<?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-1765089107324650127</id><updated>2012-01-13T15:23:16.101-08:00</updated><category term='Pictures...'/><title type='text'>My Own Time</title><subtitle type='html'>"Be one who nurtures and builds. Be one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart, who looks for the best in people. Leave people better than you found them. If we could look into each other's hearts and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently...." 
-Marvin J. Ashton</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-7444786289117905119</id><published>2012-01-05T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:51:20.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timez a flyen...</title><content type='html'>I'm not even going say how long it's been since I posted last... That just happens with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Autumn is engaged. How do I feel about that?! No, don't be worried, I'm thrilled for her actually. I can see how absolutely and completely happy she is. I feel like she has found the perfect guy for her. It really does seem that when you stop focusing on what isn't yours or what isn't happening in your life, and just live life the best you know how, that is when God blesses you with everything you could desire. At least that is what happened to Autumn. It makes me happy to see her so radiant. I know that together they will grow and be just who the other needs, to bring them to the Celestial kingdom, and their own happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course part of me wonders when it will be my turn to experience all of that joy. But upon reflection I know that I'm not ready yet. I'm not the person I want to be, or want my future spouse to end up with. I am learning. EVERYDAY! I'm closer than I was even two years ago, and I NOW know who that person is...who I am going to be, I even know it's achievable! :D I'm grateful for the struggles I've had in figuring this all out, for the silent as well as the loud and obnoxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know I live with the best roommate ever, my sister Elyse. I know that there were some doubters out there who didn't think we could live together... but really where's the faith?!!!  Elyse and I are having a blast. This whole thing thus far has been really good for each of us. I love that I'm not alone, that there is someone that loves me at home. I'm not a loner, never have been, and most definitely never will be. I need people. Being around people helps me thrive, especially when I know they love me! I love that we don't even have to do anything special, it's just having another body in the room that's what helps. I love people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved back to Provo in September and I must admit being back in Provo has been an interesting change. I missed parts of it that's for sure...but others NOT at all. For example the crazy student population that has taken over the town... didn't miss that. What I did miss was being so close to my family, especially the Rex clan. For that reason alone I'm glad I'm back. This is where God has led me to be. I can't doubt that. Things are going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is spectacular, and I feel incredibly appreciated. I work crazy-like, but now that the holidays are over and my best friend is coming and visiting from Maryland I will have a break, of some sort.... hopefully! haha! I've been apprehensive about seeing her again I have to admit... Long distance relationships are hard for me, and honestly, if it weren't for her calling me every week, I wouldn't have put much faith in there being any relationship at all. I hope that the trip is good for both of us. I Love her so much. Our lives have just been on completely separate and different paths, I hope we can reconnect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as few words as this has been, this is my life right now in a nut-shell. Working up a storm and spending time with family. I have been entertaining the idea of taking a tae-kwon-do class... something completely new, but that will stretch me in several different aspects, mentally and physically. I think it's time I do something for me. I need to start taking care of myself and I think something like this is a good start. It's ME time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-7444786289117905119?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7444786289117905119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=7444786289117905119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7444786289117905119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7444786289117905119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2012/01/timez-flyen.html' title='Timez a flyen...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2104104912370382846</id><published>2011-05-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:24:06.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lo que pasa, pasa</title><content type='html'>WHAT HAPPENS HAPPENS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, I started and quit a second job, I had a mission reunion, found out my mission president is moving to Peru because of his new church assignment, my youngest brother came home from his mission, I got a haircut, and I found time to clean and reorganize my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes things just get all mushed together. For me the last several months have been mushed. I've been really busy that I just didn't really have time to sit and think, let alone play catch up on my blog. I can look back tho, and even in this last little while I can see the hand of God in my life. He has led me to be where I am...and is teaching me daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening in my car to Jesus the Christ on c.d. I just finished yesterday. I have learned more about my Savior, and the feelings of peace and joy I got everyday because of it has helped me make it through some really long days. I know that Christ is my savior. I know that I have a purpose, and as I slow down enough to meditate and listen that I am led and guided. I am taught and inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last conference was really something special for me. I took the time to stop and listen. I have loved and listened to conference before, but I think for the first time I listened with the specific desire to know and feel of God's love for me, and I felt it! I received some direction and answer to some of my prayers. I'm not always a good person. I have my faults weaknesses and shortcomings... and I tend to be slow to remember God. But I know I can change. I want to change, and with my Savior and His continuous, and infinite atonement I can change. I can be better, and I want to be better. I am grateful for the atonement in my life. For the love of God, and for His servants the prophets who He has sent to guide us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best family in the WHOLE world. (including extended family) I have been very blessed. It was nice to have some time off and spend time with my family this past week. Michael coming home was a wonderful excuse!!! You know he's the same kid, but there is definitely something more mature and grown up about him. He has done some serious growing these last two years. I'm proud of him. It takes a lot to go on a mission, and stay there!!! ha ha! I'm glad that I was able to serve a mission, if only to appreciate that fact even more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's are all at home right now... although I'd love to convince them to live even closer to me, it is nice that they are as close as they are, and I get to see them more often. It's good for my mom (I think) to have them all at home right now. This will probably be the last time she has as many kids (although they are all grown-ups) at home. I know I probably wont ever live at home again, although I've entertained that idea...but only for a few seconds. It's Probably for the best. I'm actually friends with my mom now. Yep! I don't want to ruin that...best if I don't move home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I have more time on my hands, and am becoming a baker/pastry chef, once my work schedule is all figured out I will have time to make and keep some friends! That will be nice. I now have time to be more involved with church activities, and am available to serve!!! YIPPY! More time to make myself happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE MORE WE SERVE THE LESS WE SUFFER!" -Brent L. Top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2104104912370382846?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2104104912370382846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2104104912370382846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2104104912370382846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2104104912370382846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/lo-que-pasa-pasa.html' title='lo que pasa, pasa'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-260950434356312007</id><published>2010-11-14T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:49:56.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful for friends who share talents, lessons learned, and inspiring words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you &lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; &lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, &lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too; &lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, &lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, &lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, &lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; &lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; &lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster &lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same; &lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken &lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, &lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, &lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings &lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, &lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings &lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss; &lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew &lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone, &lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you &lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, &lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; &lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; &lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much; &lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute &lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - &lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, &lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-260950434356312007?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/260950434356312007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=260950434356312007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/260950434356312007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/260950434356312007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-5891040431992466425</id><published>2010-10-11T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:28:16.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference...and Apples!</title><content type='html'>So I love, love, loved general conference. It may be partly the delicious apples, time with family, and incredibly awesome food, but of course I loved mostly the messages that the Prophets and Church leaders have been inspired to give us. That is the biggest reason for my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, there are moments, because of family that I get distracted and don't hear what is going on. There are also moments that I get sleepy and the soothing voices of the speakers lull me into a prolonged doze. I love the spirit that I can feel no matter what. I also can feel of the love God has for me, and the love of my church leaders. I know that the Revelations given to the servants of God are for our benefit. They are the guidelines, and precepts we need at this trying time of earths history. (Thank goodness we get to hear and read them over and over! just in case I missed something the first time!) &lt;br /&gt;Morals, and ethics, are being questioned everywhere, and in every setting. It's a comfort that God still speaks to His servants the prophets, and counsels, cautions, and even commands us still today. His guidance couldn't be more necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I do admit that I have favorite speakers, who have a certain way of speaking and telling things just how it is, that I really enjoy; Elders Bednar, Holland, Oaks, and Packer to name a few. I enjoy the refreshing upfront way that things are said. Especially this last conference. &lt;br /&gt;I honestly got a little riled up when I found out that there are certain groups of people who are trying to get Elder Packer to rescind certain comments he made in his last talk. I had to re-read the talk, to even get a clue as to why someone would be upset with what he had said. He was blunt, but other than that there wasn't anything in what he said that went against or beyond the teachings and doctrines of our church. There are examples from the Old Testament, to the New Testament and even in current revelation, that supports everything Elder Packer taught. It even saddens me that there are people who share my same faith, that have questioned whether or not what Elder Packer said was Christlike. He said everything he did in Love. I think the things he said were needed to be heard at precisely this time.&lt;br /&gt;I know there will come a time that we cannot be fence sitters anymore, we will have to be either Hot or Cold, not "lukewarm" as it says in the bible (Rev 3:15-16). We will have to stand up for the things we believe we will have to choose whose side we are on. The Lords or Satan's. I stand with the Lord, and support Elder Packer in all of the words he spoke. &lt;br /&gt;I know we have a loving Heavenly Father, He loves us. I know He wants all of His children to return to Him. He has provided a way. We have a Loving Elder Brother who paved that way for us, by sacrificing Himself as the ultimate gift. I am so grateful for Him, His example, and his Atonement. I know that we are given challenges, and temptations, to try us and help us be better people, but it is only by overcoming those things, and sincerely repenting that we can become who God has intended us to be, and return to Him and His loving arms. &lt;br /&gt;I know God wont give us more temptation than we can handle, but with that temptation make a way for us to escape. (1cor. 10:13) God loves us, ALL of us, He wouldn't suffer us to be born someway, or with a certain challenges, and not be able to overcome them. We can choose to act, or react. We choose our attitude, our beliefs, and what we each deem important, and moral. God has given us that gift of agency, to act and choose.&lt;br /&gt;I know God loves His children, and isn't exclusive in that love. At times in may be harder to feel His love, but honestly that is often only the fault of the individual, by distancing him/herself from God, and not the fault of the Father. God Loves and Forgives. I choose to be on His side. &lt;br /&gt;To end this overflowing and drawn-out thought on conference, ...let me just say I stand behind the words of All the Prophets and Apostles, including Elder Packer, But specifically at this time the words of Joshua when he said "choose you this day whom ye sill serve; ...but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." (Joshua 24:15) and "serve him with all your heart and with all your soul." (Joshua 22:5)&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to do something, do it good, and with meaning! Stand up for what you Believe and Are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-5891040431992466425?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5891040431992466425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=5891040431992466425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5891040431992466425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5891040431992466425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/general-conferenceand-apples.html' title='General Conference...and Apples!'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-980629062400335090</id><published>2010-09-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:17:03.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've been reading a lot... a whole lot...</title><content type='html'>I've been reading almost a book a day... yep...it's true, ask my roomies!...maybe it's a good thing that I've decided to try to get part time job on top of my Pastry job. Maybe occupy some more of my time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TJ1oiMhNfZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iGqxvOZn308/s1600/goose+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TJ1oiMhNfZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iGqxvOZn308/s320/goose+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520683654911458706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although reading has been pretty great. I've been reading everything from Shannon Hale's Goose Girl, and the rest of the Bayern books... to the Wheel of Time series...&lt;br /&gt;throw in a couple vampire books...my cookbooks and even some Nicholas Sparks... and well that's my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;I probably should figure out when institute is so I can be a little more involved with people instead of hiding out in my apartment with yet another book...or not... Maybe.... maybe not... I admit.. I'm not ready to give up my books. Maybe some other day... :D Until then...any suggestions on what I should read next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-980629062400335090?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/980629062400335090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=980629062400335090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/980629062400335090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/980629062400335090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-ive-been-reading-lot-whole-lot.html' title='So I&apos;ve been reading a lot... a whole lot...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TJ1oiMhNfZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iGqxvOZn308/s72-c/goose+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2149379281276438349</id><published>2010-07-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:41:34.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay's Wedding...and Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TE9EN0vLmFI/AAAAAAAAAls/29vxvEIx51A/s1600/cutting+the+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TE9EN0vLmFI/AAAAAAAAAls/29vxvEIx51A/s320/cutting+the+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498688674328189010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more photos, but I didn't use my camera, so I'm forced to wait till my sisters get around to giving me copies. &lt;br /&gt;I must say that this wedding was incredible. I absolutely enjoyed the sealing. The temple President, Pinegar was inspired, to say the least! I felt like I was enlightened by the spirit, completely and utterly happy, and just good. It was something that God definately is smiling down on. I'm so grateful to have Kyra as a Sister. I love her, and probably would take her side if Taylor ever did anything stupid...which is quite possible! ha ha! Just teasing Tay. I love you too! &lt;br /&gt;I had a blast making this cake, and am thrilled with how it turned out. &lt;br /&gt;We all had a lot of fun. WELCOME to the Family Kyra! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TE9ENphENFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6-kb-uEA8vg/s1600/kyras+wedding+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TE9ENphENFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6-kb-uEA8vg/s320/kyras+wedding+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498688671316194386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2149379281276438349?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2149379281276438349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2149379281276438349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2149379281276438349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2149379281276438349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/tays-weddingand-cake.html' title='Tay&apos;s Wedding...and Cake'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/TE9EN0vLmFI/AAAAAAAAAls/29vxvEIx51A/s72-c/cutting+the+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2059532906387237173</id><published>2010-07-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:58:30.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Week EVER!</title><content type='html'>This weekend my little brother gets married. I can't believe it...really. Is he even old enough? ha ah... well At least I get an awesome sister-in-law out of the deal-io. I really like her. (I don't know if she realizes yet what she's getting herself into!) Our family is pretty crazy! if you've met us...you know! Anyway. I'm very excited! I'm making the wedding cake. It's gonna be intense! You should come to the reception just to see it! The whole thing is going to be pretty neat. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! things are awesome!...oh..and I saw Despicable Me. OH MY GOODNESS!!! THE BESTEST MOVIE EVER!!! 5 stars plus! I'm gonna go see it again it was that good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2059532906387237173?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2059532906387237173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2059532906387237173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2059532906387237173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2059532906387237173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-week-ever.html' title='The Best Week EVER!'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-6990362863002770622</id><published>2010-07-08T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:02:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invictus by William Ernest Henley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invictus/"&gt;Invictus by William Ernest Henley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invictus  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll.&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Ernest Henley &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redboxed Invictus...I really should have seen it on the big screen. It's message is incredible. And I love this poem! I LOVE THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-6990362863002770622?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6990362863002770622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=6990362863002770622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/6990362863002770622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/6990362863002770622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/invictus-by-william-ernest-henley.html' title='Invictus by William Ernest Henley'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-3631052874762407862</id><published>2010-06-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:28:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Cbk980jV7Ao/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-3631052874762407862?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3631052874762407862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=3631052874762407862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/3631052874762407862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/3631052874762407862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/validation.html' title='Validation'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-8403027015601376937</id><published>2010-06-06T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:54:55.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin up and onward...</title><content type='html'>So, things have seemed to be pretty crazy lately. I may finally have gotten my head screwed back onto my head. After some drama at work, I think I've finally gotten to where I need to be. I am transferring to the new Kneaders in Draper. I feel really good about this. I'm happy that things seem to have sorted themselves out. Opening a Brand new store, with brand new equipment and starting everything out fresh, makes me so excited. I'll be making this store the best ever! Well, at least the pastries are going to rock! &lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited because I'm finally driving something that wont break down on me every month. I bought a new car. I'm driving a Honda CRV. It is probably the best thing I've done. It all just worked out. I put my old piece of junk car on ksl and withing five mins. of posting it I had at least ten calls. I sold it that night. :D AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;Because I have transferred stores, I've also come to the conclusion that I need to move. I think that God is really helping me go where I need to be, pushing me in all the right directions. I started talking to this really sweet girl in my ward today, and she is thinking of moving up to the same area as me... and just like me is terrified of moving with someone she doesn't know...and a new ward, and all of that which moving by oneself entails. We may end up being roommates if this all works out. We'll figure out stuff soon, and probably go ward hopping to see where exactly we should be. &lt;br /&gt;God really does love His children. If we have faith in Him, and Listen when He prompts you to do, or not do something, He'll protect and guide you. I haven't been very trusting lately, and it's gotten me in trouble...but once I was humbled, and actually let Him guide me, that is when things started working out. I'm so grateful for His love... and for the Love of my Savior. I have been extremely blessed...in all aspects of my life. The church is true, and Christ does live. I'm so grateful for that. SO GRATEFUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-8403027015601376937?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8403027015601376937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=8403027015601376937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8403027015601376937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8403027015601376937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/movin-up-and-onward.html' title='Movin up and onward...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-902800612584215269</id><published>2010-02-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:09:48.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt number....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S34Aj0o-E6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/u5wRayRtBQg/s1600-h/no+speed+limit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S34Aj0o-E6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/u5wRayRtBQg/s200/no+speed+limit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439786015336043426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh out loud! And I just thought you should know! I got pulled over and ticketed (again!) for speeding. Man, me in my little beat up car... speeding! Who would have thought Jasper was up to that kind of action?! Not me! I guess we should try to go a little slower. I guess going thirty five in a twenty five isn't very tolerable! And supposedly I was taking the shortcut... trying to avoid other police frequented areas. Here's an idea...Follow the speed limit! If only this were the sign on the street (any street) that I decide to drive on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some good news... I went to the chiropractor again today... I can walk! he he he! Lucky me! Sitting is another story, I definitely struggle with that one. Driving to work everyday is an adventure. I think tho, I'm a big fan of my chiropractor, anyone that makes me comfortable enough on my first visit, that I cry... has my vote! He's awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken up writing in my journal five things everyday that I'm grateful for in that day. It helps me stay optimistic. :D you should try it! It's fun sometimes when you can only think of three... and have to really stretch things to fill in the other two lines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-902800612584215269?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/902800612584215269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=902800612584215269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/902800612584215269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/902800612584215269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/attempt-number.html' title='Attempt number....'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S34Aj0o-E6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/u5wRayRtBQg/s72-c/no+speed+limit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-951257249402318584</id><published>2010-02-03T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:23:29.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Institute = Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S2pZuCOlfII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XxmEtwOZCZ4/s1600-h/bible_bom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S2pZuCOlfII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XxmEtwOZCZ4/s200/bible_bom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434254547782827138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another reason to be happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some small Revelations today while I was in my institute class. I worry more about the big things, big problems etc... the things I can't totally control, when really if all I worried about were the small things in my life, the big things would then all sort themselves out. The small things that I kinda just breeze over really contribute more then I have paid attention to. My happiness really depends more on me reading, (and truly sacrificing some of my time to really get something from it) and praying, (you know the heartfelt, on your knees kind, where you actually talk to God!) ...if I paid attention to these small and simple things... those stupid big problems I have, or think I have, would take care of themselves, maybe not disappear, *dang it! but they wouldn't seem quite as insurmountable. I would then maybe realize who I am, and that I am truly capable of overcoming quite a bit. (I'd better be careful, or a certain Being, a.k.a God, might decide I need to prove that!) &lt;br /&gt;In class we were having a discussion about the 88th section of the Doctrine and Covenants. Verse 58 kinda touched me, and reminded me of the infinite love my Heavenly Father has for me. It states that "...they all received the light of the countenance of their lord every man in his hour, and in his time, and in his season-" everyone received that which the lord intended... precisely when and how they needed it most. God has blessings in store for every one of His children... most of the time we just have to accept, and be worthy for them, to be poured out upon us in abundance. There are certain things that God will bless me with.... (and has) experiences etc... but they will come, and have come, when they will mean the most to me, when I need them, or when I will understand them better. Just like everyone else, I will receive what is in store for me, but not necessarily when others do. But we all will receive all that is promised, when we keep up with our part! I am Loved, God Loves Me, God loves all of His children. Aren't we soooo blessed! The church is true! I KNOW IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-951257249402318584?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/951257249402318584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=951257249402318584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/951257249402318584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/951257249402318584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/institute-happiness.html' title='Institute = Happiness'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S2pZuCOlfII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XxmEtwOZCZ4/s72-c/bible_bom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1719687899387758203</id><published>2010-01-03T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:23:38.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy... because I have faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S0FQ8mh4g4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/92JrCWJcC7U/s1600-h/res_mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S0FQ8mh4g4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/92JrCWJcC7U/s200/res_mary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422704428395824002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's are such a blessing. I get to sleep in, which is nice, but then mostly I get to go to church and be rejuvenated. Some sabbath days are nicer than others. Today was one of them. It must be something about it being a Fast Sunday. Bishop shared his testimony with us today and I was reminded about what it means to have faith. When a five year old can pray with such simple confident faith and be blessed so immediate when the need is so real.... it makes me think about and re-evaluate my faith, my faith in my prayers. I have faith in many things, but I have this folly...called pride. I don't rely on my Heavenly Father to help me. I keep thinking in my heart that A: I can do it on my own, or B: I don't deserve any help. Both thoughts are considerably false, and huge examples of my pride. I simply cannot do it on my own, and I do deserve help. I am a child of God. He loves me, and has promised He will always be there for me and lift me up when I fall. He looks after me and my well being. He knows me best, and will give me all I need to succeed and be happy. The only thing He asks of me, is my faith, trust, and willingness to do as He commands, and knows is best for me. I forget all these things too easily. My pride gets in the way much too often. &lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful after all is said and done that He does love me, and does forgive. As long as my heart is willing and I desire to be what He wants me to be, He will be there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S0FQDpDJd6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/8lEhI_as9yQ/s1600-h/logan_lds_mormon_temple74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S0FQDpDJd6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/8lEhI_as9yQ/s200/logan_lds_mormon_temple74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422703449819674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded today that I am happy. That yes I don't always smile, and I do get frustrated and upset, but I am happy. I know things. I know about God's plan for His children. I have access to all God would give me. I know things will always work out in my best interest. I am happy. I need to remember this, especially when things seem hard and I forget about keeping things in perspective. &lt;br /&gt;God love His children so much... He loves me. I'm so silly. I know all of these things, and I make mistakes. I forget about him... and doing those simple things that help me remember... remember that I am happy. tsk tsk Melisa... I should just post a simple reminder where I can see it... and then act upon it. You know what...all it needs to say is "REMEMBER" then maybe I'll get it!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget! We are loved, and never alone. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1719687899387758203?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1719687899387758203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1719687899387758203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1719687899387758203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1719687899387758203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-happy-because-i-have-faith.html' title='I am happy... because I have faith.'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/S0FQ8mh4g4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/92JrCWJcC7U/s72-c/res_mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-7907976840969124047</id><published>2009-12-11T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:14:11.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I dyed my hair! It's hot! I must admit it was an ordeal tho. I went to the beauty college.. MISTAKE! In the end... a very very very long end It still looks good, but I had a very sore rear! I had my appointment at 10 a.m. I finally was able to walk out at 4:30 p.m. Needless to say my day was shot! At least I had a good evening. I looked good, got to go to Zoey's work Christmas dinner/party... and then laughed with my roomates untill eleven. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-7907976840969124047?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7907976840969124047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=7907976840969124047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7907976840969124047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7907976840969124047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1373423406424237907</id><published>2009-12-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:55:48.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mission ruined me...</title><content type='html'>...that is it ruined my chances of staying in one place very long without feeling like it's time for me to initiate some kind of change!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I have lasted in this ward for almost a whole year. woo... If it hadn't been for me changing apartments every sememster since being here I think I may have gone insane. Now what do I do... I don't have any plans for any changes for the next semester.. at least not that consist of me moving. Hmmm. I better think of something... I can already feel that desire for change closing in on me. Suggestions are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;So..I just got back from a ward activity. The bishops ball. It was actually pretty fun. I really enjoyed myself, even if it confirmed my desire for some semblance of change. My good friend Jordan Mulford really made my night though. Thanks JORDAN! ...and yes, I will be missing him when he up and leaves us all to go to Jerusalem... (who can blame him...sounds fun!) &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for changes... and pray for some to come my way. Bro. Hamilton asked me tonight if anyone had talked to me yet about working in the temple... I told him that no-one had. Hopefully they do. I think that would be a good change for me... why not!? &lt;br /&gt;CHANGE!!! maybe it's time to dye my hair again! ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1373423406424237907?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1373423406424237907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1373423406424237907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1373423406424237907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1373423406424237907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/mission-ruined-me.html' title='the mission ruined me...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-5579145170336310466</id><published>2009-11-23T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:45:05.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learned...</title><content type='html'>Really I should have guessed... but I really wanted to do it. I just got done with one of the craziest weeks of my life! (that may be a slight exageration... but only just!) I had volunteered to make a wedding cake for some of my favorite people. Jessica Thayne and Kevin Hyer. I love them both. Anywho, I knew it would be difficult to produce a cake worthy of such a wonderful event, but I wanted to try. So the week came of thier wedding. I had everything all planned out in my head of how things were going to work out. I would buy all the ingredients and accessories on tuesday, make the fondant on wednesday, bake and assemble the cake thursday, and roll fondant and decorate on friday, and final touches on saturday. It was a really good plan.... if only things had worked accordingly. :( I didn't have my day off on my usual thursday because I needed to have monday off due to the fact that I had to go to court because of a ticket... and my car broke down. REALLY crazy week... Plans don't always go according to plan. I also had plans on doing most of the cake with my bishop's wife at her house... in a real kitchen. Last minute her and her husband got the chance to go to New York. I'm glad they got to go.. sad I wasn't able to borrow her, or her kitchen. I thus ended up doing all of my work in the kitchen in my apartment. Apartment kitchens never were meant to accomidate a cake decorator... that plus her roomates. Things didn't go as smoothly as planned. I had fun along the way.. even though I got a little stressed I believe I learned some very valuable lessons. It will probably be awhile before I attempt such an event again. Probably not until I have a kitchen with sufficient space... that may be awhile! I will also plan it out better, and more thuroughly! &lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that the newlywed couple liked thier cake. I know that they were probably a little more focused on other aspects of the wedding, but I think everything went very well. I am so appreciative they let me be a part of such a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-5579145170336310466?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5579145170336310466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=5579145170336310466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5579145170336310466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5579145170336310466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1013135283779979695</id><published>2009-10-24T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:09:39.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing of significance....</title><content type='html'>This blog entry may not be significant,but hey, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my job. I wake up every morning, and am actually excited to get to work, to see the people I work with, and to make tons (and I mean tons) of pastries! Who would have ever pictured me as a pastry chef! This is honestly the best job I have ever had. I'm especially grateful for the great people there who make it easy to be excited to go to work. My weeks fly by, I don't know where all the time goes. I love being busy... Life is just fantabulous! Tomorrow is stake conference. I am actually pretty excited for the things that will be taught. As I'm getting ready to be a temple worker (hopefully soon) things have been kinda crazy. I think Satan has been working against this the whole time... he's probably saying... "oh no you don't!" &lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!!! OH YES I WILL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I love the temple. Every time I go I am astounded by how much love and peace I'm able to feel. Things just fall into place. If I happen to miss a week, things just don't work out as well. There is a special power that goes with you when you serve others by temple attendance. Anyway... enough said... GO TO THE TEMPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1013135283779979695?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1013135283779979695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1013135283779979695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1013135283779979695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1013135283779979695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-of-significance.html' title='nothing of significance....'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-4970837785847836887</id><published>2009-10-18T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:57:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family and a birthday...</title><content type='html'>Happy 24 Autumn.... You old fart!&lt;br /&gt;bha ha! I have to admit to some jealousy at the fact that I was left behind on the trip to California especially to DISNEYLAND...bummer! I had to make my own kind of fun... Wait... what did I do... oh, I worked! ja ja.. good thing that I like my job! A TON! Yesterday I drove down to Mount Pleasant, did some good ol fashioned penny surfing on the way. It's a good drive...relaxing. As I got home, all excited to see everyone I was greeted faithfully by my cat. Nobody else was even around. So much for driving down a day early to hangout with everyone before my sisters postponed birthday dinner! Oh well. I think the alone time at home was good. &lt;br /&gt;I should say that I enjoyed going to church today... but that would be a lie! Seeing everyone was neat but I just realized how much I miss my ward. My family's ward just isn't the same nor as awesome. I just don't know how you could compete with the BYU 197th ward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-4970837785847836887?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4970837785847836887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=4970837785847836887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/4970837785847836887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/4970837785847836887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-and-birthday.html' title='family and a birthday...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2365184953776910663</id><published>2009-10-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:56:00.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo fun and....(insert something profound here)</title><content type='html'>I must admit to some slacking on my part... in many facets of my life. OOPS! I have gotten comfortable... and have been trying to avoid the next batch of life lessons God has prepared for me. (I don't think He's been to thrilled with that decision!) &lt;br /&gt;You know.. part of me still wants to put it off just a little bit longer! :/ &lt;br /&gt;Welp... I better get on that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo was fun! I organized a trip to the hogle zoo! So super small world... as I was about to leave.. I saw one of my cousins.. and looked up.. and there was my uncle John... it was crazy running into them. (p.s. I have the bestest family ever!) The baby animals were adorable. I saw a baby giraffe.... a baby elephant... and some baby tigers! Babies are wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have some wonderful friends, and we had a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2365184953776910663?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2365184953776910663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2365184953776910663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2365184953776910663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2365184953776910663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/zoo-fun-andinsert-something-profound.html' title='Zoo fun and....(insert something profound here)'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1031711094678315866</id><published>2009-09-27T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:25:06.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whoever does God's work gets God's Pay..."</title><content type='html'>"When filled with God's love, we can do and see and understand things that we could not otherwise do or see or understand. Filled with His love, we can endure pain, quell fear, forgive freely, avoid contention, renew strength, and bless and help others in ways surprising even to us." -John H. Groberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what... it's true! The closer I am to God, and the more I'm able to feel His love, the simpler things seem. They just sort themselves out... or I understand more fully the part I should play. I love my God. I am grateful to be His daughter, and know He has a plan for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the part of the plan I understand is that I am where I am suppose to be. I honestly believe that. I have met people that have touched my soul. I have grown... and am continuing to grow. The ward I'm in, the job I have... I'm where I am needed most. Now all I have to do is do WHAT God needs me to do! That's the hard part! ha ha... I do think that my prayers lately have been answered on that account too. I have a plan... and I feel good about that plan. I'm in the process of making a list to accomplish that plan.. but you know, I'm a list person... My best friend Amber asked me if I had made a list about a week ago.. I had to confess that I hadn't. How she knows me so well astounds me. I did need that... and other advise. I feel better having a plan and a list to accomplish those plans. I need to see my progression... I guess that's why I keep a journal too. I need to see the change in myself. I want to grow and change... that is the whole purpose of life isn't it.. to become a better person from day to day?! I know I have set backs... major setbacks sometimes... but in my heart I want to make myself something, and somehow I manage to remember that before things get to desperate. I can do it! Plans!&lt;br /&gt;I have direction.. and I'm contributing! that's all I ask... to make a difference! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person that has really influenced my life... who I will probably never be able to repay, (but to whom I will continually strive to repay) is my Aunt Gracie. I LOVE HER! I figure I owe her my soul! :D ha ha... I'm blessed. I definitely consider her my hero. I don't think she will ever know how much my life has changed and I have grown because of her influence in my life. I feel like my communication skill have benefited because of her... never letting me close off and bottle up my feelings. She loves me, and cares about who I am.. and who I am becoming. She's always been there... she's my example. I want to grow up to be like her. I don't think I could ever be quite as straight forward or outspoken about how I feel... but I would like to try. :D I have a wonderful family. I'm grateful that I was born into such a great legacy. I pray to be able to continue to live so that I may pass that legacy on... in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Legacy is passed from heart to heart."&lt;br /&gt;-Pres. Henry B. Eyring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1031711094678315866?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1031711094678315866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1031711094678315866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1031711094678315866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1031711094678315866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoever-does-gods-work-gets-gods-pay.html' title='&quot;Whoever does God&apos;s work gets God&apos;s Pay...&quot;'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2002680336266499855</id><published>2009-09-16T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:42:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to all of my friends....</title><content type='html'>The last couple weeks have been full of interesting lessons for me. I have had the impression that It's time for me to pay tribute to all of the people that have contributed to who I am, and who I am becoming. To my friends... I'd name all the names, but there are more than I realized once I really sat and thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with people easily. I use to think that this was one of my weaknesses, and maybe it was, but now I think I am becoming stronger and am a little more willing to love more freely and fully. It slowly is getting to the point where it doesn't hurt so much. If it does hurt it's the kind of hurt that comes with understanding and a knowledge of it's worth. And it is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed throughout my life to meet people that have uplifted and built me up and I have grown because of it. Thank you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of studying and reading about friendship and the importance we all play in each others lives. I want to share some of the thoughts that impacted me most.. and some of my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First some thoughts from Joseph Smith. He was probably one of the most charismatic people I know of. I think there were a lot of people who considered him a great friend. I believe that I would have been one of those people had I lived and met him during his life. Here is what he said about his friends, and friendship:&lt;br /&gt;Of his friends: "They shall not want for a friend while I live."&lt;br /&gt;- "I will Love those, and my hands shall toil for those who love and toil for me, and [I] shall ever be found faithful to my friends."&lt;br /&gt;- "These I have met in prosperity, and they were my friends; and I now meet them in adversity, and they are still my warmer friends."&lt;br /&gt;- "There are many souls whom I have loved stronger than death. To them I have proved faithful -to them I am determined to prove faithful, until God calls me to resign up my breath." &lt;br /&gt;- "I don't care what a man's character is; if he's my friend -a true friend, I will be a friend to him, and preach the gospel of salvation to him and give him good counsel, helping him out of his difficulties." &lt;br /&gt;- "That friendship, which intelligent beings would accept as sincere, must arise from love, and that love grows out of virtue, which is as much a part of religion as light is part of Jehovah. Hence the saying of Jesus, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' John 15:13 &lt;br /&gt;I pray to be a friend like this, and to continue to be blessed with such friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in my heart that I wish to say, but just can't find the words. I wish with all my heart to be and have the kind of friendships that last, endure, and truly are sincere and have meaning. I wish to be able to love others with all my heart and be there when they need someone. I know I have had so many friends who at certain points in my life have been that person for me. I believe that there are different levels of friendship... at least for me. My closest friends are family... if not literally I've adopted them into my family, and they know it. These are the friends who are most special to me, and will continue to be just as special for me for eternity. This circle of friends is smaller, and outside of family I only have a couple others in my life who fall into that category. They will always have a special place in my heart and will know of the love I have for them and the desire I have to do anything and all I can for them... because I do and will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have many other friends who have touched me on another level, who I am just as loyal to, and love just as dearly. These friends have shown up much more constantly and frequently from many different circumstances. Every point in my life where there has been a need I have been blessed, from childhood friends, to seminary and institute teachers, to bishops, teachers, leaders and then to roommates. I have forged a special bond with each individual. I have had part of my life change for the better for every person I have been able to befriend and know a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;Each type of friend has been an answer to a prayer or many prayers at one point or another. I thank you all for being who you are, and for touching the lives of those around you. I LOVE YOU! Thank you for touching my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2002680336266499855?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2002680336266499855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2002680336266499855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2002680336266499855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2002680336266499855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/tribute-to-all-of-my-friends.html' title='a tribute to all of my friends....'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-8903459997766701236</id><published>2009-09-12T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:16:10.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you love a person you see the face of God" -Les Mis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqvvvwDE2bI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tz28O3jWLE0/s1600-h/les+mis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqvvvwDE2bI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tz28O3jWLE0/s200/les+mis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380657783454882226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving to work early this morning rocking out to the soundtrack "Les Mis" and I was thinking to myself about how much I love this book and the Broadway production. It's incredible! I think the character I most relate with at this point in my life is Eponine. I won't expound on that too much... only to say, I feel like Eponine and wish I were Cosette. hmmm, oh well. Someday I will be.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I was listening and singing along with one of the songs when I just had to pause and think about what was being said... I really liked how when you love a person you see the face of God. I agree with that. I think that when a person loves someone they have the opportunity to grow and see others how God would see them. We can choose to see the face of God. I know that as I've loved people in my life I have grown, and I see in myself things I can do better. But I also see how much God loves me and those around me. It's an amazing opportunity. I hope I always choose to see the face of God, and not be afraid to love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought... I've got to stop being a hermit. I've gotten so busy with work and the one class I'm taking. ... Oh and institute! &lt;br /&gt;I guess more than anything though, is I just haven't had the desire to be very social. It was a lot easier when there was someone who encouraged me, consciously or unconsciously, to do things. Now I've got to go out and do it by myself. hmmm. I'm kinda scared about that. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I can do it... I just have to forget for a second that I'm scared. I do know that I need to be a good friend. I've been asking Heavenly Father what I should do to be a better person... and so far all I'm getting is that He wants me to be a good friend. I'm not sure what that means exactly... but I'm trying. I don't always feel like I succeed, but trying is what matters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Les Mis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-8903459997766701236?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8903459997766701236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=8903459997766701236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8903459997766701236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8903459997766701236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-love-somebody-you-see-face-of.html' title='&quot;When you love a person you see the face of God&quot; -Les Mis'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqvvvwDE2bI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tz28O3jWLE0/s72-c/les+mis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1112826023119404707</id><published>2009-09-03T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:18:35.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it POURS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGb9UCT_qI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zj3fVSLNXAM/s1600-h/phone+august+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGaLo7SJQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XPjv57xt8WU/s200/End+of+summer+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377748954812392706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYykHDvQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JCvPCimUjFU/s1600-h/End+of+summer+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYykHDvQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JCvPCimUjFU/s200/End+of+summer+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377747424511245570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYyLoeABI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ytBL-xUK6Zs/s1600-h/End+of+summer+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYyLoeABI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ytBL-xUK6Zs/s200/End+of+summer+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377747417940492306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYxsAu4hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VaST-JfcSjo/s1600-h/End+of+summer+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYxsAu4hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VaST-JfcSjo/s200/End+of+summer+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377747409452327442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYxAF7v0I/AAAAAAAAAho/Is3Xmg_2Kgs/s1600-h/End+of+summer+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYxAF7v0I/AAAAAAAAAho/Is3Xmg_2Kgs/s200/End+of+summer+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377747397662981954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYwejPLuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9UvcV7PxEV4/s1600-h/End+of+summer+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGYwejPLuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9UvcV7PxEV4/s200/End+of+summer+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377747388659085026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! Everything has been so crazy lately. I've had to go back through my journal to remember everything that has happened. &lt;br /&gt;JOLINES! Con tanto tiempo entre los anotaciones, he olividado mucho. Primeramente.. tengo un trabajo nuevo! esta bien. &lt;br /&gt;(I probably should switch back to english, sorry!) &lt;br /&gt;I finally found a job that wanted me! I am a pastry chef at Kneaders in Lehi. I get to make people fat! The joy and sole purpose of my life, I guess! :D ha ha ha! I love working there. I am learning a lot and am growing too. I love the people I work with. Especially TRISH and EMILY! I can't say how grateful I am that there are such people in the world. I'm getting faster at all of the many things I have to do, and am learning some spectacular recipes... too bad they are confidential... I even had to sign a little paper saying I wouldn't give them away! So no matter how much you ask I just can't and wont, but I might cook some stuff for you!&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that my first two weeks working were killer. I couldn't believe how intense it was to learn so much newness and try to be good at it all at the same time.. ha! And sooo much overtime, when I was only suppose to be part-time! It was a definate adventure for sure... flying brownie mix.... exploding mixers! You get the idea! BUT I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not only do I now have a job, but I had a crazy time figuring out whether or not to go back to school. Well, it's a good thing that God is so aware of me... I didn't really want to go back to school... but no matter how much I denied it.. I knew that I already had the answer He had given me several times. I was suppose to continue with my schooling. So, I am taking a class. One class.. ha ha! Math.. ick, my favorite subject of all time! So I talked to an academic counselor and figured everything out... I really think that as of now... I know what I'm going to do... and where I need to be. (I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to go to the Oquirrh temple dedication. I went early in the morning because I was babysitting for my aunt so she, her husband, and her older children could go in the afternoon. The session I went to both Elder Uctdorf and Bednar spoke, and President Monson gave the dedicatory prayer. I love how the spirit can teach you, and in an abundance when you are prepared for it. I definately had some answers when Spencer V. Jones spoke. It's wonderful to know that God knows and cares about all the decisions and things I am trying to figure out. &lt;br /&gt;All in all. I learned a lot this past month. I learned to breath fire, drive stick, how to say goodbye to good friends... again, (I'm not to good at that btw) I learned that when speaking in sacrament, and giving the sunday school lesson all in the same day... to prepare, prepare prepare!!!it is nice tho when it's the fifth sunday, so bishop takes second hour, giving me a break...that way the nauseousness can settle!... also, -to tie my shoes,(that's pretty important) -to make large batches of pumpkin bread, -to be a better friend, -how important it is to be a dependable friend, and how NOT-important other things are, and really how much God loves me. Life couldn't be better! (Okay, so some of these things I haven't quite learned TOTALLY, but give me some time eh! I'm still young!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one last thing I thought I would share that I learned today... I think it has really helped me lately, the whole concept... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill your Lives with Love and Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look about you... you are doing good, great good. Keep it up and rejoice in the Lord for the opportunity. Pray and walk uprightly before the Lord and He will bless you. ...Be Happy...&lt;br /&gt;All of us have problems. We face them every day. How grateful I am that we have difficult things to wrestle with. The keep us young, if that is possible. They keep us alive. They keep us going. They keep us humble. They pull us down to our knees to ask God of Heaven for help in solving them. Be grateful for your problems, and know that somehow there will come a solution. Just do the best you can, but be sure it is your very best. Then leave it in the hands of the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good! Might as well enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;~Misa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still need to play around with publishing fotos so they work how I'd like... but this works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1112826023119404707?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1112826023119404707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1112826023119404707' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1112826023119404707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1112826023119404707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it POURS!'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SqGb9UCT_qI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zj3fVSLNXAM/s72-c/phone+august+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-5478366322986242862</id><published>2009-07-30T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:29:48.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can DO ANYTHING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG6RAYf1cI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9nOIWhc1KNw/s1600-h/Waddell+homecoming+trip+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG6Qu5HNsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KcxmauMbKkU/s200/Waddell+homecoming+trip+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364273427803223746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4O4X9u7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/owfVrm1lgIc/s1600-h/Waddell+homecoming+trip+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4O4X9u7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/owfVrm1lgIc/s200/Waddell+homecoming+trip+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364271196965551026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4OeCKuPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ff18J1X-RcU/s1600-h/Waddell+homecoming+trip+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4OeCKuPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ff18J1X-RcU/s200/Waddell+homecoming+trip+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364271189894805746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4OIVhttI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0sNaX79r9Tk/s1600-h/Waddell+homecoming+trip+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4OIVhttI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0sNaX79r9Tk/s200/Waddell+homecoming+trip+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364271184070424274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4N89tH_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/gVxLxpMexoI/s1600-h/Waddell+homecoming+trip+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4N89tH_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/gVxLxpMexoI/s200/Waddell+homecoming+trip+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364271181017718770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4NsUuTfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/M_njBEscLYA/s1600-h/Waddell+homecoming+trip+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG4NsUuTfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/M_njBEscLYA/s200/Waddell+homecoming+trip+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364271176550862322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided that my new favorite temple is the San Diego temple. Now you have to know a lot goes into this decision. I have to be able to visit the temple... and see the celestial room! WOW! I really loved being able to go to California and see a ton of people I love, and to do a little temple work. It's incredible how wonderful you feel after you go to the temple. It's energizing. I'm grateful I have the opportunity and ability to go often. The temple is wonderful! *sigh&lt;br /&gt;Well while I was in California I fell in love with my friend Brittany's family. I've adopted them as my own. It's been awhile... since I've fallen in love with people like this... since my mission. Staying at Brittany's house, eating wonderful food, and visiting with her family was utterly amazing. There are some spectacular people in this world, and I've fallen in love with a lot of them... at least the one's I've met! :D he he! That was one great part of my trip... It did just keep getting better. &lt;br /&gt;The next best thing was my mission President's homecoming... really the whole reason for the trip! I can't believe how wonderful it was to see him again... and this time I could give him a hug. His hugs I rate to be the next best since hugging my dad. Him being tall helps! I honestly haven't felt so much care and love in a hug like that for a long time. I'm so grateful that I have been able to know him and his family. I adopt them for my own as well! I didn't want to come back home. &lt;br /&gt;I believe this trip really was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I feel like I was able to receive a lot of inspiration, and direction while away. Answers to prayers can come from so many different places and people. Talking to Pres. Waddell was exactly what I needed. I can do anything. I really just need to believe in myself! :D &lt;br /&gt;California was beautiful and Delightful... I hope I can get back there someday soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-5478366322986242862?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5478366322986242862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=5478366322986242862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5478366322986242862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5478366322986242862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-do-anything.html' title='I can DO ANYTHING....'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SnG6RAYf1cI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9nOIWhc1KNw/s72-c/Waddell+homecoming+trip+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-4661023806061856633</id><published>2009-07-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:32:45.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCEED WITH ACTION...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of the word "caution" the all to familiar word on the road sign will always make me think of ACTION.... Thanks to my wonderful roommate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do think that there are moments in our lives where action is more called for than caution. It is sometimes better to have a plan and act upon it. We can't go around our whole lives being utterly cautious. Faith requires action, Charity requires action, most good things in life come from some action we have performed. (Most, hmm maybe all!) I think that if we don't act upon those moments and do something good, we lose a great opportunity for growth and added power. I do think there are more things in my life that require some action.... but how to go about it?! I guess that's where a plan helps! (I'll get on that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I definitely had some moments of action! I decided to go hiking up Timp with some wonderful people from my ward. (Super amazing ward activity! thought I'm not sure we were very well informed!) I do think I was under-prepared for what I was about to partake in. This hike as it turns out isn't just a simple easy day hike... nope it's actually pretty intense. I am so proud of all who went on this hike, whether they made it all the way to the top or not. I definitely didn't make it to the top... bummer. (next time for sure!) I do have to say that with as little preparation I had I did a pretty swell job. I accomplished something, that made me feel incredible. :D what more can one hope for!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also finally took a little action, with the help of a friend, and made a better attempt at following up and looking for a job. I think it has paid off. I still have a lot to do, especially this week, but I know things will work out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week I was about to go to the temple and I couldn't find my temple recommend. Yep.. ouch. I looked everywhere I could think of... I even prayed that I'd be able to find it. Well.. it was a no show... I ended up getting in that evening with a member of the bishopric and then the stake president to get a new temple recommend. It was a wonderful experience. I love being able to say in front of a judge of Israel that I have a testimony, and that I know my savior lives. It's a super powerful moment! Strengthening....Well, wouldn't you know it, the next day when I went to get ready for the temple I found my old temple recommend stuffed in a pocket of my skirt... ya the one skirt I wear to the temple that has pockets... and I didn't even look there! Ha, wouldn't you know it! But looking back I think that it was important for me to have those interviews... I needed the experience to remind me how important having a temple recommend is, and also how blessed I am. There were reasons for it, not only for my benefit, but for the benefit of others. God knows what He is doing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been learning a lot lately about myself, about my relationship with God... and all in a variety of ways. It's incredible the many things and ways we can learn through the spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now going to make a plan for my next course of action. I have some decisions to make that could really be important... decisions I thought I had already made but all the same I have been getting small tugs telling me to think things out more carefully and prayerfully. So no more putting it off ...Time for ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some sweet fotos from the hike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAaa-okII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kUbPQqtrxW0/s1600-h/July+festivities+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360409910396358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAaa-okII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kUbPQqtrxW0/s200/July+festivities+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAZ-QgMPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UGUsXev0cCg/s1600-h/July+festivities+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360409902686679282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAZ-QgMPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UGUsXev0cCg/s200/July+festivities+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAZrEX0eI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EGnOp0OyaHQ/s1600-h/July+festivities+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360409897535525346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAZrEX0eI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EGnOp0OyaHQ/s200/July+festivities+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAZTRnARI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XqJqbeLbI6Y/s1600-h/July+festivities+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360409891148595474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAZTRnARI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XqJqbeLbI6Y/s200/July+festivities+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-4661023806061856633?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4661023806061856633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=4661023806061856633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/4661023806061856633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/4661023806061856633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/proceed-with-action.html' title='PROCEED WITH ACTION...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmQAaa-okII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kUbPQqtrxW0/s72-c/July+festivities+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-5214179031722180778</id><published>2009-07-16T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:54:04.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>philly cheese-steaks...</title><content type='html'>UM, how else can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DELICIOSO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Last night, pretty late, (more for me than the others who were with me) we decided that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Philly&lt;/span&gt; cheese steaks sounded really good. I offered to make them. ...And we did! I haven't made these sandwiches in forever. Man were they heavenly. The perfect late night meal/activity...&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we went and watched one of the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;star wars&lt;/span&gt;. Now this movie I really haven't seen in forever. I forgot pretty much everything about it. It was super cheesy... especially Luke's acting. My favorite character is probably either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chubaka&lt;/span&gt;...or C3P0. (The big hairy carpet, that doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shut up&lt;/span&gt;... and the dramatic robot.) I've been up way to late this past week. I need to be careful... But I just can't help myself! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;! I just really enjoy spending time with friends. I might as well live it up. :D  CLASSIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-5214179031722180778?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5214179031722180778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=5214179031722180778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5214179031722180778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5214179031722180778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/philly-cheese-steaks.html' title='philly cheese-steaks...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-3747241883438341909</id><published>2009-07-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:30:29.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357698953506784706" style="DISPLAY: block; 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The layout never looks the same... and things are always spaced sporadically... lame, yes... &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I had the best birthday ever. I honestly had a blast. I think it was because of so many wonderful people that shared memories with me. As you can see we went to Denny's. Thanks to Holly! I have some wonderful friends, for which I am truly grateful. Normally I hate Birthday's and try to avoid any attention at all, but this year I wanted it to be fun. I think we succeeded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;July has been fantastic so far... and I expect it will continue to be so. I have a lot to look forward to. Things this summer haven't gone as I have expected, but in the midst of it all, I have found some comfort in the arms of my Savior, and also in the unexpected friendships I have made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I taught Sunday School today. We talked a lot about how God is leading everyone of His children.. there is a plan for each of us, all we have to do is seek His will, and take His hand. God Loves us so much and provides. Sometimes it's hard to humble ourselves and accept His will, and that it's better than our own desired path, but as we do, we tend to be blessed beyond measure. God will always fulfill His promises. I know that. I have been extremely blessed. I am very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-3747241883438341909?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3747241883438341909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=3747241883438341909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/3747241883438341909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/3747241883438341909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-try-to-caption-all-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/Slpez9lBBcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/k85-PmkVdLI/s72-c/July+festivities+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-8402440881285209182</id><published>2009-07-06T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:24:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVES JULY!!!</title><content type='html'>I think July really is one of the best months.... we who have July birthdays really are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth for me was spectacular. I got to see a parade, swim in the pool, hangout with some wonderful people, and even go to a BBQ on a blind date. I was again was convinced that we do live in a small world. I knew some of the people there already... and some others knew my family.&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say though, what a blessing it is to have some little one's in my life... even if they aren't mine. Two of the little boy's at this BBQ really melted my heart. I loved every minute I had to get to know their mom... (I think she's spectacular btw) and to help them light sparklers and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday I got to go to a family baby blessing. My uncle John's family is just gorgeous. I can't believe how grown up and beautiful his two oldest daughters are. I remember when they were teeny tiny. The whole time I was admiring all of my extended family and feeling super blessed to be a small part of such a wonderful legacy. I LOVE my family... extended and all!!&lt;br /&gt;Something else that's great is that you can start to feel that same type of love with so many other wonderful people. I have become friends with so many fantastic and amazing people lately. It's the same kind of feeling I had when I fell in love with people on my mission.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a purpose again... I remembered and have felt that feeling confirm that I am where I am suppose to be. Things may happen and I may doubt myself for a second or two... but God is always looking out for me. THANK YOU MY ANGELS! (p.s. I believe I have several angels in my life... mortal and post-mortal...God knows my need for them.)&lt;br /&gt;So the fourth was wonderful. I am so grateful that I live in such a wonderful country. I pray that God can protect us... (as much as He will)&lt;br /&gt;So... another wonderful July thing... driving around in a hot car with no A.C. but jamming out to some fun and new music. Or better said... watching the driver jam out... cuz I didn't know any of the songs. :D MeHEE&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a definite failed attempt at long-boarding. Ya.. me on a long board. HA! I didn't realize it was so hard to balance on a piece of wood on wheels... but it is!&lt;br /&gt;My Bishops wife is the best.. Just thought I would throw that out there.. It's true. I really enjoy her company. I hope that we can get together, cook and share recipes. She amazes me. I don't know how she managed to whip up such a fantastic FHE.. refreshments and all when it was thrown on her thirty mins. before... SURPRISE!!! But she's just wonderful like that!&lt;br /&gt;More evidence that I'm in the right spot!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Job interview I feel went rather well. Tomorrow we shall see. No matter what happens I know that at least I'm where I'm suppose to be.. and God will always direct my path.&lt;br /&gt;Pues.... bona nit.&lt;br /&gt;~Misa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-8402440881285209182?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8402440881285209182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=8402440881285209182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8402440881285209182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8402440881285209182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-loves-july.html' title='I LOVES JULY!!!'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1769845778470167719</id><published>2009-07-04T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:50:29.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>It started raining not too long ago... I was camped outside in front of the Provo library. I think I made it out just before it started to dump. Thank goodness! I was going to tough it through the night and see the parade in the morning. I'm not to sure that I'll make it to the parade now! I think the rain is actually a blessing. I get to sleep in my bed, which I'm sure will contribute to a better nights sleep then out in the middle of the festivities on the grass and I still got to enjoy some wonderful times with some great people. :)&lt;br /&gt;I had a slushy from 7-eleven. hopefully I get more sleep tonight then when I last indulged in a fizzy beverage... (this was  a slushy one... even better!) We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abrazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Misa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1769845778470167719?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1769845778470167719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1769845778470167719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1769845778470167719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1769845778470167719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-7829293609568851052</id><published>2009-06-25T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:27:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons not to drink caffeinated beverages...</title><content type='html'>Number one... It is four A.M. and Melisa is still wide awake... Yep, she can't fall asleep. Ick! My body just doesn't appreciate caffeine. Nope, not at all... It's true! So there are my reasons... I think that is all. (you really only need one!)&lt;br /&gt;It does help me remember that one time.... with that one thing~&lt;br /&gt;...when I went to Chicago I was on a bus full of people. I couldn't sleep, so somebody gave me some herbal stuff that was suppose to help you fall asleep. I was an idiot and took it. OKAY!! (just fyi... my body doesn't like lots of stuff... cough medicine, benadryl... caffeine... lots of stuff.. I can just imagine what drugs or alcohol would do to me.... YIKES!) I get pretty wired...well needless to say I didn't get any sleep that night. It was as if the whole time that stuff was in my system my body was fighting it. I was wide awake...even though I was so dog-on tired.&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda how I feel right now. I am sooooo tired. Today, or yesterday I should say, was soooo amazing. I can't believe I am not asleep. I had a killer workout where I literally was pushed to the point that I was going to puke... (which was awesome by the way!) and then I come home and played rugby in the pool for a couple hours... ya.. I'm nuts, I should be sound asleep... but no. I took a little excedrin for a headache, and had a mountain dew... went to see transformers.... and here I am wide awake... typing away... This stuff has a little bit more time left before it clears my system... AHHHH!!  IT's almost four thirty... I'll sleep all day tomorrow... I can't do that. I have to much stuff to do. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;oooooh! I know what I should do! a ha!! I should read my scriptures.. maybe some Isaiah! That's bad to say huh.. but it works. I clear my mind, I get the spirit, and then I just feel calm and good.... then bam! I'm asleep! Good Plan Misa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazos- bona nit! ~Misa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-7829293609568851052?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7829293609568851052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=7829293609568851052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7829293609568851052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7829293609568851052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/reasons-not-to-drink-caffeinated.html' title='Reasons not to drink caffeinated beverages...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2416658173688686659</id><published>2009-06-23T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:58:33.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is starting to get old...</title><content type='html'>Looking for a job that is... I guess I have a lot more to do. (obviously, since I have yet to get one!)&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed the many creative ways people try to be nice about saying they aren't hiring. HA... it makes me smile. At least there are some nice people out there, and eventually I will come across sombody who says..."you know, we actually are hiring, can I set up an interview for you? You would be perfect for this job." will that ever happen? in my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded yesterday just how small this world is.. especially when you are a member of the church I'm a member of! I was going to the post office yesterday, with an awesome friend of mine who was giving me a ride. I ran into two of the girls I served in spain with. Yep.. they were just moving into my complex.. and in my ward!!! JOLIN!! And today we went to the temple together. It was really nice. It's going to be great having them here.&lt;br /&gt;Another bit of randomness.... one of the sisters from my mission is dating one of the elders from my brother's mission... ya.. small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...Daddy's day. It's a good day. I really appreciate how my mom gets herself a father's day present. It makes me happy inside. She deserves it! So I went to my aunt Gracie's house for dinner on Father's day. It was fun being there. I have been really blessed to have her as my aunt. I Love her.. and her kids. My uncle is okay too.... just kidding. He's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed even when things are hard. But really, it's those hard times that help us learn... I just hope that I can figure out what I'm suppose to get from this... I suspect a couple of lessons, but I'm sure that ther rest of the lessons I won't realize until after the fact. It will be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao,&lt;br /&gt;~Misa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2416658173688686659?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2416658173688686659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2416658173688686659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2416658173688686659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2416658173688686659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-starting-to-get-old.html' title='This is starting to get old...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1852844730769286127</id><published>2009-06-19T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:35:01.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you have to admit....</title><content type='html'>LIFE JUST SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. Ya... it does. I'm sure you understand... and you know what?! It's okay for it to suck sometimes.... ick! (but I sure do wish It would hurry up and get over with.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1852844730769286127?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1852844730769286127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1852844730769286127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1852844730769286127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1852844730769286127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-you-have-to-admit.html' title='Sometimes you have to admit....'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-4161774183271956435</id><published>2009-06-18T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:28:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep who needs it...</title><content type='html'>Well me for one... and yet I here I sit typing away and it is way past my bed time... Seeing that I no longer work ridiculously early my body has decided it like being up late and sleeping in even later... (this is not good mind you!) I better change this before I become sick.&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the news for today. (I quite like this quirky way of writing) I went to Spanish fork today with a good friend of mine. I saw Gladiator... now no judging. I know it is rated R... and if my Grandma ever found out she would probably faint. But I rather liked the movie. Absolutely Gory yes... but then again so was saving private Ryan, and The Patriot. (I really like the last one btw) there are some great movies out there... what am I to do. I'm part of the whole natural man... so I give a little. I have a weakness for good media. (by good I mean well done)&lt;br /&gt;Well after the movie and some chocolate cake... I went to the mall with another good friend. We were picking up job applications. We promptly found out that no-one is hiring.. Surprise surprise.... the attempt was worth it none-the-less. I got to hang out, and look at jewelry at the jewelry counter in Macy's where my friend Jonathon works. He's great and single btw... but he showed us all the good stuff. It's a good thing I'm so poor.. He could almost sale me something. There was some great stuff on sale for more than half off!!  something to check out...&lt;br /&gt;I made peach cobbler today... I just didn't get enough from yesterday I guess... But I do have to say that the APRICOT cobbler I had yesterday... soooooo SOOO much better. yep... by a lot. In cobbler apricots just have something peaches don't... a little bit of tang... (IT HELPS!)&lt;br /&gt;If you want the recipe.... all you need to do is ask. I'll be sure to tell! (it's pretty easy, and super fast) ;)&lt;br /&gt;So, institute today was wonderful. I went with my roommate and her boyfriend.. and got to sit next to some other great friends I have. One of them did have some pretty awesome pants.. even if they may have been slightly ostentatious... Yep.. just wanted to use that word... It's pretty cool! that reminds me... I've got to try to use this other word in my daily conversation... just to prove I can... (because apparently it isn't very common... well I will make it so!) the word is IRE shouldn't be so hard... right?! :P we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;institute was inspirational.. My favorite quote from the evening... "those who don't hear the music think the dancers are crazy"&lt;br /&gt;SO LEARN TO HEAR THE MUSIC... Open up your perspective.. don't think so narrowly...&lt;br /&gt;Really when we keep things in perspective, and have a clear understanding of our priorities... life is just that much easier. (better work on that huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;Well.. got to be off to bed... it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo  ~Melisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-4161774183271956435?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4161774183271956435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=4161774183271956435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/4161774183271956435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/4161774183271956435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-who-needs-it.html' title='sleep who needs it...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-7202394553752944799</id><published>2009-06-16T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:00:51.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick and Ickiness...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the wedding cake part isn't as icky as the rest of it.... really if it were me, even the love part wouldn't be so icky. But as I like to say, "I'm single so I can say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt; if I want". so here I say it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt; ICKY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better not be to harsh. My cousin Amy and my brother's best friend Brian... they are totally cool, and really fit together well. It's not icky that they are together but more that weddings in general are pretty icky affairs. Everyone should just elope... wouldn't that make things simpler and less icky? I think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did partake a little bit in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ickiness&lt;/span&gt;. I admit some contribution... yes, *sigh... I made the wedding cake. Shameful I know... but it actually turned out pretty okay. Not fantastic, but okay. And if I keep practicing and brushing up on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ickiness&lt;/span&gt;... I may get pretty darn good! Could I just do this for a living... forget my former crummy job... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ickiness&lt;/span&gt; here I come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be a fun form of employment. I would have to stop giving such great deals though... DONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Employment... another Icky topic that causes me to sigh... *sigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never had a reason to hate what I do... or what I love. But this job, (that I don't have anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) ... well we can just say that it caused me much sorrow and grief, and yes even toward something I love so much...food.. ya, sad I know... *tear. I don't recall ever feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;malice&lt;/span&gt; towards another human being before... I guess now I have. Sad day. *another sigh. Time for me to learn to forgive. At least that's what I'm assuming I need to do. Last Sunday, it did seem pretty obvious. A whole meeting dedicated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;.... yep, I've got to do it. Even though when I was listening I thought to myself... "Self, you don't really want to do this do you? Are they really speaking to me, nah they aren't...you can just ignore this, it will go away...But nope, I can't... it's pretty clear... the lesson was for me.. and I need to be a forgiving person...so here we go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the JOB HUNT is on. I think that I've felt I've needed to do something different for some time now.... it's probably one of God's way's of getting me to look where He'd have me look. I need something different... Hopefully where I can do something meaningful... Even if it is making other peoples wedding cakes. Who knows... catering could be fun. Or something totally different... ya!!! I could try something new... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; NAH! I've got skill, I better stick with what I know! Food... teaching about food could be fun... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; that's an Idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we shall see... (hopefully sooner than later!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... I'll put some pics up so you can see how wonderful my cousin's cake turned out to be!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348201986981158002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SjihXwUM3HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gCnQOVtFeNM/s320/phone+june+pics+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348201994584950066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SjihYMpFhTI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cOeoIJ-heSE/s320/phone+june+pics+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch out for little girls who like to taste the frosting before the bride and groom cut into the cake's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;beautifulness&lt;/span&gt;! It shall be called "The famous finger swipe" or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;infamous&lt;/span&gt;... ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-7202394553752944799?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7202394553752944799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=7202394553752944799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7202394553752944799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7202394553752944799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/ick-and-ickiness.html' title='Ick and Ickiness...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SjihXwUM3HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gCnQOVtFeNM/s72-c/phone+june+pics+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-6071164523631861328</id><published>2009-04-15T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:02:18.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures...'/><title type='text'>Happenings from the last couple months....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have pictu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZiwmWLHMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U-Rx_cS4OGE/s1600-h/misa+09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325052196478983362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZiwmWLHMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U-Rx_cS4OGE/s320/misa+09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;res!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my fabulous brothers... the day Michael was endowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One home from the mission, the other about ready to head out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky~ Aren't they some goofy guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZm1eqwqxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/eYafyttEFc0/s1600-h/misa+09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325056678363704082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZm1eqwqxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/eYafyttEFc0/s320/misa+09+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;And us three...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZj9eUHszI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hVVeHbRcsfI/s1600-h/misa+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325053517172814642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZj9eUHszI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hVVeHbRcsfI/s320/misa+09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Since being home I have made some pretty good food... from all over. The mission really gave me some great opportunities to get authentic recipes, and learn how to make some great stuff! So here is a picture of our attempt at Papusas.... YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so you can see I've had some pretty fun, and memorable moments. This year, since I came home from my mission has been eventful. (yes, it's been a year, crazy!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am absolutely happy! Things just keep getting better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~MISA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-6071164523631861328?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6071164523631861328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=6071164523631861328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/6071164523631861328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/6071164523631861328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/happenings-from-last-couple-months.html' title='Happenings from the last couple months....'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SeZiwmWLHMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U-Rx_cS4OGE/s72-c/misa+09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-853642244951095929</id><published>2009-03-06T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:28:20.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for pictures before I posted again. ummm. (shhh that just didn't happen!)&lt;br /&gt;Well there have been many exciting things happen in the last couple months. First my dear little brother (I can call him that because I'm the oldest!) HE'S HOME! He served a wonderful two years in L.A. All I can say is wow! When I say wow I mean WOW! He has grown up so much and he looks absolutely wonderful. I was so greatful to be able to pick him up from the airport and be there when he was released. I can't believe time has passed by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the next peice of news. I have officially been home from my mission over a year. YA! I KNOW! I don't believe it either. I wished to have accomplished so much more. But you know, I think at this point I'm just happy to be surviving!&lt;br /&gt;So news item number three. My other brother, (cause I only have the two!) well he now has his mission call. He is going to go serve the Lord in Jackson Mississippi. It will be weird to have him gone, but I know that's where he's suppose to be. He will change lives.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of most of my news. The rest of it isn't really that exciting. I am greatful that I am where I am in life. I have learned so much and grown so much. Yes, it is hard.... sometimes veeerrrry hard, but hey I've got the gospel and a testimony! The rest will fall in place... sometime... somewhere... but it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-853642244951095929?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/853642244951095929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=853642244951095929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/853642244951095929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/853642244951095929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-3370385394785291722</id><published>2009-01-14T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:29:55.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps getting better...</title><content type='html'>So, wouldn't you know it, I just didn't go to sleep when I wanted last night. As a result the ten hour shift I had was pretty interesting. I made it though. Because of my aunt I had this extra determination to go to the gym after work. I'm crazy! No regrets though. I feel really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have left to do today is my homework. I just love my schedule this semester. I feel so much more organized and calm about the whole thing. I can plan, and have a life. What a wonderful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought---&gt; insert here, I should start taking random pictures to document my time. (I'll get on that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about life is that when you follow the things you know to be right and truly apply those things to your life, things seem so much happier. I will admit being home from my mission has been hard, but I believe that things are getting better. I feel optimistic. I'm so grateful for the gospel in my life. Without it things just wouldn't be as wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-3370385394785291722?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3370385394785291722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=3370385394785291722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/3370385394785291722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/3370385394785291722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-keeps-getting-better.html' title='It keeps getting better...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-6791786297577687336</id><published>2009-01-08T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:18:10.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning I woke up nice and early, to the sould of my dear cousin's alarm clock...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; beeeeeep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beeeeeeeeeeep!&lt;/span&gt; (it's one of those one's that gradually gets louder and more annoying, and still she wouldn't wake up!)Needless to say I told my cousin who was sleeping through it to turn it off. She was suppose to get up but apparently my telling her to just turn the blasted thing off didn't do the trick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fell back asleep as I often do. I guess she did too!! The next thing I remember is my Aunt Grace coming and asking KayAnn why she wasn't awake yet. Oops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was such a good cousin and got up, ready and was off to school, all before I even sat up. When I did finally decide to get up, I only had a little while left before I had to rush off to my first day of class. At least I got a shower, even if I had wet hair for the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I parked my car in the institute parking I started to wonder where in the heck the science building was. Just my luck that I started the day with Biology. As I started walking to campus I had a very entertaining trip. Yes, that's right I walked right onto a patch of black ice and I slipped and fell right on my bum! Ouch! I think I now have a nice bruise. What a morning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I FINALLY made it to my class after I walked to the complete other end of the campus first. (I guess I just wanted to see the whole campus on my way to the science building. Just FYI the technology building isn't the same as the science building!  :)  hehe he! I only have how many semesters left of school?! I don't really know... but I'll make it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My classes are going to be great. I only am dropping my world lit class... and mostly I'm doing that because I don't really want to read the Odessey and the Illead. Who can blame me. The mythology is fun, but trying to understand that poetry is kinda hard! I thought the class would be something else... Oh well! I'll find another class to fill that crazy Global whatsit credit I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally my day is over. Filled with the adventure of my first day back. Breaks are good, but starting things over again is a nice feeling. I feel hopeful about this new semester and the many new adventures I'll be having, especially considering the new apartment and ward I'm a part of!  It will be something else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-6791786297577687336?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6791786297577687336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=6791786297577687336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/6791786297577687336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/6791786297577687336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-adventure.html' title='A new adventure'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-8847655764478977140</id><published>2008-12-20T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:24:18.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and the End of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;YES! I made it through the semester. Barely, but I'm there! This has been a definate learning experience, jumping straight into a full time job while I attend school full time, WOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do have to say that I am grateful for the mistakes I have made. That may sound odd, but I would not have learned all that I have this semester without them. It was painful, there is no doubt about that, but i'm better for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next semester I have the goal of not procrastinating, and attending all of my classes. I believe I have organized things a little better to actually succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is to the New Year! And Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-8847655764478977140?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8847655764478977140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=8847655764478977140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8847655764478977140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/8847655764478977140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-end-of-school.html' title='Snow and the End of School'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-539042825723177287</id><published>2008-09-27T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:10:18.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With the start of school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You sure lose track of time when you are busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now living in Provo, no longer with my Aunt Grace and her family. DARN! My job at the school catering didn't work out. I wasn't ever scheduled regular hours... which is essential if you want to have a life, and actually get homework done! So I applied at Provo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macey's&lt;/span&gt; (the grocery store.) I'm working in the deli. I'm working full time, as well as attending school full time. I may go insane! If and when I schedule my time right I have time for homework! I am also volunteering this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; at the Boys Girls club. I need to volunteer 20 hours for my writing class. (ya, weird I know!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been called to be on the linger longer committee. That will be interesting. Fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; will never be the same! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else can I bore you with? Well, I love my institute classes, without which I would already be insane. I have missed feeling the spirit as readily and powerful as I do in my institute classes. It helps me get through these stressful and very busy times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I threw a party the other day. Una fiesta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;espanoles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JOLIN&lt;/span&gt;! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; food, and all my mission buddies came... even some I didn't really know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. I probably wont do it again anytime soon, but hey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250795594607478738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SN6SxfzDx9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/TqmGx9tmjno/s200/fiesta+de+comidas+espanoles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just keeps on rolling! I'm even trying to sell my housing contract so I can move. I'm hoping to move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;raintree&lt;/span&gt; in the winter. So I can be in Bro. Weber's ward. (My institute teacher, He's amazing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-539042825723177287?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/539042825723177287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=539042825723177287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/539042825723177287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/539042825723177287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-start-of-school.html' title='With the start of school...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SN6SxfzDx9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/TqmGx9tmjno/s72-c/fiesta+de+comidas+espanoles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-9176411518928117976</id><published>2008-08-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:56:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just feels good...</title><content type='html'>YES it has been awhile. That happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly! Wow you have to see this cake I made! My first official cake... (you know, one that was for an actual wedding~) My companion asked If I would do her cake when we were serving together. I must have told her I'd love to do it, and she remembered! It was a blast. I forgot how much fun it could be to decorate and plan a cake. It's something pretty simple. But it fits her just right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SLHzxW2jBII/AAAAAAAAAYw/l2ZSKevvvk4/s1600-h/wedding+cake+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238235870882104450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SLHzxW2jBII/AAAAAAAAAYw/l2ZSKevvvk4/s200/wedding+cake+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! I am an official resident of utah county. Thursday I move into my new apartment, and I pray the ward will be great. Monday I recieve my uniform for my new job. I'm going to be doing catering with food services on UVU campus. It's the perfect job for me right now. I can't believe how perfect everything has worked out! When it's right it's right, and God doesn't waste any time letting you know!! So now with school starting, my new job, and a social life, I'm pretty set!! I am so happy and content with things right now. I feel as if I'm on the right path, and headed in the right direction. What a good way to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1765089107324650127-9176411518928117976?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9176411518928117976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=9176411518928117976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/9176411518928117976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/9176411518928117976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-just-feels-good.html' title='It just feels good...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SLHzxW2jBII/AAAAAAAAAYw/l2ZSKevvvk4/s72-c/wedding+cake+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-5118483174031642330</id><published>2008-07-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:03:24.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks notice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;...I love that movie! Sandra Bullock is just one of my favorites. Other than that I have given my two weeks notice. Is it just me or does it seem that once you do that they automatically take away from your hours! THAT BITES. It makes me just want to not show next time instead of giving them any notice at all. Well. Me being a nice person (as we all know!!!) I probably wont ever do something like that. I am relieved to see an end to this job. Making pizza really just isn't my thing. The only exciting thing I did was improve their Alfredo sauce. (They were buying frozen sauce, ICK!) I made it from scratch....soooo much yummier! At least I'll leave things better than when I found them.&lt;br /&gt;After my last day at work...then I'm on to wedding cake making!! My first official wedding cake. I'm pretty excited. Then after all the wedding fun, (I have a wedding reception to go to pretty much every weekend in August) I'll be heading up to stay with my aunt in Orem...while I look for a much needed job, and an apartment. I did apply at this fancy restaurant Chef's Table, and hope to get that one... but even so, No more Pizza for Me!! I'm going to try to step it up. My sister informed me that for no reason whatsoever should I get a job with a place that has a drive-thru window. I agree... A place with waiters and waitresses for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-5118483174031642330?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5118483174031642330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=5118483174031642330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5118483174031642330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/5118483174031642330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-weeks-notice.html' title='Two weeks notice...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1971751597512733258</id><published>2008-07-09T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:04:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!....to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, it's my birthday. I am getting older. 24 to be exact. It's so exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I traveled to Orem Utah to have a birthday lunch with my favorite aunt... WHOM of which I share this special day! We enjoyed a good meal at the Olive Garden as well as good conversation. My mom and she talked. I enjoyed listening as they talked about babies, and other mom stuff. I'm sure one day I'll be able to join in on those kind of topics. I have noticed a lot of conversation around me seems to go off in that direction. Are they subliminal messages? :) I enjoyed myself non-the-less. I am now at home, and making my own cake. Sometimes you just have to do it yourself! It's going to be amazing. A chocolate ganache covered cake, filled with strawberry goodness! I'm so excited just thinking about it. The best thing about birthday's in my family is that we get our birthday dinner and cake... our choice! I'm having old fashioned Chicken and mashed potatoes. (nope no pizza!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Friday I'm going to a birthday party of Beatriz Ponce (companion from Spain) She and I also share this Birthday! I'm excited for the opportunity to have a mini mission reunion, as many I know from the mission will be there! PARTY! GOOD Day and Good Plans... :) I'm content!&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/1765089107324650127-1971751597512733258?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1971751597512733258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1971751597512733258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1971751597512733258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1971751597512733258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthdayto-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!....to me!'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-1720809749107604276</id><published>2008-07-04T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:45:20.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some favorite mission pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gtH7C3iI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WQi8QD4fyVY/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219637558971129378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gtH7C3iI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WQi8QD4fyVY/s200/Misa+Mission+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is Elder Killian doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are Elders Baltazar and Boren getting on his nerves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gtjFntmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3Xa76SxvSpw/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219637566263244386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gtjFntmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3Xa76SxvSpw/s200/Misa+Mission+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Familia Santidrian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_guGewg9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/x8RvsZoHh9g/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219637575763919826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_guGewg9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/x8RvsZoHh9g/s200/Misa+Mission+151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't she look like the Grandmother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in "Hoodwinked"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_guVXOcnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MQm1TJL9RAs/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219637579758858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_guVXOcnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MQm1TJL9RAs/s200/Misa+Mission+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is how to do a choke hold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Amanda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gupGsqtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M9v1osUhAe4/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219637585058245330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gupGsqtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M9v1osUhAe4/s200/Misa+Mission+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me trying to ride a dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dl3UW_OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_XjdjVWfob4/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219634135719935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dl3UW_OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_XjdjVWfob4/s200/Misa+Mission+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite senior couples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Browns and Muirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dmBpzdzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VyftsdSmz4Q/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219634138494236466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dmBpzdzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VyftsdSmz4Q/s200/Misa+Mission+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; President Waddell and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some of the tallest people in the mission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dmU1D6ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ql49RHPez4Y/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219634143641725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dmU1D6ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ql49RHPez4Y/s200/Misa+Mission+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elders Hallock, Boren, Baltazar, Killian and Hermana Cantillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dm1zDLdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T7IBeZN_aYs/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219634152491658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dm1zDLdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T7IBeZN_aYs/s200/Misa+Mission+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rosa and I (Zaragoza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dnDd1jKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fu9rgOtt5q8/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219634156160781474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_dnDd1jKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fu9rgOtt5q8/s200/Misa+Mission+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my favorite Germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elders Schaal and Zickler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_bElba05I/AAAAAAAAAVo/eTW2DLjWG4c/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219631364958770066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_bElba05I/AAAAAAAAAVo/eTW2DLjWG4c/s200/Misa+Mission+823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my First lice experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great companion to pick out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219630955476776050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_asv_TdHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HqSac3Sv0vw/s200/Misa+Mission+824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LICE.. can you see the tiny buggers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aLeFuZyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y6HUCQ06nDU/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219630383736186658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aLeFuZyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y6HUCQ06nDU/s200/Misa+Mission+771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some investigators!!! I liked the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tall one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aLrBET8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/oqvShzdHwvE/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219630387206311874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aLrBET8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/oqvShzdHwvE/s200/Misa+Mission+777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tania, Hna Gurney, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aLzAbg5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cwz44HkUTto/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219630389351121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aLzAbg5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cwz44HkUTto/s200/Misa+Mission+811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Missionaries going to a futbol game &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aMSVKqUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZwPrzhoKEC4/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219630397759596866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_aMSVKqUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZwPrzhoKEC4/s200/Misa+Mission+816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hermana Valene Gurney and I at a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barcelona-Zaragoza Futbol game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barc won!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_YrUghfTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bxVUZLunZUA/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628731896790322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_YrUghfTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bxVUZLunZUA/s200/Misa+Mission+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hna. Emily Holverson and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Yr1IpFnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rK7aNinWR1w/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628740654995058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Yr1IpFnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rK7aNinWR1w/s200/Misa+Mission+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my other long lost family.. from chile&lt;br /&gt;(Denise, Jeanette, Stephani, Carlos) Perez-Clavijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_YsZgUMoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RsuBJltRnnk/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628750417965698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_YsZgUMoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RsuBJltRnnk/s200/Misa+Mission+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Sheila, baby, and Jordi. (She's Pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Ys1KuCsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dqD1wlXpiVY/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628757843577538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Ys1KuCsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dqD1wlXpiVY/s200/Misa+Mission+287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting... Me, ,Hermana Emily Holverson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_YtPCaMrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Fgt4srcJVuI/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628764788044466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_YtPCaMrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Fgt4srcJVuI/s200/Misa+Mission+289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting with an investigator SHEILA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WrRgHd7I/AAAAAAAAATo/K-e4jwYoIBo/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219626532066523058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WrRgHd7I/AAAAAAAAATo/K-e4jwYoIBo/s200/Misa+Mission+794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rocio and I... yes that is a toothpick... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WrrxgcdI/AAAAAAAAATw/eWqWAvlchhQ/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219626539118784978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WrrxgcdI/AAAAAAAAATw/eWqWAvlchhQ/s200/Misa+Mission+799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the Hospitalet Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rocio, Julieth, Melisa, Leslie, Marioly, Lloida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Wr6HMhWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7CYJco64wos/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219626542967850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Wr6HMhWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7CYJco64wos/s200/Misa+Mission+839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the kids... DOGPILE on Hermana Todd &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WsL7aMwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QdFEGcSe_Ow/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219626547750253314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WsL7aMwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QdFEGcSe_Ow/s200/Misa+Mission+840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me Julieth and Rocio... I guess they just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to sit on me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WsYlryyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hulm5P-hpoE/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219626551148792610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_WsYlryyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hulm5P-hpoE/s200/Misa+Mission+844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julieth's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UuDNjImI/AAAAAAAAATA/db2vKf1pka4/s1600-h/misa+mission+659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219624380746900066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UuDNjImI/AAAAAAAAATA/db2vKf1pka4/s200/misa+mission+659.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My compy, Hermana Diana Aranguran&lt;br /&gt;both with candles taped to our foreheads! Don't ask! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UuOmrNhI/AAAAAAAAATI/tBMVmEbM74k/s1600-h/misa+mission+666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219624383805077010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UuOmrNhI/AAAAAAAAATI/tBMVmEbM74k/s200/misa+mission+666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LAURA... a cutiepie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Uuia7qwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N_PPwH0ZxI4/s1600-h/misa+mission+715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219624389124532994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_Uuia7qwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N_PPwH0ZxI4/s200/misa+mission+715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mariana aka mani...do you like my earrings? They're hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UuxnSHqI/AAAAAAAAATY/YVwwAJGDFBU/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219624393202867874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UuxnSHqI/AAAAAAAAATY/YVwwAJGDFBU/s200/Misa+Mission+747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me sliding down the indoor slide.. just kidding&lt;br /&gt;it's a ramp for the shopping carts that everyone has. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UvCtIhOI/AAAAAAAAATg/8u4ldBg9P7E/s1600-h/Misa+Mission+783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219624397790807266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_UvCtIhOI/AAAAAAAAATg/8u4ldBg9P7E/s200/Misa+Mission+783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday cake I made for Julieth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S3X9S5hI/AAAAAAAAASg/mG6Np6CKix0/s1600-h/misa+mission+517.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S3uW-NBI/AAAAAAAAASo/J6sKnjOUV_M/s1600-h/misa+mission+575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622347924714514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S3uW-NBI/AAAAAAAAASo/J6sKnjOUV_M/s200/misa+mission+575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S4Hg74YI/AAAAAAAAASw/j5t9jKvg_5g/s1600-h/misa+mission+590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622354677391746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S4Hg74YI/AAAAAAAAASw/j5t9jKvg_5g/s200/misa+mission+590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bowling as a zone...nobody wanted to&lt;br /&gt;be with the hermanas...porque?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S4dkDUBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JJ7CIltf3pM/s1600-h/misa+mission+625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219622360596041746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_S4dkDUBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JJ7CIltf3pM/s200/misa+mission+625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday cake with my other family! -Pena family &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PXoseDNI/AAAAAAAAARw/61fBLKJX6Xk/s1600-h/misa+mission+498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618498113572050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PXoseDNI/AAAAAAAAARw/61fBLKJX6Xk/s200/misa+mission+498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BIG bug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PX0xdKfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xv5Cb_r818E/s1600-h/misa+mission+370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618501355710962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PX0xdKfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xv5Cb_r818E/s200/misa+mission+370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spanish candy...yummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PYSIGkwI/AAAAAAAAASA/eF2o_5S_PxU/s1600-h/misa+mission+434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618509235327746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PYSIGkwI/AAAAAAAAASA/eF2o_5S_PxU/s200/misa+mission+434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parque Guell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PY5mfJ3I/AAAAAAAAASI/BNEMzgmYSAI/s1600-h/misa+mission+455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618519831750514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PY5mfJ3I/AAAAAAAAASI/BNEMzgmYSAI/s200/misa+mission+455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Elder Aquino... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PZKOjEtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C5zzawZRbDU/s1600-h/misa+mission+514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618524294746834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_PZKOjEtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C5zzawZRbDU/s200/misa+mission+514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ICE-CREAM with the Calle family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IJIdO2EI/AAAAAAAAARI/Ubqj_n-sWlY/s1600-h/misa+mission+516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399446127630402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IJIdO2EI/AAAAAAAAARI/Ubqj_n-sWlY/s200/misa+mission+516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first companion, Madre, Hermana Hiedi King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IJf1k4iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/C7sLfQ1Lz0Q/s1600-h/misa+mission+517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399452403753506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IJf1k4iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/C7sLfQ1Lz0Q/s200/misa+mission+517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My second companion, TIA, Hna Ponce from Sevilla Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IJuCOQwI/AAAAAAAAARY/WX-fM_NjMPk/s1600-h/misa+mission+479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399456214893314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IJuCOQwI/AAAAAAAAARY/WX-fM_NjMPk/s200/misa+mission+479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michelle Sorenson, Me, and Mariana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IKEKVKdI/AAAAAAAAARg/jblT7xy86Y4/s1600-h/misa+mission+554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399462154480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8IKEKVKdI/AAAAAAAAARg/jblT7xy86Y4/s200/misa+mission+554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knock Knock...Just another day tracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GQu60-vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m6HLiuorCIA/s1600-h/misa+mission+353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219397377688140530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GQu60-vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m6HLiuorCIA/s200/misa+mission+353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peace, it's what we all want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GRBXMkZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dZSapV0bckA/s1600-h/misa+mission+354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219397382638965138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GRBXMkZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dZSapV0bckA/s200/misa+mission+354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday Surprise From companions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beatriz Ponce and Valene Gurney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GRSKsuOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XQ8Oxbiffe0/s1600-h/misa+mission+446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219397387149949154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GRSKsuOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XQ8Oxbiffe0/s200/misa+mission+446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baptism of Carla Ponce Chacon &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GRqA8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/X5C6koiRQQw/s1600-h/misa+mission+511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219397393551484754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GRqA8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/X5C6koiRQQw/s200/misa+mission+511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the Hospitalet Girls:&lt;br /&gt;Mariana, Romina, Leslie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GSPIXjHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/v6XXJIbnZgU/s1600-h/misa+mission+512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219397403514735730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG8GSPIXjHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/v6XXJIbnZgU/s200/misa+mission+512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baptism of Stephani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-1720809749107604276?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1720809749107604276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=1720809749107604276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1720809749107604276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/1720809749107604276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-favorite-mission-pictures.html' title='Some favorite mission pictures...'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SG_gtH7C3iI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WQi8QD4fyVY/s72-c/Misa+Mission+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2771192234762440727</id><published>2008-07-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:04:48.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First off... I was going to post more pictures from my mission. But I don't know the most effective way to do that... so I am putting it off. I did realize though that it's about time for a Misa update. So here goes... I love camping. Maybe I could have been a pioneer. (or not) Anyway, I was asked to be one of the leaders at girls camp. I of course wouldn't have turned that down. I had a blast. I don't remember there being so much unscheduled time when I was that age. It may have been a good thing that they didn't remember about my culinary skills, or I may have been in charge of the food. (Ha ha I got out of that one!) But I guess I've enjoyed Girls camp so much that I will also be going later this month on the High adventure. (an overnight hike!) I am thrilled. It has been awhile since I've had the chance to just get out and enjoy nature. And boy oh boy, will I ever enjoy it... me and my backpack will be stocked full of the essentials, WATER, Excedrin, trail mix and string-cheese! It's amazing what you can live off of when you have to carry it around with you!! The lighter the better!! I'm Stoked!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must admit a little apprehension at this next phase of life I'm headed toward. I have plans... that intimidate me a bit. I just never really thought further about my life than that I would serve a mission. And now that that has been successfully accomplished, I am feeling a tad lost. I suppose that is all normal and well... (I do eventually figure things out.) I have decided that at the end of this month I will be quiting my job. I will be finishing up my former mission companions wedding cake, and then I will head to Orem to stay with my aunt. (I should inform her of this!) As soon as I have a job I will move into a house in another part of Orem. Hopefully this job will allow me to attend school as well. I have officially changed my major. (and hopefully it shall be the last time!) I will be majoring in Integrated studies. I know many of you will ask what in the world is that!~ But no worries it is a perfect major for me. I will have two emphasis' that I will combine into one major. It requires some writing and dedication. I think I'll enjoy it actually. My emphasis will be in Sociology, and Outdoor leadership. I'm excited. these are two very different things for me and will be an experience that I plan on getting the most out of that I can. I believe that it will prepare me for the things I truly want to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of the anticipation is causing me a little stomach pain. (which I began to experience on my mission) It's due to stress I suppose. I do believe I am heading in the right direction. I will miss being in Idaho, but I feel that I am better situated at UVU. So wish me luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2771192234762440727?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2771192234762440727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2771192234762440727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2771192234762440727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2771192234762440727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-7062139738335482711</id><published>2008-07-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:45:21.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid-CCM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhAOHOYhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AJMeGcU2ojI/s1600-h/100_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218582355887677970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhAOHOYhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AJMeGcU2ojI/s200/100_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madrid Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhAm7vO_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gTK5gViswfk/s1600-h/100_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218582362550385650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhAm7vO_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gTK5gViswfk/s200/100_1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhBNpNSuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/c7CvsiOGkmE/s1600-h/100_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218582372941646562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhBNpNSuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/c7CvsiOGkmE/s200/100_1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Singing in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhBdvbZGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AavBxFPauvs/s1600-h/100_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218582377262703714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhBdvbZGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AavBxFPauvs/s200/100_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Madrid temple at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-7062139738335482711?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7062139738335482711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=7062139738335482711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7062139738335482711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/7062139738335482711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/madrid-temple-madrid-singing-in-park.html' title='Madrid-CCM'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SGwhAOHOYhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AJMeGcU2ojI/s72-c/100_1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765089107324650127.post-2343963258260963697</id><published>2008-05-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:45:28.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Spain...MTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexBK7dubI/AAAAAAAAABw/IyYSa6grveE/s1600-h/100_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318928494279090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexBK7dubI/AAAAAAAAABw/IyYSa6grveE/s200/100_1890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying goodbye to the fam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elyse, Me, Taylor, Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexBq7ducI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eZwwOwqJNDE/s1600-h/100_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318937084213698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexBq7ducI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eZwwOwqJNDE/s200/100_1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Provo Temple &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexB67dudI/AAAAAAAAACA/uQuval93wl0/s1600-h/100_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318941379181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexB67dudI/AAAAAAAAACA/uQuval93wl0/s200/100_1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mtc companions: Hnas- Dittmar, Me, Gurney &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexCK7dueI/AAAAAAAAACI/fIpt4qQV4EM/s1600-h/100_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318945674148322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexCK7dueI/AAAAAAAAACI/fIpt4qQV4EM/s200/100_1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mtc Zone Hermanas: (Front) Me, Jeppson, Kynast, ?, ?, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Back) Robertson, Baird, Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexCa7dufI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hPXOLcOaHA0/s1600-h/100_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318949969115634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexCa7dufI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hPXOLcOaHA0/s200/100_1942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me and Hna Robertson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200406710566369906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCuOWa7dunI/AAAAAAAAADQ/caogYKioEkI/s200/100_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and My Elders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nelsen, Petersen, Me Ellis, Lever, Hart, Dean, Rubio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200406714861337218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCuOWq7duoI/AAAAAAAAADY/z5e7pEDCnvQ/s200/100_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200406693386500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCuOVa7dukI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4M8q0uUQegw/s200/100_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And yet again with Hna Robertson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200406706271402594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCuOWK7dumI/AAAAAAAAADI/5-RtLdetiG8/s200/100_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sister Leann Chessmore and Me...we found each other at the MTC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200406697681467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCuOVq7dulI/AAAAAAAAADA/BVrrzORV_KE/s200/100_1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Lever and his art&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765089107324650127-2343963258260963697?l=misagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2343963258260963697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765089107324650127&amp;postID=2343963258260963697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2343963258260963697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765089107324650127/posts/default/2343963258260963697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misagrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/pre-spainmtc.html' title='Pre-Spain...MTC'/><author><name>Melisa Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523746980066580242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SmP5LlPyYJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U8-PWaZO7Vs/S220/July+festivities+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPWyikY4Uhw/SCexBK7dubI/AAAAAAAAABw/IyYSa6grveE/s72-c/100_1890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
