tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702690218785932512011-09-22T12:36:19.221-07:00Matt and Gleidyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18239135840582655824noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670269021878593251.post-5156279375847398192008-05-14T16:07:00.000-07:002008-05-14T16:57:08.924-07:00Today I woke up in a bad mood. I think this is partly because I didn't sleep well last night, and partly because I have a few stress knots in my back --that I got from driving so much this week-- and I have been in a ton of pain. I feel bad because I have been taking it out on Matt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/670269021878593251-515627937584739819?l=matthewandgleidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt and Gleidyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18239135840582655824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670269021878593251.post-22059031801507742552008-04-07T22:07:00.000-07:002008-04-07T22:18:57.254-07:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Matt and I met on Sunday, July 3rd, 2005. We met in the hallway of our singles ward, right before sacrament meeting, at around 2:50 p.m. I invited him to come sit with me and my good girlfriend Kelli. I thought he was pretty cute, but it wasn't until the middle of our first date, July 30th, that I realized what a catch he was. I've been smitten ever since. Matt has been a wonderful boyfriend. We have a lot of fun together either long-boarding, playing tennis, golf, guitar hero, darts, or just doing nothing at all.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/670269021878593251-2205903180150774255?l=matthewandgleidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt and Gleidyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18239135840582655824noreply@blogger.com1