<?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-531806771999185187</id><updated>2011-11-21T22:53:20.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Moore to Life: Mallory &amp; Adam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-1403430960848832188</id><published>2011-11-10T12:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:12:56.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High-Flying Circus Fitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="kslvid18027350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://pandora.bonnint.net/video/embed-1.php?id=18027350" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try out Circus Fitness for Studio 5...it was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-1403430960848832188?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/1403430960848832188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=1403430960848832188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/1403430960848832188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/1403430960848832188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2011/11/high-flying-circus-fitness.html' title='High-Flying Circus Fitness'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-7485444058172446433</id><published>2011-10-29T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:08:43.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio 5: Birchbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="kslvid17651840"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://pandora.bonnint.net/video/embed-1.php?id=17651840" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a fan of Birchbox. I haven't officially signed up for it, but I am thinking I might just have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-7485444058172446433?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/7485444058172446433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=7485444058172446433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/7485444058172446433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/7485444058172446433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2011/10/studio-5-birchbox.html' title='Studio 5: Birchbox'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-6087660053811439526</id><published>2011-10-20T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T00:03:07.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Time Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPSHlI-2FEk/Tp-zHqDu5RI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sbQTA13Yf5U/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPSHlI-2FEk/Tp-zHqDu5RI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sbQTA13Yf5U/s640/035.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally convinced Adam to go back east with me...and he was pleasantly surprised by how much he liked it. We spent 2 days in New York and 3 days in Pennsylvania with Codi &amp;amp; Scott and the girls...it was a much needed getaway. I love New York just as much as I remembered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxfI50f7jPQ/Tp-z6Jjv48I/AAAAAAAAAWY/NFHw6W4LyJA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxfI50f7jPQ/Tp-z6Jjv48I/AAAAAAAAAWY/NFHw6W4LyJA/s640/001.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last time I rode bikes in Central Park it was just Marcee and I...on our OWN bikes. This time Codi, Adam, and I each had a little girl in tow, which made it more of a workout than a leisure ride. But the girls loved it and we needed a little exercise after Serendipity and Levain Bakery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RMrgkHPGWs/Tp-01k_YqiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/oODUstv_Okk/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RMrgkHPGWs/Tp-01k_YqiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/oODUstv_Okk/s640/016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfzBZJRKNkM/Tp-1GI40T8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/dZoL7PcrveA/s1600/IMG_0485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfzBZJRKNkM/Tp-1GI40T8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/dZoL7PcrveA/s640/IMG_0485.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Times Square! We didn't end up going to a show. Turns out I am not the best trip planner, and took my chances with Wicked lottery tickets and TKTS booth...but didn't get lucky. Oh well, we probably would have fallen asleep anyway, since we took a red eye in that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FGDnCaSbfY/Tp-19qNhgPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LbEa0uuOnUE/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FGDnCaSbfY/Tp-19qNhgPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LbEa0uuOnUE/s640/IMG_0480.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with the Wall Street protesters. Adam says this was his favorite part of New York...I don't buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBCWuvjx9IM/Tp-2kYwdXYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dsTV5mMzTZQ/s1600/IMG_0491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="542" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBCWuvjx9IM/Tp-2kYwdXYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dsTV5mMzTZQ/s640/IMG_0491.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to go into Independence Hall in Philadelphia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa-yoj2H-Xs/Tp-224HeE4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/KmMJ5CrN1qI/s1600/IMG_0499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa-yoj2H-Xs/Tp-224HeE4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/KmMJ5CrN1qI/s640/IMG_0499.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12-kk4YSSXI/Tp-3A3SB-dI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XH6HPxqjYRk/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12-kk4YSSXI/Tp-3A3SB-dI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XH6HPxqjYRk/s640/IMG_0501.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rocky statue and steps at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw a Rocky look-a-like that was dressed in a Rocky cut-off, rocking out to Rocky music, and running up and down the stairs pumping his arm over his head. Pretty much made the 20 minute detour to the place worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBXhF9i1Oio/Tp-4KhTTMVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DPdFNcrTAFA/s1600/IMG_0487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBXhF9i1Oio/Tp-4KhTTMVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DPdFNcrTAFA/s640/IMG_0487.jpg" width="526" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking to get Iris from the bus stop. Olive started a new nickname for Adam: "Adi" - Adam loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a great trip, and it went by way too fast. I already miss the little girls...and Codi &amp;amp; Scott of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-6087660053811439526?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/6087660053811439526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=6087660053811439526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/6087660053811439526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/6087660053811439526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-time-travels.html' title='Fall Time Travels'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPSHlI-2FEk/Tp-zHqDu5RI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sbQTA13Yf5U/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-1356430627944943093</id><published>2011-10-17T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:01:01.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY, I got married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhIKuUEL39E/TpzdsYBJFgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BzFoieP1IFk/s1600/A%2526M+Bridals025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhIKuUEL39E/TpzdsYBJFgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BzFoieP1IFk/s640/A%2526M+Bridals025.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-1356430627944943093?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/1356430627944943093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=1356430627944943093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/1356430627944943093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/1356430627944943093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-i-got-married.html' title='HEY, I got married!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhIKuUEL39E/TpzdsYBJFgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BzFoieP1IFk/s72-c/A%2526M+Bridals025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-8336025017314270508</id><published>2009-12-27T16:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:34:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf84HSfdSI/AAAAAAAAATY/QQOJeEvfZHQ/s1600-h/KMOT.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf84HSfdSI/AAAAAAAAATY/QQOJeEvfZHQ/s320/KMOT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420078717523162402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yes, I am snowed in for the first time in my life. I always imagined being snowed in would be spent drinking hot chocolate and playing board games with my family, or something idealistic like that. But no...The past three days have consisted of spending Christmas night at my coworkers very very very dirty apartment, then lounging in his living room watching football with him until 4:00 in the afternoon, followed by a near death experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You see, when my coworker finally got the courage to drive me back to Sister J's house, the car couldn't make it up my hill because it hadn't been plowed. So I had to march up the 1/2 mile hill in the blizzard and gusting winds. I thought my adventure was over when I saw Sister J's house...little did I know it was just beginning. There was a mountain of snow between me and my destination...The winds made snow drifts that were 12-15 feet high on her driveway. So, I plowed right into the snow thinking the faster I went the better. But the next thing I knew I was in snow up to my shoulders, and I hadn't even gotten to the peak of the mountain. I know I will sound dramatic by saying this, but I now know what avalanche victims must feel like. My anxiety got the best of me and I just sat in the snow for a good 5 minutes deciding what to do...obviously I only had one option. Anyway, long story short it took me 20 minutes to go about 50 or 60 feet. When I finally got inside I couldn't feel my legs or hands or face...It took a good hour to dethaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This weather is seriously insane. FOX and CNN have even referred specifically to the snowstorm in Minot, North Dakota. It's craziness. Church was cancelled today, so me and Sister J have been baking muffins and watching "The Sound of Music"...and slept a lot...getting ready for another week of reporting. And, to make matters worse, I haven't had Diet Coke since Christmas Eve. I will never forget to stock up on Diet Coke...who knows the next time I'll be snowed in...Could happen a lot here in Minot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are picture of my station....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well the roof of my station because you can't see much else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf7CaJd0PI/AAAAAAAAATQ/A7BbTXXP-wg/s1600-h/kmot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf7CaJd0PI/AAAAAAAAATQ/A7BbTXXP-wg/s320/kmot3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076695361016050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf7CJaSgFI/AAAAAAAAATI/6n1dc2xCgBk/s1600-h/kmot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people who have to work on Saturday had to shovel for about thirty minutes to even get to the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf7CJaSgFI/AAAAAAAAATI/6n1dc2xCgBk/s320/kmot2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076690868174930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/531806771999185187-8336025017314270508?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/8336025017314270508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=8336025017314270508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/8336025017314270508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/8336025017314270508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In...'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Szf84HSfdSI/AAAAAAAAATY/QQOJeEvfZHQ/s72-c/KMOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-1609259397080789630</id><published>2009-12-10T20:26:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:50:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may freeze to death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SyHBMGhK8aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SdjB6ZG-QrE/s1600-h/mal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SyHBMGhK8aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SdjB6ZG-QrE/s320/mal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413820640728379810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;I wish that I could report in this outfit. I wish I could wear this to work everyday. Because North Dakota is COLD! So cold...Obviously when I moved up here I knew I would be going to a very cold place...but I don't think I realized just what that meant. I just looked up what the ten coldest cities in America are and 3 of them are in North Dakota! 3 out of 10! If Minot was a bigger city I am sure it would have been on there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is so painful. If I don't have gloves on for even 10 seconds outside I feel like my hands will fall off. And, we all know my little hand struggles with warmth anyway, so it really causes a problem. But, if I wear gloves it is nearly impossible for me to work my camera when I'm reporting. So ridiculous. I really wonder why people would prefer to live in this climate, rather than somewhere else that won't hurt your skin when you go outside. It doesn't make sense to me...and I don't think it ever will. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think I might have to move to Hawaii or California for awhile before I make it back to Utah. I might need to unthaw for awhile... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-1609259397080789630?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/1609259397080789630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=1609259397080789630' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/1609259397080789630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/1609259397080789630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-may-freeze-to-death.html' title='I may freeze to death...'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SyHBMGhK8aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SdjB6ZG-QrE/s72-c/mal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-2398717628608939937</id><published>2009-11-29T17:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:33:32.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have been homeless for about four months and I thought when I moved to North Dakota I would finally have a home...but no. I was homeless before because I was too prideful to live with the parents, so I jumped from couch to couch...from Provo, to Salt Lake, to Sacramento...Quite the life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMRObOq9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LRPbbJQZdbc/s1600/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMRObOq9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LRPbbJQZdbc/s320/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409686516927231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My room at Sister J's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first few weeks in ND I moved from hotel to hotel, and now I am at Sister Johnson's house (a sweet old lady in my ward). She really is the nicest lady ever and is so nice to let me stay here...I love her! But I really need to just be a grown up and find my own place...My co-workers think it's is so crazy that I am just living with a lady from my church. They already think I am weird and that just adds to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMRO2VGjrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UsL0IGAsoxo/s1600/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMRO2VGjrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UsL0IGAsoxo/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409686524201963186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mint green walls, carpet, and bedspread...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMROo5EngI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BZW6jeQlAvA/s1600/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMROo5EngI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BZW6jeQlAvA/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409686520594734594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...my task this week is to find a home...I'll let you know how it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-2398717628608939937?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/2398717628608939937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=2398717628608939937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/2398717628608939937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/2398717628608939937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-homeless.html' title='I&apos;m still homeless'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SxMRObOq9aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LRPbbJQZdbc/s72-c/IMG_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-6124837615270037763</id><published>2009-11-17T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:07:02.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels and Hard Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SwOA6tuaVrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0ytaRbIMKx8/s1600/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SwOA6tuaVrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0ytaRbIMKx8/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405305723969754802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's my second day on the job...and so far so good. The thing is, now that I am an anchor and reporter I really want to look the part so I wear high heals and suits...but it really doesn't work. Here's a picture of me with a hard hat (which ruined my hair...not okay) and high heels in a construction sight. I looked so foolish walking around the construction workers in a pencil skirt and 3-inch stilettos...and my heels look a year older now. I have so much to learn. It's only been two days, but I am loving it. My first story I went to was about a school that had to close because it only had 5 children attending...only in a small town...I love it. Well, I am not used to 12 hour work-days...so there will be more to come later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531806771999185187-6124837615270037763?l=mallory360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/feeds/6124837615270037763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531806771999185187&amp;postID=6124837615270037763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/6124837615270037763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531806771999185187/posts/default/6124837615270037763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mallory360.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-heels-and-hard-hats.html' title='High Heels and Hard Hats'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132336062690012582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SPemFlu47aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TRPp68b_WxE/S220/mal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SwOA6tuaVrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0ytaRbIMKx8/s72-c/IMG_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531806771999185187.post-8849012634171009230</id><published>2009-05-04T13:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:28:47.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've decided to start blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     Maybe it's because I just graduated, or maybe because all my sisters do and i feel left out, or maybe because facebook is just not enough...but I've finally decided to start blogging. And I am sure that my sister's will tease me relentlessly about some things, but that comes with being the youngest...so fyi, the blogging begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     I graduated two weeks ago...and at the time I thought it was the worst day of my life. Now I'm done wishing I was still a college student and onto real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Sgi82sHXa3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9bS7BMWTry8/s1600-h/100_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Sgi82sHXa3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9bS7BMWTry8/s400/100_0818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334721406361365362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me and the Fam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SgjGVhSIHsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Bpx6B2HRfyI/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SgjGVhSIHsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Bpx6B2HRfyI/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334731831634304706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Heidi and I and our emo pose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SgjPIdBLkYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IrdMh4RAlsc/s1600-h/100_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/SgjPIdBLkYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IrdMh4RAlsc/s400/100_0815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334741502755836290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Marcee thinks she's funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Sgi-izAQPSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t5ETydNB-D0/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r43rrLlLIBE/Sgi-izAQPSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t5ETydNB-D0/s400/IMG_1123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334723263636454690" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; 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