136_3671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;king up together. I used to come home from school and she would meet me at the door with a big nudge to get me on the ground and then would jump continue to lick me and wine and whimper and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIlj1pUcYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tF9WoCxJs4Q/s1600-h/100_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364391403777716610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIlj1pUcYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tF9WoCxJs4Q/s200/100_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we would snuggle for a while. She loved this family so much that she would never eat until the family was home. She would go all day at times when we were all out busy with out eating. In seven months exactly as of today i will be eighteen, she would have been thir&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIiXCgzPKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DMmlejRMtt4/s1600-h/143_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364387885358464162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIiXCgzPKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DMmlejRMtt4/s200/143_4393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teen. I'm not sure how that's going to go. For twelve years she always got the first rose off  OUR birthday cake feed to her by me with a fork. I have nobody to give my milk to in the morning when i finish my bowl of cereal. Nothing is the same. Sydney doesn't ever bark. Never talks and its just so different. I can't put into words the pain that i feel sometimes. It hurts. That's all there is to it. Its raw and as time goes on it still feels like yesterday. I dream about that day every night. I sat in the pouring rain with Josie all day that gloomy Thursday. I was soaked but she wanted to lay in the front yard so we did. I told her that morning that i would never leave her the rest of the day. And i didn't. I sat in the rain i held her until she left for a better place. She was the greatest friend I've ever had and will ever have. She was my baby my sister my world.&lt;br /&gt;REST IN PEACE MY BABY GIRL!!! HOPE YOUR HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIe7DQaUEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMffKoFaubA/s1600-h/140_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364384105986936898" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIe7DQaUEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bMffKoFaubA/s320/140_4058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-3772568079327601886?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3772568079327601886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=3772568079327601886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3772568079327601886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3772568079327601886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bye-my-old-girl.html' title='Good Bye My Old Girl'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SnIv7jWRu6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQ-ulmZAeng/s72-c/136_3607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-3464707944927618370</id><published>2009-06-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:49:02.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE I'M FROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a three&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWEbZ-ofHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXUScYTrzHU/s1600-h/146_4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351829338564623474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWEbZ-ofHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXUScYTrzHU/s200/146_4635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hour flight from Memphis to LAI was silently celebrating my first class upgradeLaughing at my jeans and my bootsBeside those high dollar shoes and Armani suitsWhen the gentleman next to me said the drinks up here are freeSo if you'd like the first one can be on meHe said i'm headin back from business in New &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkUgxVzaYnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dn1ciHtMEBw/s1600-h/154_5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351719764238164594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkUgxVzaYnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dn1ciHtMEBw/s200/154_5440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;York and RomeTell me son, Where do you call homeI said I'm from the front pew of a wooden white churchThe courthouse clock it still dont workWhere a man's word means everythingWhere moms and dads were high school flingsGave their children grandmothers maiden nameYes it may not &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWFMpuKpII/AAAAAAAAAEw/ggQE-uPE4Vc/s1600-h/170_7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351830184604116098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWFMpuKpII/AAAAAAAAAEw/ggQE-uPE4Vc/s200/170_7043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sound like muchBut its where I'm fromSo we drank that round and then anotherThere wasn't a topic in this world we did not coverHe said I headed out west when I was barely 19Just a kid chasing my dreamsI said I'm flying out here to pick up my big brotherHe's been fighting the cancer they discoveredBut he called last night and said I thi&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkUgIkXt5kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/72zxWdhuzMg/s1600-h/168_6863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351719063773898306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkUgIkXt5kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/72zxWdhuzMg/s200/168_6863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nk this is the end. So come take me home to my family and my friendsWhere the quarterback dates the homecoming queenThe truck's a ford and the tractor's greenAnd Amazing Grace is what we singWell there's a county fair every fallAnd your friends are there no matter when you callYeah It m&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWHRuGySJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WfzfDsbPai0/s1600-h/Mt+Pleasant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351832470703720594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWHRuGySJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WfzfDsbPai0/s200/Mt+Pleasant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay not sound like much but it'sWhere I'm fromAnd as we stood to claim the bags we checkedHe said I'll pray for your brother and did I mention thatItalian suits haven't always been my styleSee I was quarterback of my high school teamWe took state back in '63And my wife, she's still my homecoming queenCause I'm from the front pew of a wooden white churchA courthouse clock that still don't workWhere a man's word means everythingWhere moms and dads were high school &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWFkmP2F4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PGuIHOyJNkc/s1600-h/155_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351830595988494210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWFkmP2F4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PGuIHOyJNkc/s200/155_5541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flingsGave their children grandmothers maiden nameYes it may not sound like muchI said it may not sound like much but it's where I'm fromit's where I'm fromWhere I'm fromAmazing Grace, how sweet the sound......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This story is a story of Trueth. Of Heart. And of Love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-3464707944927618370?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3464707944927618370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=3464707944927618370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3464707944927618370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/3464707944927618370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-im-from.html' title='WHERE I&apos;M FROM'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SkWEbZ-ofHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXUScYTrzHU/s72-c/146_4635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-2782139228506747500</id><published>2009-05-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:29:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.R.A.K.E.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have found a new passion. It's called B.R.A.K.E.S. it stands for be responsible and keep people safe. i joined the team and couldn't be any happier. It was started by an NHRA driver named Doug Herbert after his two sons were killed in a single car crash. i am now apart of the team and my goal and roll of being a member is to help turn teens and adults alike into better safer drivers. I want to make it so very clear how quickly a life can change for ever. I hate reading the paper almost everyday and there is a new car crash that either involved serious injuries or fatalities. And the even worse part is SO MANY of them involve deaths of multiple people young old new drivers and experienced. i have had to go to one good friend funeral and i don't want to do it anytime soon again. I don't want this to be the image left in one of my best friends mind after they were driving "COOL" and crash the car killing everybody else in the car. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/ShNcFMp0_8I/AAAAAAAAADA/NesvMXEgZkE/s1600-h/james+and+jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337711227729936322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/ShNcFMp0_8I/AAAAAAAAADA/NesvMXEgZkE/s200/james+and+jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    This picture of Jon and James Herbert's funeral is so sad. I just hope that being apart of this team i can help prevent this from happening so frequently. Anybody can join the team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Any body who wants to send me a post and i will help you to join in the challenge to same people, young AND old, lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-2782139228506747500?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2782139228506747500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=2782139228506747500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/2782139228506747500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/2782139228506747500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/brakes.html' title='B.R.A.K.E.S.'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/ShNcFMp0_8I/AAAAAAAAADA/NesvMXEgZkE/s72-c/james+and+jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-1239749449895466817</id><published>2009-04-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:54:15.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdP22ORyA9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/t5_h_BZOFaA/s1600-h/IMG_7934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319866996260733906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdP22ORyA9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/t5_h_BZOFaA/s200/IMG_7934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm seventeen now. wow. i don't feel any different. really i don't. it doesn't even feel right to say I'm seventeen or write that I'm seventeen. i guess I've gotten to a point where like when i turned sixteen, I WAS SIXTEEN, but now its like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt; I'm seventeen. not a big deal. but let me say something... my birthday was one of the BIGGEST roller coasters i have EVER been on. the morning was amazing a few friends at school decorated my locker and filled my truck with balloons and wrote on the windows happy birthday and everything. and it was aw some then you know i came home and it just didn't feel the same with out my grandparents here. they have never missed a birthday, so it wasnt the same. and it kinda brought me down a little but i tried to just put it away because it was my birthday. Then.... ohhhh.... THEN the fun bega&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdPyxAAsjLI/AAAAAAAAACo/DlOT7YxwwxQ/s1600-h/IMG_7929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319862508485119154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdPyxAAsjLI/AAAAAAAAACo/DlOT7YxwwxQ/s200/IMG_7929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n! First jack my brother shows up. in his hand he held a card that he got me and drawn on the envelope is a person with a fish bowl filled with water as a head(water-head). THEN.... the Mashburn's ( Miss.Sandi, and Dr.Mashburn) show up. in hand with a card that reads on the envelope reads the following "happy birthday &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Morgan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NO mo NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATER HEAD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh for crying out loud love you all to. i thought my mother was going to pee herself laughing at me. when she saw both ENVELOPES. we're not even to the cards yet. I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves. on the actual cards because no words could express what these cards were like. JACK- come on did you have to be that mean. lol just kidding. it was very funny. the inside was just as funny.we did have a very nice time though, AND thank you from the bottom of my heart for making my birthday the best it could. i really needed it. you guy&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdPHmIhK6CI/AAAAAAAAACY/Bi9UAtUhAfk/s1600-h/IMG_7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319815042790254626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdPHmIhK6CI/AAAAAAAAACY/Bi9UAtUhAfk/s200/IMG_7925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s were a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319863911428325826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdP0CqYbAcI/AAAAAAAAACw/6T8ZjlvhO8Q/s200/IMG_7927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;amazing. i truly don't know what i would do in life without you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-1239749449895466817?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1239749449895466817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=1239749449895466817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/1239749449895466817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/1239749449895466817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SdP22ORyA9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/t5_h_BZOFaA/s72-c/IMG_7934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-6678349588524197640</id><published>2009-02-23T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:54:35.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ....POST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OK so what is you people's deal? I'm ahead of all of you in post. you guys have fallen behind. come of i miss you guys i wanna know whats going on in all your lives. its bad enough i don't get to experience all of the times with you. i really would like to at least read about them. lol. anyhow. nothing new no inspiring stories. no amazing falling out. no nothing just another boring day. I'll get something good eventually. ☻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-6678349588524197640?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6678349588524197640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=6678349588524197640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6678349588524197640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6678349588524197640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/readpost.html' title='READ....POST!!!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-8637278850410197225</id><published>2009-02-15T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:01:24.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Somebody Special</title><content type='html'>I just returned from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mashburned&lt;/span&gt; newest addition...The Lake House. As we sat around chatting, bonding, and eating pizza. I looked around and listened to so many things being said and done. My little brother was sitting next to a soon to be father and talked as if he was of the same age. My mother and father sat around a plastic folding table with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mashburn&lt;/span&gt; and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mashburn&lt;/span&gt;. I sat across the table from them. My parents and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mashburns&lt;/span&gt; talked so comfortably about things they plan to do this spring and summer. And they talked about crazy (yet sometimes stupid) things they were apart of this last summer, and i watched as the older grandfather sit next to his wife and tell her that he loved her, and then stood so strongly and roamed around to joke and talk with all who gathered. Hailey, an expecting mother, joked so happily and yet was so quiet. I watched her sit against a wall and eat her pizza and not complain about how badly her back her but just say that she did not want a chair. As we sat around Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mashburn&lt;/span&gt; got up from her chair and went to the kitchen, where she then called her husband to follow. When we all came into the kitchen, she was sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of two cakes full of candles. We all sang happy birthday and she took a deep breath.she, got all of her candles in one breath. we then went back to eating and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conversating&lt;/span&gt;. she was so happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; to be around her family and friends. after a few minutes she went back to the kitchen where everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; called back and she had all of her gifts and flowers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of her. she said some things that moved people that i don't know if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;. as she thanked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; for coming she talked about how her life has been so good, and then she said that it was because of all the people around her.... Then she turned to her daughter, and she very simply said that she was not sad about her life being so far along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of her and her daughter being together and so close and now Hailey is expecting and she was so proud of her. when she turned back to her gifts i could see how touched Hailey was. she started to tear up and smile all at the same time. she called both of her step sons.. HER SONS. Travis the younger one got a soft spot and turned to her and gave her a huge loving huge. the other kind smiled and said thank you and i love you.  Tonight was amazing. was so mellowing and moving. happy birthday Miss Sandie i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-8637278850410197225?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8637278850410197225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=8637278850410197225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/8637278850410197225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/8637278850410197225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-somebody-special.html' title='Happy Birthday to Somebody Special'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-967538309173148119</id><published>2009-02-06T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:37:36.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look!!!</title><content type='html'>like the new look? i changed some of my colors and themes. i was tiered of the same old same old. lol. but you know how it goes. hehehe. nothing to important. oh ya but on february 20th our marching band is playing the phantom's hockey game at the chevy centre. it is also the pre party to the kelly pavlik BIG fight.... so anybody is more then welcome to come out watch the game and listen to us. nothing big though. we have to play tonight to. we have to play for the boys basketball game at the school so i'll be busy all night. oh ya ans the blog right below is from the quaker city race way/ viperizer website. jon is on there too. pretty cool stuff let me tell ya. lol. ttyl :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-967538309173148119?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/967538309173148119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=967538309173148119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/967538309173148119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/967538309173148119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/look.html' title='look!!!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-7060996842405077155</id><published>2009-02-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:07:21.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SYubLtYvciI/AAAAAAAAACI/6OSSvUMo6Gk/s1600-h/check+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299500011995755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SYubLtYvciI/AAAAAAAAACI/6OSSvUMo6Gk/s320/check+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Franjko qualified # 11 with a 10.04&lt;br /&gt;Get this....odds have it that Morgan has to run her little brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonathan first round....The dude slaps his sister with .009 bulb...ouch!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's kewl cause Morgan comes back and wins the QCR Junior race!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-7060996842405077155?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7060996842405077155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=7060996842405077155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/7060996842405077155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/7060996842405077155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-it.html' title='check it!!!!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SYubLtYvciI/AAAAAAAAACI/6OSSvUMo6Gk/s72-c/check+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-4738398062954261405</id><published>2009-01-27T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:51:22.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Stand"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SX_CS1wTXhI/AAAAAAAAACA/nCi0DOhLX58/s1600-h/god2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296165315734101522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SX_CS1wTXhI/AAAAAAAAACA/nCi0DOhLX58/s320/god2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you ask me, who I am:What is my vision? And do I have a plan?Where is my strength? Have I nothing to say?I hear the words in my head, but I push them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I stand for the power to change,I live for the perfect day.I love till it hurts like crazy,I hope for a hero to save me.I stand for the strange and lonely,I believe there's a better place.I don't know if the sky is heaven,But I pray anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't knowWhat tomorrow bringsThe road less traveled Will it set us free?Cause we are taking it slow,These tiny legacies.I don't try and change the world;But what will you make of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I stand for the power to change,I live for the perfect day.I love till it hurts like crazy,I hope for a hero to save me.I stand for the strange and lonely,I believe there's a better place.I don't know if the sky is heaven,But I pray anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the slightest of breezesWe fall just like leavesAs the rain washes us from the groundWe forget who we areWe can't see in the darkAnd we quickly get lost in the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I stand for the power to change,I live for the perfect day.I love till it hurts like crazy,I hope for a hero to save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I stand for the power to change,I live for the perfect day.I love till it hurts like crazy,I hope for a hero to save me.I stand for the strange and lonely,I believe there's a better place.I don't know if the sky is heaven,But I pray anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-4738398062954261405?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4738398062954261405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=4738398062954261405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/4738398062954261405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/4738398062954261405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-standwhen-you-ask-me-who-i-amwhat-is.html' title='&quot;I Stand&quot;'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SX_CS1wTXhI/AAAAAAAAACA/nCi0DOhLX58/s72-c/god2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-7857411866165481428</id><published>2009-01-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:34:15.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW POST!!! YAYAYAYA!!! lol sorry got that out of my system. hehehe. i just got done typing my chemistry paper so I'm kinda wound up and tiered of using my brain. so i thought i would come here. hehehe. don't ask i don't know whats wrong with me. ask my doctor. he says technically I'm fine, but I'm not so sure. LOL! we i just had to share something with all of you that i though you would all take great...umm....i don't really know..... but any ways. so i was sitting in English class a few days ago and we were helping grade our journals that we have to keep and i just was so privileged to get the cocky jokes from the seat behind me who I CAN'T STAND!! so i just the good kind friendly student and person i am just let it go and went on to read 50 journal entries and comment on every single one like i was instructed to and then total his score and return it to the pile. seems simple, easy, and to the point, right? WRONG!!! oh no this was no easy task!! it was like trying to read a four year old hand writing first off. but i got past that... then i had to grade the journal in many different ways.. up side down.... back to front and out of order. how does a person do that. it is a simple 50 point assignment. you walk into class get out your journal flip to the very next page in your journal write down your prompt, and write you close your journal when your down, and you put it away. the next day repeat this process. its really not that hard i do it every single day in English.&lt;br /&gt;but OK fine what ever. you think this is great you should have read the things he turned the prompts into. journal entree number seven- " write how you could better your committee, and explain your answer"...simple write? here is a summery of what he put.." i could better my....um...town... by playing star football, basketball, baseball, and every other sport player. i don't really know how this would better my town but it would make me feel like even better of a person.oh ya that's right i am as good as they come. people should worship my athletic ability's and how gorgeous i am."&lt;br /&gt;ya this is what i get to deal with ever single day for 45 minutes. he's so egotistical. i can't stand it. its one thing to mess around with people to say you are good at what you do. but to work 50 different journal entries so that you can talk about how much you love yourself. No get over your self...grow up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK i feel better now...ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-7857411866165481428?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7857411866165481428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=7857411866165481428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/7857411866165481428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/7857411866165481428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-post-yayayaya-lol-sorry-got-that.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-2142259926300185937</id><published>2009-01-06T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:06:43.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey everybody. thanks for being there for me. i really love all of you guys. your all amazing! and i mean that sincerly. so here is the newest and sweetest!!!..... so my mom and dad have been talking to a relative of my dads online via e-mail for a while and get this....the other day...... SHE CALLED!! how cool is that. now she is not jsut a relative she is living in austria now but she is from croatia. that is so cool that i am in touch her and her fam&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SWP_akwr3MI/AAAAAAAAABw/UZtxUR1Yz6k/s1600-h/images%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288351219472653506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SWP_akwr3MI/AAAAAAAAABw/UZtxUR1Yz6k/s320/images%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ily now. my dream has always been for me and even the family to for my senior trip go to croatia to visit and meet all of my relatives on my dads side of the family. tell me that would not be cool!!! i hope that we stay in contact because i am so excited to get to know them. i know there is a daughter in the mix who is just about my age i think dad said she was 17. SWEEEEET!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.33ff.com/flags/XL_flags_embossed/Croatia_flag.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.33ff.com/flags/worldflags/Croatia_flag.html&amp;amp;usg=__KgQhztbJfPQ8VNz8BPFgFUQf8AA=&amp;amp;h=240&amp;amp;w=360&amp;amp;sz=12&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;tbnid=xI88npRvpKbJ2M:&amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;amp;tbnw=121&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcroatian%2Bflag%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-2142259926300185937?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2142259926300185937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=2142259926300185937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/2142259926300185937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/2142259926300185937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhS0ta2pcwo/SWP_akwr3MI/AAAAAAAAABw/UZtxUR1Yz6k/s72-c/images%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-273181604608409618</id><published>2009-01-03T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:13:47.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i ask a question? i was laying in bed the other day, just thinking to myself.... and people always say, "don't ask why because there is no answer" but is there? i wrote in my journal everything that came to mind and it kind of went like this....&lt;br /&gt;"Do you every ask yourself why? why do people love? why do people hate? why do people breathe? why to people live? why do people die? why do people get sick? why do people stay healthy? why do people cry? why do people smile? why do people do bad things? why do the good die young? why do the Guilty live for eternity? why do friends come into our lives? why do friends leave? why do some forget? why do some forgive? why do some remember the aw full? why do some never forgive the simple? why? Do you ever ask yourself why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make sense to anybody? Do i sounds like a freak? maybe its just me. I kinda feel lately like i am just a struggling teenager that can't beat it. Is this the normal life of a teenager? maybe I'm just worrying to much. my grandfather is sick with cancer, and I'm not going to lie, I'm worried sick. i can't even think about loosing him without tearing up. he's so important to me. and so i try not to think about it but every time my brain even turns on something that does not take up every ounce of my brain i think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really stress about my grades. i mean like i don't want to be a perfect 4.0 student(even know that would be great) but i just want to now struggle every day of school. My brother is so naturally smart and he can get such good grades, and the only thing he has to do is study every once and a while and apply himself and he can get a perfect 4.0. it's not fair. why can't i be naturally smart? i just don't want to struggle i want that honors diploma. i want to be that special person the twenty thirty years down the road i can send my parents on an all expense paid trip to Paris or Croatia or even Florida or Vermont(mom has always wanted to go there). i just wish i had the ability. everyone always says if i apply myself more i can get as good as grades as i want but i can't stay focused anymore to do any better. what am i suppose to do. do i give up. No! my best friend did that and look what happened now i have a 12x12 frame of the only pictures i ever had of her sitting by my bed with her obituary hung up in front of my bed on my wall. what good that did, right? ya I'm not that weak. i just struggle and feel like i stand alone sometimes because i don't want to drag anybody down. Can somebody just tell me I'm not crazy. just tell me I'm normal and it gets better. because this Really sucks. I'm tiered of hiding the tears until I'm in my bed and i cry myself to sleep almost every single night wondering why i can't be the perfect person, the perfect daughter, the perfect student. i don't even want to be perfect i just want to be good. i don't want to struggle and claw my way at EVERYTHING i do. what am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-273181604608409618?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/273181604608409618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=273181604608409618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/273181604608409618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/273181604608409618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-ask-question-i-was-laying-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-6921588846892237113</id><published>2008-12-15T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:59:07.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's works</title><content type='html'>well here's the update on the boys who were in the car accident... Brandon is back in south Carolina on his feet and back at school. John is home but isn't back to school yet. He is still in quiet a bit of pain and has to have surgery to re- brake his collar bone and Aline it with a pin or two and a rod. Ethan is still at St. Elizabeth's and was suppose to com home last Wednesday but was UN able to so he is going to try to come home again this coming Wednesday. but he is doing Amazing. He is able to stand on his own with a platform walker and he is heeling well. thank you for all your prayer's they really needed them and they helped so much. i will update you on any great changes but for now... they will all be fine and Ethan should be home very soon. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-6921588846892237113?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6921588846892237113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=6921588846892237113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6921588846892237113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6921588846892237113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/gods-works.html' title='God&apos;s works'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-8985816181457653982</id><published>2008-11-28T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:17:23.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD</title><content type='html'>OK so i have a confession to make. this last Tuesday i thought i had lost three of my good friends, one being a best friend. at about 4:30 Tuesday night Ethan, Brandon, and John all were having a good time hanging out with our friend Brandon who came up to visit from south Caroline which is where he moved to the summer after our freshmen year of high school. the pictures of the accident are incredible. and i don't mean that in a good way. i mean it as in quiet honestly if i hadn't been told that all three boys survived i would have thought that they were all tragically killed. But as I'm sure you all have guessed... they all survived. AMAZINGLY! each and everyone of them know very well that they have god to thank, because it was not their time to go. God saved each and everyone of them for a reason. True, they all have extensive injuries but they will all recover and be themselves again. Ethan had to have multiple surgeries to repair a crushed knee, and a broken femur, and he also has a broken wrist. Brandon had to have multiple surgeries to repair a broken leg that broke skin and also ripped apart tendons, he had to have one rod and two screws put in his leg and he is still awaiting neurology surgery. And finally my best friend John, he received a broken collar bone, and a deep cut on his knee that required stitches, but not till a day and a half later after he had been sent home did he get re-admitted to the hospital because he had a brain bleed. For right now all the boys are in the Youngstown St.Elizabeth's hospital but john is expected to hopefully be re-released again, and Brandon will hopefully get to leave sometime tomorrow. Ethan on the other hand is going to be out of the running for a very long time. he has at least two more days at St. Elizabeth's and then he is off to a rehab center for pretty much his in tier body. he is not expected to return to school for at least a month. that is how long he is to be in a wheel chair.&lt;br /&gt;      I am informing all of you of this because these boys really need your prayers right now. They are all experiencing large amounts of pain and weakness. They are also realizing that they are all very lucky to be alive and in the hospital that they are in right now. Ethan is in the worst condition and was also the driver of the car. he especially needs your prayers right now because not only is he dealing with allot of breathing, pain, and surgical problems, but he is also dealing with the fact that he hurt his friends. He never wanted to do what he did, so please if when your going about your day if you could all just say a prayer of strength and healing for these three young kind and sweet boys, i would been eternally grateful.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         thank you dearly from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;                         we can't wait till they all come home and back to all their friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-8985816181457653982?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8985816181457653982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=8985816181457653982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/8985816181457653982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/8985816181457653982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/god.html' title='GOD'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-6014022001499767274</id><published>2008-11-08T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:24:18.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so its been awhile since i've been on here to update, and i'm sorry. its busy being a 16 year old in high school.  ok and my grandma and my mom haven't gotten off my case about not updating.  thats what they do i guess. but ok so here is the newest news in my life..... SO racing has ended   - tear tear-and it is so weird not getting up early saturday morning and mentally preparing myself to go out and defend my right as a female in a male dominate sport. let me tell you though.... its fun when you win even one round and shut the guys up because they jsut got there butts kicked by a girl.  But now thats over and i'm back to school all week every week. marching band just ended  and the football team ended the season at 8-3. not bad for a small country school.  so now i don't really have anything going on. I'm not compaining but its really weird.  if anybody is board and wants to do ANYTHING i'm all game just give me a call or a text. i'll put more pictures up when i get some.  right now i don't have a whole lot i do have one and thats the fact that our chickens last night started laying eggs and i am so excited. so leave me anything you wish.   love you all guys. your awsome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-6014022001499767274?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6014022001499767274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=6014022001499767274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6014022001499767274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/6014022001499767274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-its-been-awhile-since-ive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918257303634091583.post-271793601449464916</id><published>2008-10-08T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:17:44.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hey gals and guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so this is my first time doing this whole blogging thing, but i felt left out and kinda out of the times since my mom and my grandmother BOTH had blogs but me the sixteen year old didn't. so i figured if they could do it i could do it to. right? hehehe! so I'll give this a shot and see how i like it. and don't make fun of me if I'm dumb or do something weird because for one that's just what teenagers do and second i haven't ever even had a my space or anything like that. so we'll see how this goes. oh ya hey mom hey Nana. watch out I'm going to try and out do you on this blogging thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918257303634091583-271793601449464916?l=morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/feeds/271793601449464916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7918257303634091583&amp;postID=271793601449464916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/271793601449464916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7918257303634091583/posts/default/271793601449464916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmomentsforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-gals-and-guys-so-this-is-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730350562352831251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qy46x9W_ls/TpE4nhzNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rXyzA5k8Ut8/s220/morgan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
