<?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-575517569879692381</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:53:27.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch Match</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-6137375913952377406</id><published>2008-07-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:06:16.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patti came to  the pool today.  I let her swim for free. It was so random. Plus i got so sunburnt which is weird cause i never wear sun screen and randomly today i got burned. Go figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-6137375913952377406?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6137375913952377406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=6137375913952377406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/6137375913952377406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/6137375913952377406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/07/patti-came-to-pool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-8020038355158524723</id><published>2008-07-06T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:55:13.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to be an aunt! The end of January will bring a new Taylor into the family. Probably a soccer player...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-8020038355158524723?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8020038355158524723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=8020038355158524723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8020038355158524723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8020038355158524723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-going-to-be-aunt-end-of-january-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-8486461340477881595</id><published>2008-07-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:37:24.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 4th of July ever!</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty amazing Independence Day here in the land of the free. Firstly, I worked from eleven thirty to seven thirty. Cafe Rio catered so i got a free chicken salad around two. That made the day bearable. Very humid weather we had today. We give out wrist bands to get in the pool and i came up with the idea to give out red and blue ones and they have white on them. It was so patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work was over we had a guard party. Everyone stayed to swim. We went down the slides like fifty million times with huge trains of people. It was awesome. Me and greg and steph all tumbled again too. I can still do a roundoff back tuck! I haven't done one in like two years so i'm pretty much pumped. Then we went off the diving boards. Styx was playing across the street the whole time. The only way to listen to Styx is underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bunch of us went to see a movie. We saw Wall-E, this cute animated movie about robots that fall in love. It was adorable! We'll rent it when you guys return to the home of the brave. Anyway, it's nearly midnight and i work at five am. Miss you lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love mitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-8486461340477881595?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8486461340477881595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=8486461340477881595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8486461340477881595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8486461340477881595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-4th-of-july-ever.html' title='Best 4th of July ever!'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-6122219999352734228</id><published>2008-07-01T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:18:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lauren:</title><content type='html'>Best Facebook comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do: Get cervical cancer shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a complete joke. And no one is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the ship is attacked by killer whales and i don't make it back just know that our friendship is a sham and i resent all that you are and do. But seriously if i don't make it back i'll try my hardest to break through the spirit world firewall and contact you cause...&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock:&lt;br /&gt;Who's there:&lt;br /&gt;Your friend Michelle, and i'll always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the next time you are taking a nap is when i want my haircut. I'll come set up a time with you right now in person. Let me just walk down the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get a haircut around here? Do i have to knock on the front door during the afternoon and insist or do i just have to join the army? Cause Elvin and Nate are always at the front of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking i should really learn mandarin. That way i would have some one to talk to. And i could make sure she is not a spy. And if she was i would inform CNN ASAP. Then we would be famous and we would use our fame to get on 'True Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for coming. Yes the rumors are true. Leslie Miles and Lauren Rawlings have officially moved in together and are now actually quite good friends. Isaiah is in India, so there is little conflict over him these days. I'm the third roommate, Michelle, I'll be taking questions for the duration of the press conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing? Binocularing. For what? New friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvin just found out i cheered in high school and he made me do a flip to prove it. in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey are you a jerk or what? just wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about deadbolting the front door tonight, it's still locked from last night. You know cause you did absolutely nothing today and not one person came over to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom is a first come first serve basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check your phone i think you got a text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to prove you ate all my chips if it's the last thing i live to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;Pleae walk in on your parents last night and then go outside and throw up on the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey lauren your status update is more like a nerd update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you watch the office with? Sure i could yell this through the wall byt virtual interaction is good for my social skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like your new picture&lt;br /&gt;Brentwood 30 unity my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francesco Stazullio gave me a B-. Thanks alot Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Let's go to the bakery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you wear your bullet proof vest on the airplane cause I hear that sometimes terrorists hijack them. Watch out for fanny packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't worry, i'm not sitting in my undies at 11 at night. This isn't a typical day for me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but i'll kind of miss our through the wall texts. I guess we could still get the whole text then listen for a laugh-effect, it's just not as funny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping with two carts ok. I was actually going to use one to shove you in and push it down a hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if you didn't make a fool of yourself when i'm with you at wal mart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-6122219999352734228?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6122219999352734228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=6122219999352734228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/6122219999352734228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/6122219999352734228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-lauren.html' title='To Lauren:'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-2005659206976462627</id><published>2008-07-01T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:16:55.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Bishop and his counselors got released! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-2005659206976462627?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2005659206976462627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=2005659206976462627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/2005659206976462627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/2005659206976462627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/07/bishop-and-his-counselors-got-released.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-4184396158677463080</id><published>2008-06-30T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:49:48.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now for my best facebook comments</title><content type='html'>First my ones to Les:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think your status is rude and demeaning. so naturally i'm not at all surprised to see it on your page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i told you yesterday, you already woke me up talking. Go ahead with the smoothie. SLC would be fun but i don't think Deathcab is allowed on a voyage like that.&lt;br /&gt;"The first order comes to...$2.79. The second order comes to.........$2.79. And the third order, what was it again? It comes to...(ten minutes)...$2.79."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "If they cancel Friday Night Lights i'll kill myself."&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: " Yeah then the police will call looking for motive and i'll say, well she was pretty upset FNL was canceled. Then i'll get a lawyer and we'll prosecute. I'll call up NBC and accuse them of murder."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "YOU KILLED MY FRIEND, YOU BASTARD!"&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: " Don't worry hailey, she's just quoting Dumb and Dumber."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Yeah i don't just say that word whenever i want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog shmog- like i care what you are doing this summer. And thanks spell check for red underlining the word shmog. is it really spelled wrong? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey babies thanks for having a super complicated circulatory system that differs greatly fetal to postnatal. Why don't you just grow up already and circulate blood like an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie:" Wait, I can't find my keys. MAYDAY i can't find my keys. Where are my keys. i can't find them."&lt;br /&gt;Smith's Employee: "Your keys are on your wrist."&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: "What would i do without Smith's employees?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'm stephanie pratt."&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha you do look like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, this nap is not wasting time. Actually, we should be in class right now, so it's not like we would be studying anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet bled like a pioneer who had been forced out of Missouri on a cold winter night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to study with me? what happened, did Lynn die or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab Instructor: " So any questions on the heart and the attached pace maker?"&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: " I have a question. I was wondering how one would go about removing a pace maker. I'm having a little trouble accomplishing this on Trauma Center. I keep losing the patient. Any tips?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry your car got booted. What a tragedy. Tragedy like in the Titanic. Which we will be watching after you go pay off the criminals that booted your car. Question: Do you think the Cache Valley Booting Company is in direct descendance from the Gadianton robbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should go beat up Lauren right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey do you have plans tonight? Cause if not you are invited to a slumber party in my room. More like my room is the only place in B30 anyone can slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet profile pic. The photography is amazing... It truly captures the magic of ward ski night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheech, I'm sorry about the argument over the cheese. When did we become that couple? And i'm sorry i said you would die if you ate my Chex. They are just really good. The cupboard is always open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OC is calling... can you hear it? Season 3 is just around the corner. PS do i look like a psycho in my profile pic? Let me know so i am not humiliated on the world wide web. You know like you did when i almost wore that beanie to the cruise meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was walking home from the gym and i had my headphones. I got to 8th and on those steps i saw a guy walking with his three kids, one is his arm and a boy and girl following behind him all dressed up in winter clothes and hats. I thought to myself, oh how cute. Wouldn't it just be great to take your kids out to go play in the snow on a wintery afternoon? Then my song ended and i heard the dad yelling at the two kids to stop playing in the snow and hurry and walk cause the baby was crying and it was cold outside. (All children were under three years old.) Then i was glad i could go home and be all alone and study physics in quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian walks in: "What are you guys doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle points to the fake cameras in the corner of the room, and Lauren explains we are pretending to be on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie:"Say Hi Lillian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice tribute to snow hall with your profile picture. Honestly Leslie, when are you going to stop living in the past? Last time i checked it was 2008 and you were 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were you guys at the game on Halloween? Oh, you were? Well did you see the skeletons with the signs that said 'Knock Em Dead?' Yeah that was us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching scrubs alone is like a waste of entertainment. I hate it but alas i think i will go watch scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i walked out of our apartment today to go running and i heard a banging noise. To my surprise, there was a bird in the hall and it was flying into the window trying to get out. So i freaked out and accidentally swore- i'm sure the relief society pres heard me- and i ran back inside. All of the sudden i came up with a plan, one i saw in the movie enchanted. All i had to do was sing to the bird and it would surely follow me to safety. Luckily my voice is so enchanting i only had to speak to the bird. It looked at me and after some encouragement it followed me down the stairs and out the door. I waved as it flew away. I saw it land in a tree and it sang back a sweet song, thanking me for saving its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sit by Doug when we were watching Young Guns and he moved. It couldn't be for the fact that I only had one eye of makeup done or ratty hair. You are still wife number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think killing yourself is a good idea and I can help you if you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey we both have an album called random part two. that is random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a Cuisinart? How is it working for you? Does it make good toast? yes it burns bread quite well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC tonight? Now that we got rid of Lauren we won't have to spend our time pretending to be her friend...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-4184396158677463080?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4184396158677463080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=4184396158677463080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/4184396158677463080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/4184396158677463080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-for-my-best-facebook-comments.html' title='Now for my best facebook comments'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-5210758957702340503</id><published>2008-06-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:20:53.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>So my computer got a freaking virus so it has been in the shop for like eternity. Now it's back. My lightbulb burned out the other day. I called greg over to come fix it and he was unscrewing the light fixture and dropped it and it shattered all over my room. He also came to kill a spider and all he managed to do was get it off the ceiling and chase it into a hole in the wall. But don't worry by the time you guys get back he will be fully trained in doing all my biddings and you guys can borrow him for stuff. He also takes out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had a dinner party on sunday. Mark, Jackie, Kim, Heather (their roommate), and Hailey came over for some of my  fine cooking. You guys probably would have made the guest list if you were living here.  Three rafting trips are in the works. I love rafting so this makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. My life consists of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-5210758957702340503?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5210758957702340503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=5210758957702340503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/5210758957702340503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/5210758957702340503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/06/it.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-8004098003352989094</id><published>2008-06-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:22:28.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to tell you</title><content type='html'>Hurry home! I have so much to tell you guys that i can't publish online. When exactly is your return date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-8004098003352989094?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8004098003352989094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=8004098003352989094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8004098003352989094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8004098003352989094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-much-to-tell-you.html' title='So much to tell you'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-8287309341472780325</id><published>2008-06-12T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:07:38.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Facebook posts</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my facebook posts. Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Your sunshine text made me laugh. If it's any consolation, we're both looking at the same sun right now. And when night comes, we'll both be under the same stars. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Carol. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you're online right now. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm pretty popular with all my Salt Lake friends coming up and what not. Make sure you're back in time tonight so we can hang out, or else I'll kill you in your sleep. Or worse, I'll call NBC and tell them to cancel Friday Night Lights. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed you are part of the "boo you whore" group. If katie yates stands for a reason to this group then I fully support your decision. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i figured you would. basically facebook is set up for the sheer purpose of staying in touch with your present day roommates. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That group is run by high security. There's no way you can get in.&lt;br /&gt;Eff. You got in. (About Darwin Society) -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coming home to Lauren passed out on the couch and you passed out in your room with your pillow and blankets over your head. SO GLAD I CAME HOME TO HANG OUT WITH YOU BOTH. GOSH. I HOPE YOUR FEET ACTUALLY DID BLEED TODAY!!!!!! -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I WILL conquer that pacemaker if it's the last thing we do. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do: BS my eled daily journal, read a few chapters and write a paper on it, start my research paper, go to michelle's page and look at every comment we ever sent each other, take a nap, take 2 online quizes. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing stuff on facebook. it's clogging up my newfeed. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, network congestion in your mini feed. so...slumber party tonight for the third night in a row? i love waking up to you and your screwed up hair. it always makes my day. jeff: "what are you guys doing?" "we're sleeping!!!" "in the same room?" "yes. we're roommates now"&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that we have two extra guest bedrooms. it's so nice to have company over for the night. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for you went down a titch since 9:22 am because i don't like being around HACKERS. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;br /&gt;rad.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;awesome. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elvin, spell michelle. "m-i-t-c-h-e-l-l-e." "no elvin, there is no T, and it's not silent either. try again. "m-i-s-h-e-l-l." "close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do, do do do do, do, do do do do, do, do do do do do do, california, here we come. just trying to reenact this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"man, i'm already grumpy. i freakin' woke up to the washer and dryer."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, that was my fault, sorry. i thought you were at class."&lt;br /&gt;"well, that's understandable, i should be in class."&lt;br /&gt;"so...will you give me a ride to class?"&lt;br /&gt;look of death. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that i just spent 3 hours and 33 minutes watching lord of the rings. if there's anyone who's a bigger nerd than me, please let me know. then that way i can play the video game with them. i can't get past the elephants. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Journal;&lt;br /&gt;THe other day I made a fake myspace account so that I could go look up brock's profile and be able to see his pictures. I made the password brock's name. Too bad when I tried to get on today I forgot what e-mail I made it from. Guess next time i'll have to make up another fake account -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life consists of going to two institute classes a week as well as going to institute choir and serving in my position as ward missionary. i stay pretty busy, but it's worth it because i know that if i keep it up i will be married soon. sometimes when we want to go out on that fun group date we look in our closet for something modest, and if it's not, we just throw on a downeast tank top underneath (we all stand up, just happen to be wearing them.) you're watching true life: i'm a mormon. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hey matt, you peer edited my in class assignment, not my reflection essay, so there's not going to be a thesis, and there's not going to be anything about me in the essay. sorry bud. you're going to have to do it all over again. i know that you're really smart and that it was hard to figure out that my answers were bulleted and that it kind of looks like an essay, but it's not one. good luck! -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe in the same organization that existed in the somethin' Church. you know, i should know this article of faith but my roommate cut it off on her copy machine and so i just don't know the words. sorry guys. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl below me in the apartment is playing stellar!!!! sweet. i'm ready for your journey. it will be well worth it my friend, well worth it to become good friends with the band.&lt;br /&gt;Later... i've never felt more like an idiot.  -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey we're both on myspace. what the crap i just said myspace. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom was first come first serve basis was easily one of the best your mom jokes you've ever pulled off. And by pulled off I mean your dad pulled your moms clothes off. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle@@@@@@@@@@@@ okay, i'm leaving those because i thought they were exclamations then saw they weren't, but they made me laugh so they are staying put. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lauren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please gain 50 pounds on Thanksgiving. Boys like heavy weight girls. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lauren. PLEASE come home i'm begging you. I promise this time i'll make some time for you. We could go to the Gateway on Wednesday at noon and go birthday shopping. How does that sound?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure mom. I'd love to. Let's plan on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday at noon........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lauren, sorry but i'm going to lunch with my friend. how about you just go to gateway by yourself? I'll give you my credit card?" -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait, BLOW?"&lt;br /&gt;"no, its the word BELOW."&lt;br /&gt;"no!! the word below is what you have to spell backwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"guitar"&lt;br /&gt;"r"&lt;br /&gt;"a"&lt;br /&gt;t"&lt;br /&gt;"r"&lt;br /&gt;"ERGH" wrong. gartar? -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what up limp dick. -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey remember when you smacked your head like 20 times before realizing that there wasn't a nickel on it? good times. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when movies make me bawl. damn you sandra bullock -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password? slytherclaw. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm the first to say, happy columbus day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle maybe if you weren't so loud at night then lillian wouldn't have to scold us the next day. gosh you're so stupid. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle, i really think you need to lose the pooka necklace you were wearing today. it didn't go well with your dr. martens and overalls that you had on. -Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, if you like to fill your mind with that garbage at least hide it in your own air conditioner vent. I don't want to go to hell with you. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Michelle! How are you? I haven't talked to you all summer, mostly cuz I thought you hated me. I hope you don't. Anyways, I just wanted to see how things are. I saw Lauren at a volleyball activity the other day and I was gonna say hi, but she left before I could talk to her. So, tell her hi for me. I hope past things won't be held against me cuz I still consider both of you my good friends. Let me know how things are though! -Kailey Dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I google'd Birmingham England's weather on my phone. Just so you know, it's supposed to be 51-64 F today. There is also a chance of rain. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're not reading my journal right now because i'm gone. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan sent me a facebook message. Jealous? -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i'm making dessert tonight. It's red bean soup. Come get out of bed to have some. It will be worth it. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you so many messages cause i'm waiting for Deundre to leave so I can go outside. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made it. the army pants and bullet proof vest mustve really worked. terrorists mustve known that i am unbeatable. italian keyboards are really weird and i keep having to retype everything.ààasdfkaàasfk ,..-asd they have no at key. who makes a keyboard with no at key. isnàt that like the most important key on the whole keyboard? i saw 2 beautiful italian boys today. they asked me to make out-they said it in italian so i couldnt respond. so sadly, it didnt happen. but, im sure thats what they said. -Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS tell logan to stop sending you gay rainbow flags. He's almost too gay to function. -Lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-8287309341472780325?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8287309341472780325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=8287309341472780325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8287309341472780325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8287309341472780325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-facebook-posts.html' title='My favorite Facebook posts'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-1014598457572335908</id><published>2008-06-09T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:50:25.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News from Michelle</title><content type='html'>Hey friends in Africa! This is Michelle T. We used to be the best of friends but the memories are slowly fading. Anyway it's been a while so i will update you on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn came up to visit (that's right, Lynn McKinlay, former frequent visitor of Brentwood 30). He came up last night which was Sunday with his two sisters and we hung out. We even watched X-men #1 which some how i had gone without seeing my entire life. We talked about you guys and laughed about old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after i worked we all went up to Bear Lake to wakeboard and do other water activities. Greg came cause Lynn has a sister his age so we decided to force them into being friends. Also he has a new wakeboard i have been wanting to try all winter. I got a sweet wet suit tan line. The water was pretty cold (Starvation cold, not Snake River cold) but it was still way fun. All in all it was a good visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of swim lessons. I forgot how much i love teaching kids to swim. I had so much fun. I have some pretty cute kids in my classes. And i usually hate kids. I guess i'm finally growing up to obtain a mother like appreciation for children. Ha ha yeah right. That will never happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-1014598457572335908?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1014598457572335908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=1014598457572335908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/1014598457572335908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/1014598457572335908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/06/news-from-michelle.html' title='News from Michelle'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-852472327253725999</id><published>2008-05-31T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:39:31.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Reviews</title><content type='html'>Sorry Lauren but i rented In the Land of Women without you. Actually me, Greg and Ty went to rent a movie and they wanted to see it so i got it. Trust me it is truly terrible. Here are a few of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Seth is a soft core porn screenwriter&lt;br /&gt;Seth makes out with Meg Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Seth goes jogging (I have never seen him run before, not much of an exerciser in the oc)&lt;br /&gt; And of course it is not seth, it is "Carter"&lt;br /&gt;We just kept watching hoping he would talk about deathcab or mention an imax movie but he stayed true to his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of my disappointment, i started Season 4 again. Greg came over today and watched a couple episodes. He lives here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les, I got a Boozer and Williams poster. It is hanging next to my calendar of the Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my uncles are in the hospital. They are all pretty sick. Two with colon cancer, one in a coma. And one of my sister's athletes died at a scrimage football game. She is pretty upset. She had to do CPR and everything.  That's all the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my swim lesson program is really going to take off here at the Logan Aquatic Center. I had a huge staff training today to try and standardize swim lessons. I'm working hard at it and it is good to see the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fab five reunion may be in the works... I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="app3452795626_quoterep" fbcontext="1400f4d5e7ee"&gt;         &lt;div style="float: left; padding-right: 5px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;                              &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/iwatchtheoc/?page=quotes&amp;amp;show=93054" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=3452795626&amp;action_type=3&amp;post_form_id=23d62ac2de9fbc0a1bf8dee83392bac1&amp;position=2&amp;' + Math.random();return true"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/genericv2b/1475/101/01AwcA9gA_jKMAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA:.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;              &lt;b class="quote"&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;Summer, getting a man is like capturing a wily silverback gorilla in the Ugandan highland. You see, nature is telling that gorilla to stay in the wild. But both you and I know that that gorilla would be much happier back in the zoo on a normal feeding schedule. But sometimes, he's just gotta roar and beat his chest before he'll let you shoot him with a trank dart.&lt;b class="quote"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Taylor Townsend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of you guys cause you are in Uganda like the gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/575517569879692381-852472327253725999?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/852472327253725999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=852472327253725999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/852472327253725999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/852472327253725999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-reviews.html' title='Movie Reviews'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-3842222886498877860</id><published>2008-05-30T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:54:59.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Days in Clinton</title><content type='html'>That's right. I retreated to Clinton to spend a few days with my family. I had a few adventures and these are them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by a duck pond so i went and bought sissy the dog a leash. Everyday we went on walks to this duck pond ( really it is a retention pond that stores rainwater and runoff but they put fish in it and ducks and geese live there so everyone wins.)  You see some strange things at a city pond. Like grown men fishing. FISHING! In a retention pond that is two feet deep. What is the point? Yeah i can see if you are six and after kindergarten you and your buddies get out your fisher price fishing poles and go down to the water hole to catch some fish, but middle age men spending all morning fishing a retention pond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that when you are out and about Clinton in the middle of the day the only people you see are your aunts and people from Relief Society. I was fortunate enough to catch up on all the ward and family gossip and hear the whereabouts of everyone's kids and kids kids. People really open up and talk when they can tell that all you want to do is listen to your ipod and walk your dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a kid i knew in high school. He was at the pond with  his two kids. He invited me and sissy over to his house to play with him and his kids. It took all my willpower not to scream and turn and run far far away. That was the last day i went to the duck pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is mad greg is moving away ( he moves up today) so all week she kept picking fights with him. She would call him at all hours of the day and yell at him for weird stuff like not having a debit card, or leaving his scriptures at seminary, or yell at him over voicemail when he was in class cause his room wasn't packed up. My poor mother. She is going to miss little Golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm back in Logan now. Oh and Lynn told me he got attacked by a flock of geese on his mission. I'm still laughing over that story. So if we ever get sick of him we can just get an army of geese to guard our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS What is the time difference here to there? And when are you coming back? Plus, Les, Tiffany and Brian are engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-3842222886498877860?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3842222886498877860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=3842222886498877860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/3842222886498877860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/3842222886498877860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-days-in-clinton.html' title='A Few Days in Clinton'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-591333532471170854</id><published>2008-05-24T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:59:12.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>And what a weekend it has been. Josi came to visit on Thursday. And luckily she did. Doug went and got himself into a relationship and we all know how terrible i am at talking to people about serious matters without using sarcasm and jokes to avoid real issues. So Josi came and talked to Doug about stuff. I'm pretty sure she straightened him out. That's why i keep her around- she gives good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday me and josi and Doug went to Angies for breakfast. It was a wild time. I ordered hashbrowns and a cinnamon roll that we all ate. Then later i took Josi for a peanut butter and oreo shake. Then later we went to Cafe Sabor. Les, it reminded me of Valentines day. A mariachi band was playing so me and josi got to reminisce about our days in the music business. We were in a band one Halloween, Josi and the Pussycats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day of eating we went up to Bear Lake to stay in Josi's cabin. I got pretty good at ping pong. I had to come home early so i could magnify my church calling. I'm starting my FNL series again so that is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is great. I'm getting way tan. I'm climbing the ladder in this business. I like being a boss and an expert in my field. I hope Africa is the bomb. How much longer? I should start a countdown... But i really am enjoying my summer. I love my job and all of its long hours. Just remember, we will be together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-591333532471170854?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/591333532471170854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=591333532471170854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/591333532471170854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/591333532471170854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-8220624514311555572</id><published>2008-05-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:27:17.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Roommate</title><content type='html'>Well me and Yu Fen have company. Krista our new roommate moved in a few days ago. She's pretty chill. She likes watching movies and not going to parties just like us. Also, her best friend is in Germany right now doing study abroad. And she hates going to weddings. So alot of similarities. I think we will get along just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today i have to teach Relief Society. I had two days notice, and of course those two days i was at  work at least ten hours each day. So it should be a pretty slammin lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was listening to the Bed of Roses song by Bon Jovi and couldn't help but think of the movie that made that song famous. I should rent that again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-8220624514311555572?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8220624514311555572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=8220624514311555572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8220624514311555572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8220624514311555572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-roommate.html' title='New Roommate'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-2954276124724542110</id><published>2008-05-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:40:27.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TCB</title><content type='html'>That's right TCB. I've just been Taking Care of Business. I'll have to give you guys the bullet points cause i work soon.&lt;br /&gt;1. I passed Physics 2! I got a fortune cookie that said expect a miracle, and i guess i've seen that one unfold. I wasn't even passing before the final, then i didn't answer half the questions on the final. I guess that earns you a C-.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my WSIT certification. So i was in Cottonwood Heights all week and you guys weren't. Ironic. Does Emily work there Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;3. I saw the guy from the food network that is on those TGIF commercials. He was in Roy so we stopped and got a picture with him. I wanted to punch him in the face though cause he is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;4. How about them Jazz? 2-2. Watch out Lakers. Les you are definitely missing out. Sorry that was the blunt, honest truth.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am loving Damien Rice's song La Professor and La Fille Danse or what ever it is called. Honestly, it blows me away every time i hear it.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway the pool opens soon. I'm already getting like 50 hour weeks. I love it. No tan yet though. Sitting around B30 makes me depressed cause the walls are so quiet. I miss you guys every second. I am always about to almost text one of you, or i have something to tell you, or something and then i can't. Come home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-2954276124724542110?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2954276124724542110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=2954276124724542110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/2954276124724542110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/2954276124724542110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/tcb.html' title='TCB'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-7619957546380491085</id><published>2008-05-02T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:45:42.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug Doug Doug</title><content type='html'>So last night i decided to go to bed early but then Doug called me to watch a movie. We went to Hollywood video to rent one and apparently he had been helping Chanel move and while he was there someone told Chanel it was really nice of her dad to come help her move. I laughed for like an hour. He is old enough to be her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandmother Willow, did you know Doug Hollist?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes dear. Doug Hollist used to sit beneath my branches in the shade. But that was over 350 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doug, which war was worse to fight in? Civil or Revolution?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doug, what were the Crusades like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doug, i bet that was a hard winter when the crickets came and ate all the Saint's crops. How did you survive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doug, the mission rules have changed since you were out 42 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doug, what was it like riding in the first automobile?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-7619957546380491085?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7619957546380491085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=7619957546380491085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/7619957546380491085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/7619957546380491085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/05/doug-doug-doug.html' title='Doug Doug Doug'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-8274732405923524743</id><published>2008-04-30T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:12:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>So i decided to get a bunch of pictures of us off my computer and get them printed so i could hang them up on my wall. Then i though it would be fun to make a CD with all the songs that remind me of you guys so i could listen to it this summer. (for example, Rootless Tree- Great Harvest; PDA, John Legend; Burn, Usher; None of Your Business, Salt n Pepa; Sex Without Love, Ben Lee.) I even put on a Smashing Pumpkins song for you Lessy, and what do you know? Now i'm crying. I miss you (Incubus, also included) guys! And i'm going to miss you everyday. You guys know it takes a lot to get me to cry, unless it's on TV (usually a good episode of the OC or viewing Stepmom.) But for me to cry about a real life matter is a big deal. I love you guys as much as the OC characters. I'll miss you like Marissa.  I'll have to roll down the window and sing Hells Bells, ACDC by myself. Our song for the summer is I Miss You. So while you are lying in bed listening to your Ipods, play that one for me, cause you know i'll be playing it for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-8274732405923524743?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8274732405923524743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=8274732405923524743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8274732405923524743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/8274732405923524743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-1021617869906675095</id><published>2008-04-29T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:28:44.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Summer at the Pool</title><content type='html'>So i showed up at the pool today and was handed a pair of waders. Then i had to get into the frigid water and scrape scum off the pool tile. And it was windy! So to make the time pass, i got out my ipod and put on some Damien Rice. I was having a good time, lost in the music and work. Well, i leaned over to far and my waders started to fill up with ice water and got me all wet. So i freaked out and started moving around and my ipod fell off the side of the pool into the water. I grabbed it and started sucking the water out of the sides (it was like revised CPR) and i watched the screen slowly fade and die. A part of my soul died with it. My only hope is that i can get enough money back selling my books to buy a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-1021617869906675095?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1021617869906675095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=1021617869906675095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/1021617869906675095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/1021617869906675095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-of-summer-at-pool.html' title='First Day of Summer at the Pool'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575517569879692381.post-1177035159901050073</id><published>2008-04-28T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:20:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>I don't want you two to miss a minute of my life while you are away. Uganda may be awesome but i am your best friend, so i'm SURE you will make time to read my blog. Anyway, hopefully we can get some laughs even with you guys being millions of miles away. I'd like to give a shout out to modern technology for this convenience. Leslie, Lauren, have fun saving the world. This blog is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575517569879692381-1177035159901050073?l=mitchmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1177035159901050073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575517569879692381&amp;postID=1177035159901050073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/1177035159901050073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575517569879692381/posts/default/1177035159901050073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchmatch.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School'/><author><name>Michelle Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566419958876642724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
