<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 07:10:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>mel-x</title><description></description><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Blue Monday)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-113871674852867336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-31T06:12:28.536-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>My brother came in town this past weekend for his birthday (we are exactly 6 years and 51 weeks apart). We took him (much to his resistance) to the new roller rink in Mansfield. We had a lot of fun despite using muscles we hadn't used since jr high and the fact that the place had a "space theme" and no hardwood floors. Just a multipurpose floor. It was cute to see the 7 year olds breaking it down</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113871674852867336</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112733343272358152</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-21T13:10:32.730-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>This has been 3 weeks in the making and I have spent those weeks pacing and gulping Mylanta, but it was all worth it!Yesterday, I had a meeting with our district manager and the manager of our internet store and they offered me the most amazing position that seems tailor made for me!I am now theinternet merchandiser (checking to make sure the inventory is on the site; basically going through </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112733343272358152</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112598280614808723</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2005 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-05T22:00:21.896-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>yesssssss!</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112598280614808723</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112407917247996446</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2005 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-14T21:13:49.730-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I am seriously starting to wonder if I should have joined myspace because there are a ton of pervs out there and I apparently have a tattoo on my forehead that says "I love pervs, please give me your cell number and a gross photo of yourself sitting in front of your computer with your shirt off" WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME??? I WOULD HAVE HAD IT REMOVED!!!</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112407917247996446</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112178812681703861</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-07-19T08:48:46.823-07:00</atom:updated><title>Serenity</title><atom:summary type='text'>We are back from the great big comic con in San Diego and I am thoroughly satisfied. I got to see THE JOSS two days in a row. The first day was at the Eisner Awards for excellence in comics where he was a presenter and his book Astonishing X-Men was up for nomination. The second day he was accompanied by a few friends...Nathan FillionGina TorresAdam BaldwinRon GlassJewel StaiteMorena BaccarinSean</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178812681703861</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110961000896020888</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2005 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-28T09:00:08.960-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Pet peeves. After reading rearviewwindow this morning, I think I will post mine.-being late-not using a turn signal-repeating myself-unwelcome advice-bad customer service-rerunning Gilmore Girls in random instead of chronological order</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110961000896020888</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110934931143751457</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2005 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-25T10:44:29.886-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday I was checking out my old school's website, Blue Valley Northwest High School, to see if they had any alumni contact information. Not finding anything, I decide to check out the faculty and see who all was there. Pretty much everyone was, except Mrs. Oestreicher (oh-strike-her). Mrs. O was my favorite teacher. She was my mentor and my friend in 8th grade and in high school. She taught </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934931143751457</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110921976152288357</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2005 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-25T08:37:11.506-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>In the immortal words of Ghoti Hook:"There's just one thing that I love more than anything.I hold it so near to my heart.It has just one gear and a pair of blue training wheels,A headlight to see in the dark.I like my bike.It's not like other bikes.It has pinwheels and a purple banana seat,Loud cards in the spokes as they bend.It has a big horn that I honk when you're in my way,So I don't run </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110921976152288357</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110878956853080642</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-18T21:06:08.533-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>My bowling ball is beautiful!We had a lot of fun at work tonight. It involved a lot of opera singing, booty slapping (consensual, mind you) and excitement about the Blind skateboarding team coming to our store on March 5. That is all.BTW, certain Legion members need to post, I must know what is going on with you since we are stuck out here in the burbs and all...</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878956853080642</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110874684098062455</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2005 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-18T09:14:00.980-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Wow, what a WEIRD week. Media circus at my house, V-Day celebrated on Thursday, K-baby not feeling well (and not sleeping well), amongst many other things.We went bowling for my Valentines day (my choice) and had a lot of fun. I would really like to do it on a weekly basis. It'll be like Happy Days and I'll be like "Okay dear, I am going to my league practice tonight. Have you seen my ball?" I'll</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874684098062455</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110806029803024167</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-10T10:31:38.030-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>okay so my posts have been a little schizo lately and to be honest I have mostly felt like my posts. nothing a free hair coloring session can't put a bandaid on for a little while. oh, and my darling daughter fixes everything when she starts giggling at the kitty. but alas it is fleeting and I face again the struggle to find self. there are two certain things: I am a Mother and I am a Wife. most </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110806029803024167</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110789464229716644</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2005 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-08T12:30:42.296-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I'm going through this weird and uncomfortable phase where I can no longer relate to anyone and I alienate everyone I come in contact with. Which is absurd because it is the total opposite of how I have always been. "We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110789464229716644</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110774906413998337</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-06T20:04:24.140-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>25 kinda sucks. not lovin' it.</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110774906413998337</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110620164981274145</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2005 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-19T22:15:50.716-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Hey, I AM my swedish furniture!        And I don't care who knows it.Arriving this Saturday from Eurway! Woo Hoo!</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110620164981274145</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110573028469287843</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2005 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-14T11:18:04.693-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>"Thus commenced the Silent Scream of Death, the scream so high and silent in pitch that only souls in Hell can hear its demon din, the scream that sucks all the air out of the room and sets the world into slow motion.She may not be able to crawl, no, but people, that kid can alter the space-time continuum WITH HER MOUTH."</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110573028469287843</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110437977278153743</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-12-29T20:09:32.780-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Good GOD, Christmastime is finally over. I LOVE working retail, but people are such freaking jerks when they shop this time of year. The act like I personally owe them something and if I don't give it to them they will call my district manager. Who has the time or energy to do that over a lousy 20% discount or a monetary refund instead of store credit? And like I care if they ever shop in my </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110437977278153743</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110356202729919810</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-12-20T09:00:27.300-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>It was very good to party with friends last night. I am currently avoiding cleaning the house before my mother in law and sister in law get here today. David is picking them up at 2 from the airport and I am off to work. </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110356202729919810</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110252862737486661</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-12-08T09:57:07.373-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>With my new hat, I finally get to be who I always wanted to be.</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252862737486661</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110252817805742741</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-12-08T09:52:02.853-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I look forward to your arrival at my house very very soon!oh baby. thank you ebay.</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252817805742741</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110205401387147321</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-12-08T09:50:26.810-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Holy Crap! Best baby store EVER!</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205401387147321</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110201776447663305</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2004 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-12-02T12:02:44.476-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>It might sound consumeristic and shallow and stuff but:Today is a very very happy day 'cause we got Dish satellite TV with a DVR receiver!YAY!!!It gets installed tomorrow.</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110201776447663305</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110088561062092767</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2004 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-11-19T09:33:30.620-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110088561062092767</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110080215341912973</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2004 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-11-18T10:22:33.420-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Greg Bowers, your avatar makes me smile!</atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110080215341912973</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110054254174154106</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2004 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-11-15T10:16:22.686-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>This was a post I wrote about Papa:4.8.2004    My great grandfather, Papa, is hanging in the gray area between life and death right now. He is unconscious and his throat has closed up and can no longer swallow, possibly from a stroke he had sometime this past week. His body is riddled with cancer and they were about to amputate his foot to save the rest of him. But now hospice care has been </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110054254174154106</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110020572464155400</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2004 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2004-11-15T10:24:04.293-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I'm sorry my blog has been the journal of doom and gloom but I have more: My great grandfather Papa passed away last week and his funeral was last Friday. I also found out yesterday that my best friend growing up died last year and I had know idea.Why did Papa have to wait so long to die to alleviate his suffering, but Matt and Danielle were both taken in their mid twenties? Matt didn't even </atom:summary><link>http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110020572464155400</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Melissa)</author></item></channel></rss>