<?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-3724494</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:55:14.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mel-x</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blue Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgLeLU6DUN8/SMp4aYraziI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tufRo_-vMLs/S220/7-12-08yelling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-113871674852867336</id><published>2006-01-31T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T06:12:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/113871674852867336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/113871674852867336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113871674852867336' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112733343272358152</id><published>2005-09-21T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:10:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112733343272358152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112733343272358152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112733343272358152' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112598280614808723</id><published>2005-09-05T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:00:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesssssss!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112598280614808723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112598280614808723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112598280614808723' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112407917247996446</id><published>2005-08-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:13:49.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112407917247996446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112407917247996446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112407917247996446' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-112178812681703861</id><published>2005-07-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:48:46.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112178812681703861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/112178812681703861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178812681703861' title='Serenity'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110961000896020888</id><published>2005-02-28T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:00:08.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110961000896020888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110961000896020888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110961000896020888' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110934931143751457</id><published>2005-02-25T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:44:29.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110934931143751457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110934931143751457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934931143751457' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110921976152288357</id><published>2005-02-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T08:37:11.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110921976152288357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110921976152288357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110921976152288357' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110878956853080642</id><published>2005-02-18T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:06:08.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110878956853080642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110878956853080642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878956853080642' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110874684098062455</id><published>2005-02-18T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:14:00.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110874684098062455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110874684098062455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874684098062455' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110806029803024167</id><published>2005-02-10T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:31:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110806029803024167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110806029803024167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110806029803024167' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110789464229716644</id><published>2005-02-08T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:30:42.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110789464229716644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110789464229716644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110789464229716644' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110774906413998337</id><published>2005-02-05T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:04:24.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25 kinda sucks. not lovin' it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110774906413998337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110774906413998337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110774906413998337' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110620164981274145</id><published>2005-01-19T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:15:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I AM my swedish furniture!        And I don't care who knows it.Arriving this Saturday from Eurway! Woo Hoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110620164981274145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110620164981274145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110620164981274145' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110573028469287843</id><published>2005-01-14T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:18:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110573028469287843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110573028469287843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110573028469287843' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110437977278153743</id><published>2004-12-29T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:09:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110437977278153743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110437977278153743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110437977278153743' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110356202729919810</id><published>2004-12-20T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T09:00:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110356202729919810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110356202729919810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110356202729919810' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110252862737486661</id><published>2004-12-08T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:57:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With my new hat, I finally get to be who I always wanted to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110252862737486661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110252862737486661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252862737486661' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110252817805742741</id><published>2004-12-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:52:02.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I look forward to your arrival at my house very very soon!oh baby. thank you ebay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110252817805742741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110252817805742741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252817805742741' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110205401387147321</id><published>2004-12-02T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:50:26.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Crap! Best baby store EVER!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110205401387147321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110205401387147321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205401387147321' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110201776447663305</id><published>2004-12-02T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:02:44.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110201776447663305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110201776447663305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110201776447663305' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110088561062092767</id><published>2004-11-19T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:33:30.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110088561062092767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110088561062092767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110088561062092767' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110080215341912973</id><published>2004-11-18T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:22:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greg Bowers, your avatar makes me smile!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110080215341912973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110080215341912973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110080215341912973' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110054254174154106</id><published>2004-11-15T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T10:16:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110054254174154106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110054254174154106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110054254174154106' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-110020572464155400</id><published>2004-11-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T10:24:04.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110020572464155400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/110020572464155400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110020572464155400' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109934048333966686</id><published>2004-11-01T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:21:23.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't felt much like writing anything lately. I don't feel like it today but I need to. I am currently listening to Kennedy resist the urge to nap even though she is super tired. She's teething really bad today so everything is going to be a challenge. I'm still sick, this is going on week 3 for the headache/sore throat/fatigue or as Sara B. calls it B-mont Disease. I  worked 6 days in a row </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109934048333966686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109934048333966686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109934048333966686' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109847163172297500</id><published>2004-10-22T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T12:00:31.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I threw up on the way home from work last night. I also feel my third migraine of the WEEK coming on. I am seriously unable to function. I am hurting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109847163172297500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109847163172297500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109847163172297500' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109837048912898929</id><published>2004-10-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:54:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From:	"Stan Godwin" Subject:	Sad NewsPaul Talley (ETSU 1981) and Matt Johnson (TAMUC 2003) were killed in a plane crash Tuesday night while on a flight from St. Louis to Kirksville, MO.Paul was well known for his College and University "slice of life" illustration. Recently he did 2 tours here for our Marketing and web site people. Paul had a knack for capturing campus life and for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109837048912898929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109837048912898929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837048912898929' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109837028257365985</id><published>2004-10-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:51:22.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matt Johnson and Paul Stemmons at TAMU-CommerceRest in Peace Matt. I was lucky to work side by side with you at school. You were truly the person that was most like Jesus and you didn't even have to try.Full Story</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109837028257365985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109837028257365985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837028257365985' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109824551225896564</id><published>2004-10-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T21:11:52.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a weird moment friday night that I just remembered. David and I were driving down 30 heading back home from our buddy Wim's house after some Texas Hold 'Em. I glance out the window and notice we are passing a red Grand Prix and for some reason I look at the liscense plates and I KNOW them. They are MINE. Well not MINE anymore. I had just sold that car that I had driven for 8 years to CarMax</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109824551225896564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109824551225896564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109824551225896564' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109824423666618786</id><published>2004-10-19T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:50:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you didn't understand my last post, I truly think Anne Geddes might be the Antichrist and I KNOW Celine Dion is the Beast.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109824423666618786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109824423666618786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109824423666618786' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109781501453990382</id><published>2004-10-14T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:36:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 John 2:18 - Children, it is the last hour; and as you have heard that antichrist is coming, so now many antichrists have come; therefore we know that it is the last hour. The apocalypse is effing nigh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109781501453990382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109781501453990382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781501453990382' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109781377691316539</id><published>2004-10-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:16:16.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a hybrid of: Indie GirlGirl Next DoorClick on the pictures below to read more:Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109781377691316539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109781377691316539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781377691316539' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109721071484803384</id><published>2004-10-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:45:14.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been inspired to start writing to Kennedy in a journal so she can read it when she is older and catch up on the stuff I was saying to her and all the love I was lavishing on her. I think she would like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109721071484803384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109721071484803384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721071484803384' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109721013947760970</id><published>2004-10-07T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:35:39.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: Prayer request for Gary and Cindy Hogan Gary is serving in Iraq while his young wife is fighting cancer  here.  Bobby S. Briggs, MSgt, USAF 823 ESFS/SFOCFlight Sergeant BAGHDAD AB, IRAQ  My name is Gary Hogan.  Some of you receiving this know me, some  do not.  My wife, Cindy, is 32 years old and has just been  diagnosed 3 days ago with stage 4 cervical cancer and her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109721013947760970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109721013947760970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721013947760970' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109683184936528850</id><published>2004-10-03T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T12:30:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You too can have your very own castle...Go here for full listing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109683184936528850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109683184936528850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109683184936528850' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109591023215286593</id><published>2004-09-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:30:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Story EVER!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109591023215286593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109591023215286593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109591023215286593' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109587074332113007</id><published>2004-09-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T09:32:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was another rough one. Kennedy and I went with David to the radio station because I was tired of being in the house and my emotions were running high. Well, we are there five minutes  and then Kennedy starts in on her colic and I am sequestered in a dark room away from the recording room to calm her down. I rocked, walked, patted, murmured, cried. She wouldn't calm down. We were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109587074332113007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109587074332113007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109587074332113007' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109560564566718296</id><published>2004-09-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T07:58:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE opinions pages...This letter's a doozie!"the books are an instruction manual for witchcraft and satanic sacrifices."Let's burn all the books and while we're at it, our Beatles records too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109560564566718296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109560564566718296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560564566718296' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109487335529190515</id><published>2004-09-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:29:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After some tearful consideration, becoming tired of the same old question "did that hurt?" and being compared to a "hooker," I have decided to  take out the labret piercing. Now before you get all "Damn the Man!" and "do what makes you happy and screw everyone else," I have to say that I am too entirely sick of wondering if my family, whom I love and adore, really appreciate me for who I am or if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109487335529190515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109487335529190515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487335529190515' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109482219744274801</id><published>2004-09-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T06:16:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kennedy isn't feeling well. She has been having inconsolable crying spells while at my Gran's house when I drop her off to go to work. Yesterday was the worst because she had just had immunizations and they made her feel like crap. She cried for two hours. David finally got there and was able to calm her down. I feel massive guilt for leaving my baby several days a week and for burdening my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109482219744274801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109482219744274801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482219744274801' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109426235251611130</id><published>2004-09-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T12:08:21.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A beautiful letter to a daughter.Thank you Daniel Miller for introducing me to this journal. I laugh, I weep, and I cheer for this terrific writer and mother.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109426235251611130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109426235251611130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109426235251611130' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109396562360122005</id><published>2004-08-31T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:20:23.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on the search for the perfect pair of glasses. I have searched and have not found yet. I know they exist! Kennedy and I are going to hit the search trail through Arlington today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109396562360122005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109396562360122005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109396562360122005' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109374661250731847</id><published>2004-08-28T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:22:10.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one of the many faces...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109374661250731847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109374661250731847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109374661250731847' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109336468392512868</id><published>2004-08-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:24:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so out of touch with everybody. Geez.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109336468392512868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109336468392512868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336468392512868' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109228592438632020</id><published>2004-08-11T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:45:24.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scientists in the United States have found a way of turning lazy monkeys into workaholics "Monkeys under the influence of the treatment don't procrastinate"	                                                                    	Dr Barry RichmondUS National Institute of Mental Health      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109228592438632020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109228592438632020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228592438632020' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109181944712355391</id><published>2004-08-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:10:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry and the Pottersawesome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109181944712355391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109181944712355391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181944712355391' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109154694331161768</id><published>2004-08-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T08:29:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you've had too many political discussions when you have a dream that you are campaigning with John Kerry and Bush tries to run you over with his campaign van.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109154694331161768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109154694331161768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154694331161768' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109115959008577203</id><published>2004-07-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:53:10.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reaction to John Kerry's speech tonight:  wow.  He said everything that I wanted to hear and be realized for America and for our family. Unfortunately, politicians do that for a living. But the future he offers has gotta be better than the present state of things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109115959008577203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109115959008577203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109115959008577203' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109106167134677588</id><published>2004-07-28T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:41:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Fast Forward we have a Wonka style promotion where we sell candy bars at 3 bucks a pop and inside a lucky winners candy bar wrapper is a sticker that says you win an exclusive evening with Tony Hawk at a secret location near DFW airport. We had two winners today. There are a total of 100 winning chocolate bars and each admits two people. One lady bought one bar and won it for her son, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109106167134677588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109106167134677588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109106167134677588' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109102209078818947</id><published>2004-07-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T06:41:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And we're back. We must hang with the Legion very very soon. We miss you guys! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109102209078818947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109102209078818947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102209078818947' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-109030067247499984</id><published>2004-07-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:17:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here we are in California...ahhhhh. David and I left Kennedy with her grandma and aunt, commandeered the Jeep Liberty, rolled down the windows and drove down the Pacific Coast Highway to Huntington Beach. It was a beautiful day of walking on the pier, shopping, and watching the surfers. I bought three plastic cameras at the thrift store for a total of $5 and I have been snapping away, trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109030067247499984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/109030067247499984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109030067247499984' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108908305182648554</id><published>2004-07-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:05:11.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I got my first full week in at FF. They trust me enough to open all by myself THREE times this week without another manager in sight until 2 o clock. EEK. I'm sure it will be fine. I like working. I feel the ever present (and totally normal) guilt for leaving my baby for 8 hours, but alas, it must be done. We had burgers with Scott, Tonya, and Garrett today. Scott had not seen our crib </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108908305182648554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108908305182648554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108908305182648554' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108827273395181537</id><published>2004-06-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T10:58:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOT THE JOB!!! I start Monday as the new full time assistant manager at Fast Forward Hulen Mall. YAY! Thanks for the good thoughts, they worked!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108827273395181537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108827273395181537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108827273395181537' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108787849229872633</id><published>2004-06-21T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:28:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey hey hey! Sorry about not posting for awhile. I have this new love in my life and she is such a distraction! Please send good thoughts my way on Thursday at 3pm. I have a job interview with Fast Forward @ Hulen Mall for a full time management position. I am excited at the prospect of going back to work, especially for a place that encourages my piercing and would prefer tattoos and some sort </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108787849229872633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108787849229872633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787849229872633' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108657241693023424</id><published>2004-06-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T18:40:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you K and Em  for your friendship and hospitality (practiced in someone elses home). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108657241693023424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108657241693023424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657241693023424' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108656277223247109</id><published>2004-06-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:59:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went to Axxess today. It was a good feeling being back in the midst of old friends and meeting new ones. It was nice to let go of old cynicism and just enjoy being in a worship setting. It was nice seeing the Cecils, the Godwins, the Barnetts, the Tunes, and the like. It felt like home again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108656277223247109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108656277223247109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108656277223247109' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108542140501753609</id><published>2004-05-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:56:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kennedy Elizabeth HopkinsBorn May 11, 20046 lbs 3 oz19 in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108542140501753609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108542140501753609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542140501753609' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108542122232593312</id><published>2004-05-24T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:53:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. It's been two weeks. She's asleep finally...her days and nights are backwards now and we were awake until 6 this morning, slept until 9. Yes 3 hours of sleep. They tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps, but honestly it's just not really possible. It's nice to get back on the computer again. Kennedy is so beautiful, the photo of her on David's blog doesn't even do her justice. We keep trying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108542122232593312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108542122232593312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542122232593312' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108423430956042626</id><published>2004-05-10T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:11:49.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when you think you can't wait anymore and you are going to explode, God hands you mercy and soon a baby girl. eek!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108423430956042626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108423430956042626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108423430956042626' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108420546068290091</id><published>2004-05-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T09:11:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past saturday we went to Childbirth Prep class at the hospital. It was cool I guess. When the Nurse manager who was teaching asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves and tell when our baby was due, I perked my ears up to see who would be the person with the nearest due date. I was third in line.I though for sure I was the longest suffering person with child in that room, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108420546068290091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108420546068290091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420546068290091' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108394940850610103</id><published>2004-05-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:07:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've completely lost it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108394940850610103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108394940850610103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394940850610103' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108394683704475780</id><published>2004-05-07T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T09:24:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>twenty twenty twenty four days to go-oh-oh,i wanna be sedated.nothin to do nowhere to go-oh-oh,i wanna be sedated.just put me in a wheelchairhelp deliver this babehurry hurry hurrybefore i go insanecan't control my tear ductscan't control my brainoh no-oh-oh-oh-oh.bam bam bam bam ba bam bam bam bamI WANNA BE SEDATED!bam bam bam bam ba bam bam bam bamI WANNA BE SEDATED!I'm so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108394683704475780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108394683704475780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394683704475780' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108381320831205833</id><published>2004-05-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:17:47.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATE: Well, Dr said I am pre-dilated, so we're getting there. I know I know, my little meter down there says I have 26 days to go, but I'm very impatient and so is my mother. and grandmother. and aunt. They are all asking me "WHEN? WHEN? WHEN?" Hell if I know! This baby has got a pretty good life in there, she may not want to leave... much like my brother at my parents house. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108381320831205833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108381320831205833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108381320831205833' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108377623274167039</id><published>2004-05-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:01:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do I have to do to coax this baby out?!? I have had two false alarms already (I refused to go to the hospital until I was sure, thank goodness) and after that I have decided that she can come ASAP. I visit the doctor today, maybe he can tell me that the false alarms were me dilating or something. Here's to hopin'. Thanks Mr. Miller for the hilarious suggested reading material found here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108377623274167039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108377623274167039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377623274167039' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108342799339598326</id><published>2004-05-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:18:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday my love! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108342799339598326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108342799339598326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342799339598326' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108334123782761488</id><published>2004-04-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:11:29.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom called yesterday to ask if I wanted to have lunch today and do something. I'm kind of excited about it. Partly because I have barely left the confines of our house this week, partly because my mom wants to spend time with me. I don't know if it is the fact that I am becoming a mother and we now have something profound to share or what, but it's awfully nice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108334123782761488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108334123782761488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334123782761488' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108316836586223307</id><published>2004-04-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:10:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108316836586223307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108316836586223307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316836586223307' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108312371790640333</id><published>2004-04-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:46:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never been so emotionally unstable as I have been today. I've swung from happy to sad to annoyed to pissed to blubbering to calm to panicky.  I can't take much more of this. I'd like to have my regular hormones back please. Little Bean weighs 5lbs and 7ozs right now. We are 35 weeks along and I couldn't be more ready to see her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108312371790640333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108312371790640333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312371790640333' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108300301750065557</id><published>2004-04-26T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:14:24.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josie and I are watching bugs get devoured by little lizards on the office window. Josie is especially enjoying this, she wishes she could then jump through the glass and devour the lizard that just ate the bugs. It's the food chain at its finest. You should have seen her when 3 lizards decided to succumb to the call of the wild on our window screen. I thought she was going to die. David and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108300301750065557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108300301750065557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300301750065557' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108292912148432171</id><published>2004-04-25T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:42:46.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David is dead to the world right now. I need to wake him soon so that he can co host the radio show tonight. 24 Hour Comic Day was a success for him. Not only did he stretch his creative muscles but he also got to do something that was truly just for HIM. He deserves that a lot. He spends a lot of time doing things for his students and you know I've got him running around in circles for me during</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108292912148432171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108292912148432171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108292912148432171' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108281747934328855</id><published>2004-04-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T07:42:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I agree. I really enjoyed seeing Ira Glass last night. He's so intelligent, witty, and personable. Besides the fact that the two people sitting behind me were most annoying with the chair kicking and the key rattling (mingled with the fact that I cannot sit comfortably for more than thirty minutes or so), the night was great. It was good to see familiar faces there. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108281747934328855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108281747934328855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281747934328855' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108268804900537759</id><published>2004-04-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:44:52.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 68 degrees in our house right now: David is wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and I'm burning like the sun! If I could peel off my skin to get cooler I certainly would. Tomorrow will be the best day ever. I get a haircut (my favorite activity in the whole world) and An Evening With Ira Glass. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108268804900537759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108268804900537759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268804900537759' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108256899781368631</id><published>2004-04-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:40:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wildflower Fest in Richardson!Featuring bands like:Polyphonic SpreeGin BlossomsBlue Oyster CultBlues Travelerand others...Dan, Shnn, and I are already making plans!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108256899781368631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108256899781368631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256899781368631' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108256513240305599</id><published>2004-04-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T09:55:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David hit the nail on the head. There ARE big plans and projects, there IS a kiddo on the way, and we HAVE been getting crazy propositions and houseguests. I think it's going to be all good. Just a few samples from our daughter's soundtrack: (windows media player required)thisthisandthisThere are 16 tracks in all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108256513240305599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108256513240305599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256513240305599' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108255478067128840</id><published>2004-04-21T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T06:43:40.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TA DAAAA! Yay David for helping me put this up and BlogDesigns for the blog design.  Since I'm going through major life changes right now, I thought my blog needed a major life change. There are still a few little things that need to be done. There is no about page or other page. But if you'll notice my email link is my new Gmail account email address. PLEASE update. I've decided to move on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108255478067128840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108255478067128840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255478067128840' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108213754291465156</id><published>2004-04-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T10:49:35.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks K for recommending Firefox for my Mac, I couldn't be happier.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108213754291465156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108213754291465156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213754291465156' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108212861206058065</id><published>2004-04-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T08:20:45.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry for the blog design delay, we have company coming today and we got our baby bed last night and I can't seem to find a hat! BTW I've decided to be early sixties John Lennon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108212861206058065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108212861206058065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212861206058065' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108179313506355618</id><published>2004-04-12T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:13:25.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>needed a change, still working...not where I want it yet. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108179313506355618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108179313506355618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179313506355618' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108143455550262056</id><published>2004-04-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T07:32:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 called in. When he entered into the nursing home he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108143455550262056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108143455550262056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143455550262056' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108126684483664177</id><published>2004-04-06T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:57:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Car dealerships are inherently evil, especially Nazi run Volkswagen. Those MFrs yanked us around for a week with wrong diagnoses, large sums of money owed, and a car that still hadn't been totally fixed. We immediately yanked that stupid car from their clutches and took it to a small shop near our house. They correctly identified the problem (VW had not) and charged us 500 dollars less than what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108126684483664177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108126684483664177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126684483664177' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108126618322712090</id><published>2004-04-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:46:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't get the job at the junior high. It's really ok. I have other resumes working their way to HR people and maybe just maybe they will look past my huge belly and my photography degree and see that I am an intelligent person with tons of adaptable skills. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108126618322712090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108126618322712090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126618322712090' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108079059071959198</id><published>2004-03-31T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T19:40:03.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has seriously been the most effed up week...I'm beyond coherent thoughts or emotions. Oh, and I am subbing on the most unfortunate of days: April Fools. Lord give me strength, for none do I posess.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108079059071959198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108079059071959198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079059071959198' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108052856385797585</id><published>2004-03-28T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:52:52.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a job interview!!! This Wednesday at a junior high in Arlington. It's for the attendance clerk position. I am so pumped. I really hope it goes well and that I can start working again. YAY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108052856385797585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108052856385797585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052856385797585' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108052845031607713</id><published>2004-03-28T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:50:58.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you to all who bestowed gifts upon our little one this past saturday. We had a wonderful time and we are glad those of you who drove so far came and stayed for a bit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108052845031607713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108052845031607713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052845031607713' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108039984299045071</id><published>2004-03-27T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T09:06:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roxanne Bielskis, staff writer at Divergingcomics.com had this to say about David's mini comic Some Other DayWay to go hon, I'll just end this in song:"...you're gonna make it after aaallllll!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108039984299045071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108039984299045071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108039984299045071' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108024333922205841</id><published>2004-03-25T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T11:39:03.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just sitting on the couch eating some fish and peaches and watching Happy Days. This particular episode was kinda funny. The Cunninghams invite this french fencing champion into their home while he is in Milwaukee for a fencing demonstration. He turns his nose up at their offerings of meatloaf and fresh Wisconsin wine, insults America (just like those french people tend to do), so the Fonz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108024333922205841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108024333922205841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108024333922205841' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-108015595748891082</id><published>2004-03-24T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T11:22:40.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the opthamologist today. On the building spray painted in hot pink were the words: "Ninja Jesus"If only I had one of those damn camera phones. All my cameras are rather large and involved. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108015595748891082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/108015595748891082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015595748891082' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107996751719694305</id><published>2004-03-22T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T07:01:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Religion KillsJay Bakker's church</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107996751719694305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107996751719694305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996751719694305' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107996659615389010</id><published>2004-03-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T06:47:10.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find myself in a snowstorm of appointments, poking and prodding me, sticking me with sharp objects, just to make sure the little one and I are healthy. Dietician, opthamology, lab work, and endocrinology...all ruling my life this week. This week is week 30...just a little over two more months to go before I meet my little girl. I already know that she gets hiccups mostly in the morning, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107996659615389010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107996659615389010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996659615389010' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107972797969484917</id><published>2004-03-19T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:29:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for lack of blog posts, been out of town and taking a break. Went to see a specialist this morning and it's official: gestational diabetes. Oh, it'll probably go away once I have the baby, but it sucks. It totally explains why I have been crashing during the day. I get to stick myself 3 times a day and see what my bloodsugar is doing. I practiced twice on David. He's such a brave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107972797969484917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107972797969484917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972797969484917' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107893995986701261</id><published>2004-03-10T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T09:35:44.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Narnia.com"THE WALT DISNEY STUDIOS ENTERS INTO AGREEMENT WITH WALDEN MEDIA TO PRODUCE "THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE"First Film in C.S. Lewis' Landmark Series Scheduled to be Released Christmas, 2005BURBANK, CA ( March 1, 2004) - The Walt Disney Studios has entered into an agreement with Walden Media to co-finance and distribute the long-awaited motion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107893995986701261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107893995986701261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893995986701261' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107884273245741477</id><published>2004-03-09T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T07:21:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107884273245741477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107884273245741477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884273245741477' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107851038560985791</id><published>2004-03-05T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:16:03.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my search for motivation and inspiration:Paper Brigade a site by Matt Rubins, a guy who attended the Kansas high school that I did. Great gallery of up and coming photographers' work.some of his own work here. Great site design.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107851038560985791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107851038560985791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851038560985791' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107850983723976288</id><published>2004-03-05T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:07:23.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From good old StanThere is an upcoming event I hope you will all make it to. On Tuesday, March 30, 2004 in the University Gallery on the Commerce campus The Third Floor Alumni Invitational will open at 7PM. Work from Neal Farris, David Hathcox, Paul Howell, Scott Hunt, Brian Kuntz, John Madere, James McGoon, Greg Milano, Dennis Murphy, Earl Nottingham, Matthew Savins, Mark Seliger, Chris </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107850983723976288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107850983723976288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850983723976288' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107849796509960565</id><published>2004-03-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T06:49:02.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really really really really really really really really need to pick up my camera. any title of 'photographer' that i had earned at one time is completely waning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107849796509960565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107849796509960565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849796509960565' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107833132081240532</id><published>2004-03-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:31:38.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's really sad to see some of these students obsess over getting a A- rather than an A+ and demanding to see their grades from a previous grading period (which can't be changed) and freaking out about it. I say "It's still an 'A.' What are you worried about?" "Well my grade point average...college...National Honor Society...blah blah blah."My thoughts:Have any of you post grads lost your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107833132081240532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107833132081240532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833132081240532' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107833072245187382</id><published>2004-03-03T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:21:37.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Mother Night!by Kurt VonnegutNobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. Youspent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back intime, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who youpretend to be. Oh yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107833072245187382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107833072245187382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833072245187382' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107832979839780636</id><published>2004-03-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:06:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't posted in awhile, a frenzy of teaching high school, registering for baby stuff, and visits from inlaws have kept me running full stop. I spend a lot of down time laying on the couch and bemoaning my poor lower back (its really not used to holding up the large bowling ball that has attached itself to the lower front part of my body). During these times I pull my shirt up over my belly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107832979839780636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107832979839780636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832979839780636' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724494.post-107764863410181972</id><published>2004-02-24T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:53:18.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my baby girl has hiccups right now, such a weird feeling! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107764863410181972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724494/posts/default/107764863410181972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-x.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764863410181972' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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></entry></feed>
