<?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-6468950731539249241</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:12:36.052-06:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Hockey'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Traffic'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='Chris Osgood'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Regrets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='Manners'/><category term='sleeping disorders'/><category term='Jared&apos;s Blog'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='Government'/><category term='Sorrow'/><category term='Alone'/><category term='College'/><category term='Seattle'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Planning'/><category term='DJ'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Idiots'/><category term='Changes'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Redwings'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Pampering'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Special Day'/><category term='Misfits'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Heavenly Father'/><category term='Out of Touch'/><category term='People'/><category term='Good Times'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Bad Ideas'/><category term='Flu'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='Jared'/><category term='Finances'/><category term='Precious Things'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Media'/><title type='text'>Mel's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about what ever happens to be on my mind today. Whether it be my children, my family, my relationship or Hockey - you're going to hear about it with a little bit of humor mixed in the dialog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1384513641128875623</id><published>2009-06-19T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:15:15.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Touch'/><title type='text'>People are way to complex for me!</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that I only have a few more days of my part time job left because there's only so much more drama that I can take.   Without going into detail for legal reasons...I had the biggest shock of my life last night!  I've truly lost faith in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder what drives people to do the things that they do.  I guess desperation maybe?  I'm not sure, but I was really disappointed last night in a particular person that I'd helped several times in my store.  She was very nice and always friendly.  I guess that should have been my first clue; someone trying to be overly friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, a couple of bruises later, I've learned a great lesson, you really CAN'T trust anyone!!  No matter how sweet or innocent someone might appear, they probably have a sinister side that you don't see until its to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just suggest that everyone be very cautious of those you think you might know because there's no telling who or what might be lurking around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1384513641128875623?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1384513641128875623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1384513641128875623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1384513641128875623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1384513641128875623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-are-way-to-complex-for-me.html' title='People are way to complex for me!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-81787255839328974</id><published>2009-06-17T10:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:16:24.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><title type='text'>DOT - Pure Geniuses!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm leaving my house today...in a fairly good mood. I get to the entrance to the highway - Central Expressway (75 S) and I notice its not moving nor is the service road.  Well I've no where to go, so I hop on the entrance ramp and wait my turn. I figure its an accident and I'll get through the mangled mess eventually.  Boy, was I sorely mistaken - but I don't want to jump ahead to quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to plug in the iPod and jam to some tunes.  My car speakers start to poor out the sounds of Journey's "Greatest Hits." As I sing along to "Open Arms" I'm reminded of my childhood when the song was first released and my friends that I used to hang out with.  I remember going to the skating rink and couples skating to this song.  Haha, funny the things that you remember right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the song ends and the next one comes on and at this point I realize that I haven't moved ONE SINGLE INCH!!!!!  I look around me and see others in their cars with the same glazed over looks in their eyes, like - WTF is going on here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and look around the cars to see if I can glance any emergency lights in the distance - nope - nothing - nada - a caravan of brake lights as far as the eye can see.  Well this does not help my cause.  I decide that Journey needs to take a pause and switch on the radio to see if I can catch a traffic report. Surely they will update the status of this monstrosity that is Central Expressway.  I mean this is a main artery into downtown Dallas for goodness sake.  Someone has to know what is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the "Traffic on the Five" report on the news with anticipation.  My palms are beginning to sweat and my heart is beating faster!  I mean its like I'm back in high school and trying out for the cheer leading squad again.  Will they mention 75?  Will I finally find out the fate of this treacherous highway that has now had me sitting in the same spot for 20 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Traffic comes and goes and NO MENTION of Central Expressway at all. What - are you kidding me?  There has to be some mistake! OR is it? Maybe whatever happened has been cleaned up and we're going to start moving any second now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to relax putting faith in the news media.  I mean if there was an issue they'd let me know about it right?  They know people are trying to get to work.  I switchback to the iPod and crank up the volume.  This time - I opt for something my upbeat - I pull out a little Madonna and Justin Timberlake!  From there it just spirals out of control, REO Speed wagon, George Michael, David Cook, Dean Martin,  Duffy, Eagles, Jason Mraz, Kelly Clarkson.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT...I'm still not moving!!! It's been another 30 minutes! I've only gotten about 1/2 mile and there's no where for me to go!  I can't get off - the service road is packed FULL of cars!  Something is seriously wrong!! I switch back to the radio - and this time - I switch to another station hunting for a traffic report...again NOTHING!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - I'm Pissed!  I've got thoughts going trough my head that are not so nice.  I'm cursing in silence.  Which I actually wonder if you curse someone out in your head - does that count as if you were to do it face to face - or out loud?  I'm a little concerned about that.  If so, I have a lot of repentance to work on after this morning's episode.  Personal note - call the bishop for a lengthy conversation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take another look around and notice the dude next to me hitting his head on the steering wheel.  I laugh and he happens to look directly at me at the same time I start laughing.  He does the same thing.  I mean seriously people - what else can we do but laugh?  We're not moving and the temperature is already 80 something degrees out at 8:45 in the morning. Ugh!  Its pathetic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I’m not going to drag this out any longer….It took me 1:45 minutes to go 2 ½ miles.  And do you want to know what the issue was?? The Texas Department of Transportation decided to CLOSE down 75 S at 8am on a Wednesday morning to ONE LANE for road construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What engineering genius thought that up??? I mean really, did someone loose a bet and the rest the North Dallas area had to suffer for his/her wise decision?  I’d just like to shake this person’s hand; because what should have been a 25 minute commute for me took me two hours this morning.  It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just glad to see the bail out dollars at work Mr. President!  Good Job!!  Give these guys a raise – obviously they are doing a BANG UP JOB!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-81787255839328974?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/81787255839328974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=81787255839328974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/81787255839328974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/81787255839328974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/dot-pure-geniuses.html' title='DOT - Pure Geniuses!!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7788688808716059132</id><published>2009-06-16T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:49:22.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I said I wouldn't...But I couldn't help myself!</title><content type='html'>Ok, So I'm sure the majority of you have forgotten my hissy fit I threw with the last season of &lt;em&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/em&gt;.  Well somehow, ABC has done it again and sucked me into this season of &lt;em&gt;The Bachelorette&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was hoping to go the entire season in the closet without anyone knowing that i was watching it; and I was doing a GREAT job too.  That is until last night's episode aired! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed - You left Jilly for your job!!  Srsly? I've never seen a Dude give back a rose before!! But then to see Jillian go into hysterics like she did - OM Goodness - Jillian - momma - PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it ABC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I have a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Where do you get these applicants?? 1-800-Loserville?&lt;br /&gt;2. How freaking gullible do you think we are? (Wait don't answer that question since I'm already into week 6 and haven't missed an episode.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  This is the BACHELORETTE - Not "Guy Code Central". Not one of these guys will throw the other under the bus and fess up - WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE of these guys deserve to be with Jillian in my opinion!  But the BIGGEST LOSER of all is Wes.  Not only does Wes have a girlfriend waiting on him back home - that no one will fess up to Jillian about - he's Self Promoting his own Country Music Album!!!  What a pig!!! The whole thing is disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this movie called "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0294594/plotsummary"&gt;The Gathering&lt;/a&gt;".  It was about a church from the first century that was found buried in England and in the church was a depiction of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ and many anonymous persons watching it.  Well these "people" were not bad people, they were just spectators, if you will.  But because they chose to stop and watch that horrific event that day and not intercede to help Christ, they were condemned to walk the Earth for eternity and watch different "tragedies" unfold.  Such as the Holocaust, Hiroshima, Kennedy Assassination, etc.  And this was called "the gathering."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about the Bachelor and Bachelorette shows!  Because I watched it the very first time - I'm now condemned to watch these horrific shows unfold and never allowed to intercede on anyone's behalf.  Its tragic really.  And I actually get excited when the new season starts.  Why??? Its all going to end the same anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are these sick people going to learn that you cannot find love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On TV with no privacy&lt;br /&gt;2. In a few weeks time&lt;br /&gt;3. While dating 25 other men/ women at the same time&lt;br /&gt;4. While having Producers tell you who should stay on the show and who should probably go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....I'm just saying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7788688808716059132?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7788688808716059132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7788688808716059132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7788688808716059132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7788688808716059132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-i-said-i-wouldntbut-i-couldnt.html' title='I know I said I wouldn&apos;t...But I couldn&apos;t help myself!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-3623955499499113559</id><published>2009-06-15T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:44:32.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Not sure what the Furture holds</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we come to a fork in the road and we're not really sure which direction we're suppose to go. One path looks well worn and so you immediately know that everyone has gone down that road. But the other is more over grown and less visible; yet something deep inside of you keeps calling out to you to go that direction. Do you dare take that step towards the unknown? How to you make that decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you flip a coin? I suppose you could. Heads you go left like everyone else before you; Tails you go right; on a grand adventure into the great unknown. But in doing do so, your decision affects the lives of everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got big decisions to make for myself and my children. The choices that I am making will effect them and their futures. As my oldest is going off to college next year, its not him that I'm worried so much about as it is my youngest. He is a very impressionable young man still trying to find himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's also made his opinions known and his desires are similar to my own. I just wonder if he truly understands the implications of the changes in our lives once we make them. I love my children with all my heart and soul. I would truly die for them and I just want to do what is best for them. But isn't there a time in our lives when we have to start living too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a single mom for 18 years. Yes, you heard me, it will be 18 years in August when my sweet son turns 17! I've never married. All I've ever done is work and raise my kids. I now have this incredible opportunity to move to Seattle, Washington and be with the man I love after my oldest son graduates in June of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that also requires me moving my youngest away from family that he adores and that adores him. Ultimately it needs to be his decision. if he wants to move, he will be 12 years old, he is legally old enough to make that choice on his own. But I wonder if he really knows what it will be like away from his Dad, step-mom and younger brothers. I am seriously struggling with this as a Mother. I wouldn't be human if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not responsible for his brothers as they are not my children, but I love those boys as if they were my own. And I know how much they love my son. He is their older brother and he loves them dearly. To go from seeing him every weekend to once a month and only on holidays is a big change for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that which ever path my son takes, I will support his decision, because I love him and I trust him. I've put my trust in the LORD as I know where he wants me to be. My future is in Washington. I'm not sure what he has in store for my son but I hope that its with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever decision Connor makes I love him. He's my son and he will always be my son. And he's got a great Dad that loves him enough to want to fight for him. But at least we're smart enough to work together for the safety and well being of our son. Because we know that that is what ultimately is the most important thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-3623955499499113559?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3623955499499113559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=3623955499499113559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3623955499499113559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3623955499499113559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-sure-what-furture-holds.html' title='Not sure what the Furture holds'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5977574091126522297</id><published>2009-05-29T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:42:09.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manners'/><title type='text'>Where are your Manners?</title><content type='html'>I've kind of lost my faith in humanity. Its sad really. I go about my day and see people just minding their own business not caring about anyone around them. I can't tell you the last time that someone held the door for me or said hello to me in the elevator just because they wanted to be nice. We all just seem to mind our own business and don't want to get involved with the world moving around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly baffled at the rude behavior that people demonstrate on a daily basis.  Is it just me? Am I too sensitive?  Let me give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mall yesterday and there was a young mother with two small kids. One was in the stroller under 1 years old. The other couldn't have been more than 2 and a half.  She was carrying the  toddler and came to the escalator wither her stroller and obviously had quite a dilemma on her hands as she wanted to hold her toddler and needed to get the baby in the stroller down as well.  Now I know what you're thinking - why didn't she take an elevator?  There was no elevator anywhere in sight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is this poor women trying to figure out how to manage this obstacle, meanwhile, five men walk up and walk AROUND her and go down the escalator.  Now I saw all of this because I was coming Up the escalator.  I couldn't believe it.  I got to the top as this poor woman was near tears.  I took the stroller from her so she could hold the toddler and then helped her down the escalator.  She couldn't have been more grateful.  It took 5 minutes of my time and I was able to help someone in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I really wanted to curse those men to Hell and damnation, I gave them the benefit of the doubt.  I just decided that our society has become so jaded and self absorbed, that they just didn't know any better.  And that is how most people react in our society today.  And it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take anything away from this ranting of mine, please take this, remember those around you.  Extend a courtesy to someone in need or just say hello.  A smile and greeting go a long way in these troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5977574091126522297?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5977574091126522297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5977574091126522297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5977574091126522297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5977574091126522297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-your-manners.html' title='Where are your Manners?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7881364795115179008</id><published>2009-05-20T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:33:54.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redwings'/><title type='text'>I'm alive!!</title><content type='html'>I've been sick and not up to writing on my blog lately.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing better and I thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; let you all know I am ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will let you know that I'm VERY happy that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Redwings&lt;/span&gt; are kicking serious butt in the Stanley Cup playoffs.  I'm holding out hopes for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Redwing&lt;/span&gt; / Penguins rematch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Redwings&lt;/span&gt; win, then my sweetie will have to buy me a pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zetterberg&lt;/span&gt; Jersey.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WINGS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7881364795115179008?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7881364795115179008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7881364795115179008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7881364795115179008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7881364795115179008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-711880909040543692</id><published>2009-05-04T16:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:36:01.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>What's up with the Swine Flu, the Media and Stupid People?</title><content type='html'>All of the schools around me are closing down out of fear that this flu bug will spread to all the kids. Seriously, I think that the media is doing more harm than good in this situation. I think that they have a responsibility to "Stop the Insanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to &lt;a href="http://www.susanpowteronline.com/"&gt;Susan Powter&lt;/a&gt;?  We could really use her crazy antics about now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have created more of the mass hysteria than necessary. People definitely need to be cautious. They need to wash their hands and avoid others that are sick. I mean, that's common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover your mouth when you cough. Don't sneeze on your neighbor. If you're running a fever, or not feeling well, for God's sake STAY HOME people!! And certainly don't send your kid to school so they rest of our kids get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But close the entire school district for a week and a half? Really?? Cancel all sporting events and field trips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then our brilliant Vice President gets on NATIONAL television and tells the world that he wouldn't put his family on an airplane right now! Way to go Mr. Biden, that's the way to reduce fears and calm the American public.  That will help the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone would step back and really take a look at what's going on, its a media frenzy more than a flu outbreak!  There are more media stories about the Flu than confirmed cases of the flu.  Its ridiculous really when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pay the doctor for advice because all he's going to say is this: Drink lots of fluids, get plenty of rest, and keep a box of Puff Plus by your bed.   You'll feel better in about a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-711880909040543692?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/711880909040543692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=711880909040543692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/711880909040543692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/711880909040543692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-with-swine-flu-media-and.html' title='What&apos;s up with the Swine Flu, the Media and Stupid People?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1098102875642547403</id><published>2009-04-24T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:47:51.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redwings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Osgood'/><title type='text'>Get out the broom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SfH6BQ6s1SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XpaBXjiuPw4/s1600-h/smalls2_120_564442_redwings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328314733783995682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SfH6BQ6s1SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XpaBXjiuPw4/s400/smalls2_120_564442_redwings2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause the Wings just swept the series!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that right my fellow hockey fans, my RELIABLE Redwings pulled off the sweep and took the 1st round against the Columbus Blue Jackets in 4 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just goes to show you that nothing good comes from Ohio! So now we wait and see who's going to win to pair us up for round two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I can say is Ozzie's on a roll and he's got a score to settle from regular season people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go Wings!!  Keep the Cup in Hockeytown, USA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1098102875642547403?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1098102875642547403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1098102875642547403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1098102875642547403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1098102875642547403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-out-broom.html' title='Get out the broom...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SfH6BQ6s1SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XpaBXjiuPw4/s72-c/smalls2_120_564442_redwings2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1109789520935404901</id><published>2009-04-21T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:02:43.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Year Old Companion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know when you take a flight and its packed to the gills with screaming kids and complaining passengers?  Well I had that experience going to Seattle this past weekend.  But I had the most interesting seat mate on my journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted.  I had stayed up all night the previous evening packing and getting my kids laundry done.  So all I wanted to do was sleep.  The plane ride was four and a half hours long.  That would be a perfect nap to take before I reached Seattle. Jared and I had plans for going out and the last thing that I wanted to be was tired and grumpy for our date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I settled in ready to take a nice little snooze.  Until I heard this sweet little voice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What your name is?”  I opened one eye, not sure if I heard what I thought I heard.  And I saw the biggest brown eyes on a little boy I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever seen in my life.   He had this cute little grin and his red ball cap was jarred slightly to the left; making his head look just a tad lopsided.  But he could not have been sweeter if I added whipped cream and a cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Melissa. What’s your name?” His mother was sitting right next to me and mouthed the words “I’m sorry.”  I let her know it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and continued my conversation with my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Zachary.”  But there is a shorter way to say that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is?” I said. Acting as if I had no clue what that might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, it’s Zach. Did you know that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Yes, Zach, I did know that. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know that’s what you went by.  It’s very nice to meet you.” And I offered my hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked back at his mother and said “Is she a stranger? Can I touch her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh because at this point, he had already passed the point of “Don’t Talk to Strangers” as his mother very well knew. She looked at me and smiled and then looked at little Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This time I think its okay because I’m here with you.” She told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Mom said that I can touch you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that point Little Zach shook my hand.   Zach and I talked about all sorts of neat things.  Like who had the cooler toys Iron Man or Batman. (Batman won)  Who would win in a fight: Godzilla or Tyrannosaurus Rex.  (Godzilla – but it was a close call) Zach talked about the fact that he can’t wait for the new Transformer movie to come out this summer.  And how hard it is being 5 and having 4 older sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!  He’s got a tough life!!  Little Zach was heading home to Fairbanks Alaska.  He had been visiting family in Louisiana.  A new baby cousin had just been born.  So he informed me that HE was no longer the BABY of the family.  He was a big boy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rightly so.  Then unexpectedly, I got this wonderful declaration from a five year old little boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at him.  His big brown eyes all filled with hope and not a care in the world.  This little angel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have bills to worry about.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to worry about his kids and where he’s going to get the money to pay for their college.  There’s nothing sinister about him, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t want anything from me; Just a simple little boy who met a stranger on an airplane and decided to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,” He said again. “Wait I said that already.” And at that moment I had an overwhelming feeling of Hope for mankind and it was all wrapped up in this small brown eyed little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too.” I said back to him.  And I did.  I really did.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t something I just said to say.  I really did love this cute little boy that made my long unbearable flight an incredible journey for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary went on to Fairbanks and I got off in Seattle.  I’ll never see him again.  But I’ll also never forget him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1109789520935404901?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1109789520935404901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1109789520935404901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1109789520935404901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1109789520935404901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-five-year-old-companion.html' title='My Five Year Old Companion'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5040752749771687345</id><published>2009-04-16T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:13:06.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavenly Father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Every single Birthday is Special</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready to leave on a trip to see Jared for his birthday this weekend. And it gives me time to reflect on the past year that we've spent together and the bond that we've built in our relationship. I'm so blessed that I have this chance to spend this special day with him and share in the celebration of his birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that as we get older we have a tendency to stop celebrating our birthdays and just brush them under the rug. We let them silently slip by in hopes that no one noticed that we turned one year older. The fact that I pulled three more grey hairs from my head this morning has nothing to do with the fact that the number of candles on my birthday cake went up this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any older. Why should I care that I'm celebrating a birthday in October that gives people permission to stop buying me nice cute gifts and in turn give me gifts that are intended for one going into a nursing home.   Its just a number and we really are only as old as we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to get to Seattle tomorrow and see Jared and spend time with him and his daughters.  Even though its only been about eight weeks since we've seen each other, it seems like its been eight months.  Time seems to stand still when you're separated from the one's that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a lot planned, just some quite family time.  But it will be meaningful and fun all the same.  I wish that my boys were going to be with me as well.  That would make this trip all the more sweeter.  But once again Alex has Baseball games and Connor has missed too much school already from the flu this year.  So they'll just have to wait until the summer trip to journey to the Pacific Northwest with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heavenly Father has blessed me and my family so much this past year.  I wish the same for all of you and yours.  As we celebrate in HIS glorious Resurrection this Easter season, I hope that you can all remember that we are all special children of God and so worthy of the sacrifice that he made for each and every one of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what trials are plaguing us today, nothing can compare to the suffering that our Lord accepted as his punishment so many years ago so that we might know Eternal Salvation.  So revel in that Glory and embrace your BIRTHDAY.   Whether that be your day of actual birth or the day of your RE-Birth into the kingdom of Heaven.  We are all worthy of that Celebration and Praise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sing on a mountaintop today, Heavenly Father is always listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5040752749771687345?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5040752749771687345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5040752749771687345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5040752749771687345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5040752749771687345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-single-birthday-is-special.html' title='Every single Birthday is Special'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-4549476691984992811</id><published>2009-04-13T12:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:43:20.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Roller Coaster for One Please</title><content type='html'>Emotional roller coasters are so hard to deal with.  The constant tossing and turning of your insides is enough to make the strongest stomach hurl up their lunch.  It doesn't matter what the situation, we all have our baggage.  Whether its kids, relationships, parents, job, whatever - its there and its waiting to take you on the next thrill ride of  your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it fair of us to drag those we love into the adventure with us? What if they don't like the shock wave antics of the loop-da-loop? Did we ever take that into consideration before we drug them into the front seat and strapped them down? Or did we just assume that they'd go along for the ride as an active participant because they are always willing to try the next big thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at what point do we draw the line and decide enough is enough? When your barf bag is filled to overflowing? When your friend is green at the gills and can't breathe without choking.  I would say, that's probably a good time to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to hear the same thing over and over again. I realize that we all have issues and carry around about 27 suitcases worth of useless baggage.  But honestly, who is it helping?  Are you deriving any pleasure from bringing it up again and again?  I'm not.  I've found that all I'm doing is hurting those I love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to let that baggage go!  Go find the highest building or bridge you can find and open those suitcases and just start throwing out the junk people!  Get rid of all of the vomit and trash that you've been lugging around for months or even years.  Throw it off the building and watch it drop down into oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone from your life are the issues that have plagued you!  Gone from your life are the challenges that have stopped you from achieving your goals.  And gone from your life is the sorrow and pain that has held you back from living your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dump those suitcases that carried those issues around because you don't need those anymore either!  We're no longer going to collect baggage. We're beginning new lives now - Baggage Free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much lighter you feel?  Now go by a new dress and a pair of shoes. I'll bet you're a size smaller. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-4549476691984992811?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4549476691984992811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=4549476691984992811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/4549476691984992811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/4549476691984992811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotional-roller-coaster-for-one-please.html' title='Emotional Roller Coaster for One Please'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-2416171962794545187</id><published>2009-04-12T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:01:17.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>A Class Act Organization!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SeJWbPovtaI/AAAAAAAAANM/4a4QMI8D43I/s1600-h/angelstadium_tribute_041009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323912735559234978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SeJWbPovtaI/AAAAAAAAANM/4a4QMI8D43I/s400/angelstadium_tribute_041009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am truly humbled by the reaction of the Angels Organization with the tragic death of pitcher Nick Adenhart, 22. They have truly reached out to the family as well as fans of Adenhart. But they also remembered that there were two other people that were killed in that car accident by a drunk driver. Henry Pearson, 25, and Courtney Stewart, 20, also were killed that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The blood alcohol limit of the driver that broadsided the car Adenhart was in was three times the legal limit. After running a red light and slamming his minivan into the Mitsubishi Eclipse, the suspect (whom I refuse to name) fled the scene on foot. I'm disgusted that he was even left alive after what he did to those three individuals. But the fact that he was able to walk away, pisses me off even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am glad to know that the loser is being charged with three counts of murder for their deaths. I also feel very sorry for his family. The fact that they have to live with this retched family member's mistake for the rest of their lives as well is a sad daily reminder for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SeJVk2qKuxI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y-ABoYK-psM/s1600-h/Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323911801141377810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SeJVk2qKuxI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y-ABoYK-psM/s400/Angels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its just a devastating loss to loose a gifted player so young. But to see veteran players like Torii Hunter walk up to the pitcher's mound with Adenhart's jersey in hand and then the ENTIRE stadium goes quiet is an amazing sight to behold. This happened before the announcer ever said a word. The fans took it upon themselves to quiet down and give Adenhart, Pearson and Stewart the moment of silence that they deserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Angel's Organization has realized that this is not a publicity ripe opportunity for them. They are focusing on their players, the family and friends. They are offering them the counseling and support that they need in order to get through this hard tragedy. They've had the parents meet with the players so each can express their feelings to one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SeJVk2qKuxI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y-ABoYK-psM/s1600-h/Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am just very impressed at how they have reached out and not made it about them. It has renewed my love of baseball. Some how its no longer about the money and how much someone's contract is worth. Its about the players and their love of the game and each other. And I for one just want to say Good Job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-2416171962794545187?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2416171962794545187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=2416171962794545187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2416171962794545187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2416171962794545187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/class-act-organization.html' title='A Class Act Organization!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SeJWbPovtaI/AAAAAAAAANM/4a4QMI8D43I/s72-c/angelstadium_tribute_041009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-564844977895553476</id><published>2009-04-11T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:51:25.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Where does all of our time go?</title><content type='html'>My oldest son Alex has picked a specific university to correspond with that he is interesting in attending after graduation next June. I submitted his online paperwork today to get the application process started for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, How did my little red haired baby boy grow up so fast? I remember him on his first day of kindergarten and how excited he was; now he's applying to colleges and planning the rest of his future. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that he's taking an interest and being proactive; but I'm sad that the last 12 years of schooling seem like a big blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm ready for him to go off to college and begin that whole new chapter in his life. I've been his only support his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how the rest of my life is going to go? You blink your eyes and you miss the birth of your child. You sneeze and your child graduates school. I missed my 20th high school reunion last summer. Twenty years! That's just amazing to me. I still remember Clarice Tinsley from CBS here in Dallas speaking at my graduation. It seems like it was just yesterday, but it will be 21 years ago this coming June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm feeling old, that's not the problem; its that I feel like I've missed things. I feel like my kids have grown up in front of me but I've been wearing blinders that are only open certain times of the day. Before I know it my youngest will be driving! Ugh, God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just sad how fast the time goes and we don't realize it until our kiddos are grown and gone from the house. I don't know what I'm going to do once Alex is gone away to school and I can't see him everyday. He's my first born, my sweet baby. I won't be able to see his sweet face every day. Now I'm sure that he would say that's a blessing, I think its sad. I'll miss him. But i know that at some point we need to let our "babies" go and move on to live their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if I'm ready to cut those strings yet. Its going to be hard. I spoil my kids way to much and I know that in order for them to survive in today's society I need to teach them to sink or swim otherwise I will be doing them a huge disservice. They will never learn to take care of themselves if momma is constantly supporting them and giving them money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ready to back up and let Alex make his own mistakes and learn his lessons. I just hope that I can be a good teacher and learn patience in the process. Because as we all know, every opportunity is a learning opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-564844977895553476?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/564844977895553476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=564844977895553476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/564844977895553476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/564844977895553476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-does-all-of-our-time-go.html' title='Where does all of our time go?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5954796399336750278</id><published>2009-04-09T12:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:28:40.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>I'm a Horrible Person, But Forgiveness is Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm not a fan of the TV show "Sex in the City".  But I did happen to see the movie while I was stuck in bed sick. Why did I watch the movie if I never watched the show?  Because I was too sick to try and find my remote control so I watched it like three times.  The good thing is, I kept falling asleep so I think between the three times it was on, I've seen it only once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will tell you that I think Jennifer Hudson is a fantastic actress and she deserved that Oscar she won for Dreamgirls.  But I digress as that is not the topic of my story today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In my foggy haze of sickness I gathered that the main character Carrie was left at the alter by her fiance Jon "Big" Preston and that Miranda's husband Steve has had an affair because he feels un-needed by Miranda.  Now whether that's how it really happened, is not the point.  There was a scene in the movie that I did watch that struck a chord with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carrie and Miranda were sitting in a cab after having had an argument and Miranda was begging Carrie to forgive her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carrie: "You know you badger me to forgive you after three days, but yet you won't forgive Steve after six months." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Miranda "That its completely different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carrie: "It's Forgiveness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And there you go. Those two words said it all for me, Its Forgiveness.  It doesn't matter if I stole a pack of gum or ran over your dog with my car, its Forgiveness. There is no fuzzy grey area. It is crystal clear, black and white. You either forgive me or you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now I'm not saying that there are not consequences for said actions, but I am saying that we should be honest when we tell someone we forgive them.  There are so many of us walking around with these huge chips on our shoulders because someone made us mad or offended us in some way.  We always say, "I'll forgive you If..." and attach a list of conditions onto the end of the statement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I say, let it go. Seriously, is it that big of a deal to waste one more bit of your energy on the situation. Just forgive and forget. If you've wronged someone, apologize. Reach out to that person, own up to it and take responsibility for what it is you've done wrong.  Even if it is hard and you have to swallow your pride.  "Man up" as Jared would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know I'm trying to.  I'm estranged from my parents right now.  I wronged them. My past actions caused the estrangement and I take that responsibility on fully by myself.  But I've also asked forgiveness so now the choice is up to them. They either accept my apology and we move forward or they don't and I'm left without two parent's that I love very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This Sunday is the Celebration of the Resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  I hope that you are all reminded that he died on that cross for ALL of our sins; not just ones that he thought were worthy.  Every one of us is worthy of HIS Forgiveness.  All you have to do is ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because I know I will continue to ask until I right the wrong I caused. I'm not a bad person, I've just made mistakes in my past that have hurt others.  And there just comes a time when enough is enough and they just have to close the door to shut out the pain.  Now I have to work on getting that door opened again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And with Heavenly Father's help, I know that eventually I'll be able to do that.  Maybe not in this life time, but I'll do my very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because like I said, Forgiveness is Forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5954796399336750278?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5954796399336750278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5954796399336750278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5954796399336750278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5954796399336750278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-horrible-person-but-forgiveness-is.html' title='I&apos;m a Horrible Person, But Forgiveness is Forgiveness'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-6998651098835003386</id><published>2009-04-08T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:31:05.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep never came....But an idea did!</title><content type='html'>OK, so once  again, I had trouble sleeping last night.  No surprise! As I was rolling around in the very large bed I share with the dog and cats, I had an Epiphany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these Corporate Giants (I use that term loosely) that ran these billion dollar companies into the ground and then had the government bale them out; only to receive several million dollar bonuses in return should have to take their entire annual income - including all bonuses and write a check to all those Americans that lost their jobs or 401K accounts.I know that this wouldn't amount to many, but I figured it was a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we should go and have a massive garage sale of all their stuff and see how much money we can liquidate their assets for cash.  Again, check to those individuals who lost their jobs and 401K accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lets have a foreclosure auction and sell all their houses in the Hampton's, Palm Springs, Florida, and wherever else they happen to have land/properties.   I figure we could come up with the $36K the government is demanding that each American individual cover for this corporate screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take all the corporate property away from them and sell it off, maybe we'll have enough money left over to buy them all a one way ticket to Hell - because that's where they all belong.  And I know just the Bus driver to take them there!  Mr. Madoff is earning his license as we speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-6998651098835003386?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6998651098835003386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=6998651098835003386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6998651098835003386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6998651098835003386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-never-camebut-idea-did.html' title='Sleep never came....But an idea did!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1448148034879727009</id><published>2009-04-07T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:01:33.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Movies with Memories</title><content type='html'>You know when you hear a certain song or see a certain movie, it brings a memory back that was really special to you? Well that happened to me this past weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine happens to be a movie, and that movie happens to be "Fried Green Tomato's." Now if you're a Dude and you've never seen this movie, its still a great flick, and I suggest you secretly put it in your Netflix queue and watch it!  I love it and every time I see it I am reminded of my very best friend Amy.&lt;verdana&gt;&lt;/verdana&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me take you back a few years....It just happened to be a few months before Amy gave birth to her daughter. She went into premature labor at work and walked over to my cube to tell me she was having contractions.  Well I can't remember why, but for some strange reason, her husband wasn't able to take her to the hospital and he would meet her there later. So since I have the honor of being her best friend, I took her.  We got her in a room in her cute little "I don't cover anything" gown and tucked in her bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we were. Amy tucked tight under the covers in bed. And me right next to her, holding her hand telling her everything was going to be alright.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing you need to know about sweet Amers is that she is very holistic and careful about the things she puts in her body.  She doesn't take medicine if its unnecessary.  This is not some whim that she's adopted, she's been this way as long as I've known her. And I love her for it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway,  This Horrid nurse walks in, demanding Amy allow her to give her this medication that will stop the contractions.  Well Amy is in FREAK OUT stage now people.  Because "Ugly Nurse Betty" (that's what we'll call her) is basically telling Amy that she's going to kill her baby if she doesn't take the meds because the baby will deliver too early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa Ugly Nurse Betty! Could you be more of a Drama Queen? If she doesn't want to take the medication, she doesn't want to take the meds.  We all know that AMy would never kill her baby - but Ugly Nurse Betty is being VERY mean to Amy and trying to scare her into taking the medication.  I ask Ugly Nurse Betty if Amers can call her husband before she administers the drugs.  Just to talk about it with him.  That was agreed and Nurse Betty stormed out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amers and her husband decided that it was in the baby's best interest to take the medication so this is where the tale begins....because once Amy agreed to Ugly Nurse Betty's demands, she became...Angel Nurse Betty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is where "Fried Green Tomato's" enters our story because Nurse Betty brought Amers and me a VCR and some movies to watch while we waited for her contractions to stop.  All the while we talked about the baby, names, how her son was going to feel about having a sibling, and just a lot other things. We laughed alot!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fact that she and I watched this movie together and built a bond that will last our lifetime means so much to me. We learned things about each other that we might never have had the chance to talk about.  But when you're sitting in a hospital room, you have all kinds of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be asking me, why I'm bringing this up?  Well this weekend while I was laying in bed sick, "Fried Green Tomato's" came on Showtime.  I watched that movie three times and every time I watched it I thought of Amy and that hospital room and her sweet daughter who shares my middle name.  I cried every time I watched it because I love Amy, her three children and her husband like they are my own family.  And I do consider them my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have such wonderful people in our lives and are so blessed to share those experiences with them.  I called Amy over the weekend just to let her know that I was thinking about her and that I watched that movie.  We need to let the people in our lives know they are important. Tell them how you feel.  Because you never know if you're going to get that chance again.  You never know when the Lord is going to call you or them home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love on your Children,  Family and Friends.  Because I promise you that you will get the same in return!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1448148034879727009?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1448148034879727009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1448148034879727009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1448148034879727009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1448148034879727009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-with-memories.html' title='Movies with Memories'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8047350465345674547</id><published>2009-04-07T00:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:19:11.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Opinion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a discussion with some very old family friends yesterday and it came up that I converted to the Mormon faith. A decision that I'm very happy about. But she was curious as to my decision to change from Catholicism to Mormonism. Well this in turn led to a deeper discussion about ALL faiths and then it came out that one of my friends doesn't believe in organized religion at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a blow to me.  I am very close to this person. I know this person to have been raised in the church and I thought that she had a strong testimony of our Heavenly Father.  I was apparently very wrong.  She believes that the Bible is just a historical book written by people of no significance and thrown together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get great peace and joy from reading my Scriptures on a daily basis.  In one instance she is correct, the Bible is a historical record; its a historical record of the beginning of all existence.  Its a record of the crucifixion and suffering of Jesus Christ. Its a record of the glorious Resurrection of our savior. And its a record of what is to come and how we should be preparing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked her how she feels when she walks into a church and she said "nothing."  I was heartbroken.  She asked me what I felt and I told her that I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and love. She had a look of shock on her face; like she was dumbstruck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be honest, I love going to church.  I enjoy reading my scriptures and spending time in prayer.  My quiet time with my Heavenly Father is my favorite time of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that that are thousands of different religions in the world.  And we all have different beliefs.  I'm curious what your Faith practice is and how you feel.  I'd love to hear from all of you that read my blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please don't hold back.  I'm not here to judge you; I honestly want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8047350465345674547?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8047350465345674547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8047350465345674547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8047350465345674547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8047350465345674547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-your-opinion.html' title='What&apos;s your Opinion?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-106327481411562989</id><published>2009-04-02T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:14:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson...ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>Chores, chores, chores! We all have them! They're a bummer but we have to do them to keep our homes in order.  Well last night I wasn't feeling well and I couldn't sleep - again - so I put my ear buds in, from the iPod and cranked on the current single from American Sweetheart Kelly Clarkson, "My Life Would Suck Without You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, tunes a-go-go...clothes piled on the bed and I'm folding away.  All of the sudden I start nodding my head slowly to the beat of the music. Back and forth, in perfect time with the drums and then a little guitar sneaks in and my shoulders join in the movement. Al the while, I'm folding my son's baseball uniform from the game the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all subconscious reaction on my behalf.  Kelly's singing along..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cuz we belong together now,  Forever united here somehow,  you got a piece of me,  And honestly&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;  I've now moved on to some towels.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hips are moving back and forth now people!  I decide at this point to throw caution to the wind start singing at a low whisper.  That lasts all of three words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now at a full yell ~ MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU! Sing it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dancing around the room! Forget the laundry....Kelly and I need this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye,  Maybe I was wrong for tryin’ to pick a fight, I know that I’ve got issues, But you’re pretty messed up too,  Anyway, I found out I’m nothing without you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooo......Oooppps, Interruption, Son walked in.....embarrassing.  He's 11 - he joins in.....Back to Kelly........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My life would suck without you, Being with you is so dysfunctional, I really shouldn’t miss you, but I can’t let go, Oh yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow!! That was Fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it again......I'll fold clothes tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-106327481411562989?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106327481411562989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=106327481411562989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/106327481411562989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/106327481411562989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/kelly-clarksonrocks.html' title='Kelly Clarkson...ROCKS!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-3690819290693993036</id><published>2009-03-31T12:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:01:10.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy American's...really are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SdJoEh4VhSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N6Kn65tF7_w/s1600-h/unemployment.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319428536901403938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SdJoEh4VhSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N6Kn65tF7_w/s400/unemployment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright, I'm going to vent about something. I work in a lab with a lot of foreign individuals and they were actually complaining to me about the lack of jobs available to them because of people from their country coming over and taking the jobs away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Really? Are you complaining to me about the lack of American jobs availalbe to you. I honestly had no response to them. And then they proceeded to rant on about how they felt sorry for the Chairman of GM that was "forced" to resign after reducing his salary to $1.00 a year. Hello, I'm sorry, what planet did you step off from that a $25 million pension wasn't an acceptable severance package? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, they were upset because he was made to be the fall guy? Okay, lets step back a minute and re-evalute things. I am a running a multi-billion dollar corporation. Its sales are in the toilet, I'm bleeding money out every pore and my executives don't seem to know what the phrase "stop spending" means. Should I still keep my job? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I find it interesting that Americans and foreigners living in America have differing views on American politics. Yes, we helped bail out the failing Auto industry, but just because we helped them, doesn't mean that someone didn't have to pay for the screw up to begin with. But their opinion is that who better to fix the problem than the people that have been working there and know the industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I agree with that on a certain level, I also agree those are the same individuals that got us in this mess to begin with. We might seem like crazy Americans to the rest of the world, but why is the rest of the world trying to cross our borders? Why is the rest of the world coming to our country and taking our American jobs? America must be doing something right, even if we are in a recession right now, we're still leading the pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-3690819290693993036?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3690819290693993036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=3690819290693993036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3690819290693993036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3690819290693993036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-americansreally-are-we.html' title='Crazy American&apos;s...really are we?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SdJoEh4VhSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N6Kn65tF7_w/s72-c/unemployment.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8510691497890063614</id><published>2009-03-30T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:01:38.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Squables...We've all had them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, those of you with children will appreciate my blog today.  Brothers are something that I never had to deal with growing up.  I have two sisters.  My younger sister and I were inseparable as kids. We did everything together.  We had a lot of the same friends and played a lot of the same games, toys, activities etc.  Well I had less in common with my older sister, she was three and half years older than me and she was off scouting boys with her girl friends when I was still throwing my Barbie doll off the end of the boat dock to see if Barbie could swim. (Barbie’s pool was not nearly big enough.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my boys are at a disadvantaged five and a half years apart. And although they love each other unconditionally, right now, I know that Alex wishes he was an only child.  For some strange reason, unbeknownst to me, or Alex, Connor has gotten into his little head that Alex will take him to school on Monday mornings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Alex has power lifting on certain days.  On those days, Alex leaves very early in the morning and returns to the house as the rest of us are actually climbing out of bed.  So SOMETIMES, Alex will ask Connor if he’d like a ride to school.  The fact that Connor has a cool older brother that plays Varsity Football and Baseball; and he’s offered to drive him to school, that rates way above the yellow school bus! So Connor has now decided that this should happen every Monday regardless of Alex’s schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning Alex didn’t have Power lifting due to a game this evening and Connor missed his bus ride. And let me just say….it was not pretty. When you wake a teenager that has an additional hour of sleep left, that is not a pretty site.  To top that off, add to that his little brother who says, “Well he always takes me on Mondays so I didn’t hurry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, not the right response from the ten year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, chaos ensued at my house this morning. I had the older one refusing to take the younger one. I have the younger one yelling that “Alex is going to kill me once he gets me in the car!”  They can be such drama queens at ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I’d had enough. My head was killing me and I was trying to get ready for work. I didn’t need all of these theatrics before a long day at the office. Your home is supposed to be a place of rest and right now it was the Wild Kingdom and my boys were fighting for rights to king of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m assuming that Alex eventually took Connor to school because when I got out of the shower Connor was gone and my house was quiet. I’ll have to check for  Connor tonight to make sure Alex didn’t assault my youngest (haha).  I keep asking Jared if its normal since he has a brother, and he assures me that brothers fight. Its what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, I don’t remember ever hauling off and decking one of my sisters; but then again, that was a long time ago.  I might have gotten a few good swings in that I forgot about.  But it was purely self-defense – I assure you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8510691497890063614?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8510691497890063614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8510691497890063614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8510691497890063614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8510691497890063614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/sibling-squablesweve-all-had-them.html' title='Sibling Squables...We&apos;ve all had them'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7025591631903011461</id><published>2009-03-29T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:42:14.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><title type='text'>Its so hard to be alone - But no one should have to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This past weekend I watched an episode of the "Dog Whisperer" with Cesar Milan. The case involved a wheelchair bound woman named, Anita Brandenburg, with a service dog named Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/videos/player.html?channel=39678"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/videos/player.html?channel=39678&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog is amazing. He opens doors for Anita, Beau will turn lights on and off. He will even knock items off the grocery store shelf and then pick them up with his teeth and place them in the cart for her. He truly is a gifted animal. But he's more than animal to Anita. He is the only family or friend that she has. She is truly alone in this world. She is a modern day hermit in today's society. There is no one else to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Anita's family is deceased. She doesn't belong to a church, so she has no interaction with anyone. I think that when Cesar heard her story, he was more concerned about her own self exile than about Beau's anxiety with riding the bus. He immediately made the decision that she needed to be involved with children and showing off Beau's abilities as a service dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cesar's generosity towards Anita gave her the confidence that she needed to reach out to new people and begin making contacts; possibly new friends. And i hope that she was able to make some good friends to help keep her company, because the thought of her being alone, breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we all take our friends and family for granted. I know that I do. I have two wonderful sisters that I don't tell near enough; I love you. Or my parents for that matter. No matter how mad we get at one another, for all eternity, we are family. Whether we like it or not amends need to be made because your family is your life. And we should all cherish the ones that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to have a wonderful man in my life who I love very much; and I've waited a long time for someone like him. But the wait was well worth it because he's an amazing man, father and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to be alone. You're alone if you choose to be alone. There are people all around us everyday. At church. At work. At the grocery store. All over the place. All we have to do is reach out and make that connection and someone will reach back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, and I made the best friend in the world. Granted, we're separated by 1600+ miles right now, but that's only for the short term. Once I can get relocated, we'll be together permanently. But my point is, If you make that leap, someone will be there to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Anita it was Cesar and the children. For me it was Jared. There's no telling who yours is...but he/she is out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7025591631903011461?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7025591631903011461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7025591631903011461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7025591631903011461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7025591631903011461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-hard-to-be-alone_29.html' title='Its so hard to be alone - But no one should have to be'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1328891252629239216</id><published>2009-03-26T14:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:57:26.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Bad Day....</title><content type='html'>I am not having the best of days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of my anti-anxiety medication. I'm tired. No one has made me laugh today. And to top it all off, I was helping another group out by writing some test cases for them and their PM told me I wrote the wrong thing. UGH!~ Even if its usable stuff, its always disappointing to let someone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the "Calgon take me away." line can fix this dreary day.  The best thing would be to go home, order a pizza from Mr. Jim's, snuggle on the couch with Jared and watch a great movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Wait, he lives in SEATTLE!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darn day keeps getting better and better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1328891252629239216?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1328891252629239216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1328891252629239216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1328891252629239216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1328891252629239216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-6778843941904317521</id><published>2009-03-26T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:15:47.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>I seriously need some sleep!!</title><content type='html'>I've not been sleeping lately.  I don't know if its because I'm now putting in long days with two jobs or the stress of having to look for a new full time one...I have no idea.  But I'm exhausted!  I need some serious nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been myself lately at all. I've been crabby and I seem to be snapping at everyone.  And that is just not who I am normally.  I need help!  I've been taking some Melatonin at night, which helps, but eventually wears off and I can't get back to sleep. So I'm left tossing and turning trying to wish myself at least a couple hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how hard it is to function when you are so tired that your eyes want to remain a constant state of closed. You can't drive very well, you risk the possibly of ramming into the car in front of you. You certainly can't do your job; God forbid you send that inappropriate email to "Reply All" and your boss gets a hold of it.  And we definitely can't go out.  There's no telling who we'd end up bringing home with us!! I'll just stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say that sleep is definitely an important factor in our lives that we need to keep up on; I'm just having a very difficult time doing just that.  I'm miserable. I'm up at 3am doing laundry because I have nothing else to do.  Normal people are enjoying their R.E.M. dream state and I'm unloading the dish washer and mopping the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to talk to my neurologist. After all, I pay him plenty of money anyway, maybe he can run a sleep study on me and find some crazy reason why at 4:15 in the morning, I'm finally ready to go to bed when the rest of the world is beginning to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-6778843941904317521?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6778843941904317521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=6778843941904317521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6778843941904317521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6778843941904317521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-seriously-need-some-sleep.html' title='I seriously need some sleep!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-3933217025554759906</id><published>2009-03-25T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:49:08.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Changes are coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been on the receiving end of teasing? Its not so fun at times.  I love dishing it out, but it’s a completely different ball game when I’m on the receiving end!  I’m an extremely sensitive person and I have a tendency to take everything literally and to heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard to live in a glass house and not throw stones.  We all criticize.  We all see things that we would have done differently or would have said better. But how do we control the urge to not act on the natural instinct to fit in and just be one of the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to do that lately, and its just not working out for me.  Its just not who I really am and someone called me on it today.  I’m glad that they did because it really opened my eyes to the situation so that I could take a step back and appreciate my actions for what they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try and live a life that glorifies my Heavenly Father.  But recently I have been lacking in certain areas.  And I can feel a difference in my soul. I can’t put my finger on just one area, but I know that something is missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making it my personal goal to grow spiritually and emotionally over the next several weeks and see if things start to come around for me.  I’ll update my progress on my blog so you can see how things are advancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Then….&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-3933217025554759906?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3933217025554759906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=3933217025554759906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3933217025554759906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3933217025554759906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes-are-coming.html' title='Changes are coming'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8066724045704330277</id><published>2009-03-19T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:05:34.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I started my part time job yesterday.  I loved it!! It was fun and a serious change of pace than my normal day job.  I took a sales position at a local clothing boutique and being around people and helping them put cute outfits together is really a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This really is just a no brainer for me! I can earn extra money and not have to stress out about the normal day to day operations of my 9-5 job.  A bonus with this...I get a store discount. =) I just need to remember to not spend all the $ I make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm seriously going to try and sleep now. It's 3am and I'm still awake. Not great for someone who has to be focused and alert for testing in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until Later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8066724045704330277?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8066724045704330277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8066724045704330277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8066724045704330277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8066724045704330277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-job.html' title='New Job....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-2883837394284589541</id><published>2009-03-18T23:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:19:10.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Life is spontaneous~ So I have to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/ScHjRj2ZNlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vXlByIwOTGw/s1600-h/P2220015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314778926094562898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/ScHjRj2ZNlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vXlByIwOTGw/s400/P2220015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know when you have your plans all mapped out and everyone else around you has the same plans? That just happened to come into play this week and the trip that Jared had scheduled to come into town in April got cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was heart broken! It was going to be this great reunion with both my sisters and brother's in laws here in Dallas. Life had other plans this week and didn't care what Jared's or my schedule looked like. But you know what, things actually worked out for the best!! I've now flipped my trip and now I'm going to Seattle for Jared's birthday in April. Yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I thought was a sad and upsetting situation turned into a great opportunity to celebrate my guy's birthday with him. Where as before he was going to be in Dallas the weekend before his birthday. So it all worked out for the best. Now his sweet girls and I can make him dinner and bake him a cake. Meat and Potato pie and carrot cake - all his favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I need to get used to a little spontaneity in my life and things will be fine. Because there's always a silver lining somewhere to be found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-2883837394284589541?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2883837394284589541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=2883837394284589541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2883837394284589541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2883837394284589541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-spontaneous-so-i-have-to-be.html' title='Life is spontaneous~ So I have to be'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/ScHjRj2ZNlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vXlByIwOTGw/s72-c/P2220015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8577517614369938796</id><published>2009-03-17T15:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:28:17.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not Vain, You're taking Pride in Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What a crazy day its been! Do I tan or not? Ugh, what's a girl to do? I hate wearing pantyhose so I have to tan my legs. I hate the self tanners because they all seem to turn me some wretched shade of burnt orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Girls, you have this argument, well maybe not this argument, but something similar to this every day! We all do. How to keep ourselves looking nice. But I wonder, does that make us vain or prideful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vain is defined as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;excessively proud: excessively proud, especially of personal appearancance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;But I think if you're just taking Pride in your appearance, does that really make you Vain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I enjoy getting my nails done and going for a pedicure once a month. I don't consider this a vain habit. I do this so that my nails are kept neat and clean and my feet are nice and polished so that I can wear opened toed shoes. Is this a luxury? Absolutely! And its also the first thing in my budget that goes when I can't afford it for the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I go every six weeks, like clock work, and get my hair cut. Why, because I can't stand split ends. Is this vain? No, I take care of my hair. I grew up with long hair and the way to take care of your hair was to keep it trimmed about every 6-8 weeks. So I got in the habit of getting my hair cut. It keeps my hair healthy and shiny. If I choose to let my layers grow out, I just get a small amount trimmed off to keep it healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Its one thing to care about your appearance, its another to be prideful and boast about how beautiful you are. Now take for instance Paris Hilton, I would consider her a vain person. Someone needing constant attention and reassurance about how beautiful she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I recently watched a TV program called "True Beauty". The whole concept of this show was to take amazingly beautiful people and see what they did in different situations. But what the contestants didn't know is that they were being filmed EVERYWHERE. They were being judged on their inner beauty as well. When all was said and done, it was sad to see how "ugly" these beautiful people really were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;One of the things I love about Jared is that he's a Hair guy. He will notice a woman's Hair before anything else. (well maybe not the first thing...but for my blog sake, that's what we're going with!) He'll tell you that if a women will take pride in her hair that she'll take pride in the rest of herself. And you know what, he's right. And I have to be honest, the rest of the Misfits agreed with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So the next time you want to get your Hair done, or your nails done, or buy that new dress - GO FOR IT! It's not vain. You're just taking pride in your appearance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Have a Great St. Patty's Day All. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8577517614369938796?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8577517614369938796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8577517614369938796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8577517614369938796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8577517614369938796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-not-vain-youre-taking-pride-in.html' title='You&apos;re not Vain, You&apos;re taking Pride in Yourself!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-6328406362763246483</id><published>2009-03-13T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:42:52.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><title type='text'>Stimulus Money for Good Grades - Are you Kidding Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just heard the following news report on NBC News Channel 5 in Dallas.  I am surprised, saddened, and disgusted all at once.  The fact that Rep. Deshotel is trying to PAY students to make good grades is troublesome.  But the idea that he wants to take it out of the Economic Stimulus Package? That goes beyond crazy.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about we feed the thousands of hungry school kids that are only getting one meal a day because of the School lunch program? Or how about hiring back some of the many teachers that were laid off because of budget short falls?  Read the story below and give me your thoughts on the subject.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Grades + Bad School = Payday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/results/?keywords=%22FRANK+HEINZ%22&amp;amp;author=y&amp;amp;sort=date"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;FRANK HEINZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated 11:05 AM CDT, Fri, Mar 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Students who earn good grades at bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Texas" href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/topics?topic=Texas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; high schools could earn cash from the state.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Democratic state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Joe Deshotel" href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/topics?topic=Joe+Deshotel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rep. Joe Deshotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Beaumont" href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/topics?topic=Beaumont"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beaumont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, proposed a pilot program to give students at low-performing schools cash for good grades in core subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Deshotel's plan, schools rated academically unacceptable would be selected through a lottery to participate in the program. Freshmen at those poor-performing schools could then earn $50 for each A, $35 for each B and $20 for each C in core classes of English, math, science or social studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Students would be paid half of their earned money at the end of each grading period and the other half at graduation -- a move undoubtedly designed at boosting the state's graduation rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshotel said the dropout rate "is unacceptably high in Texas." He adds that if the cash rewards help to lower that rate, the Legislature could look at expanding the program. It remains to be seen if the program ever plans to pay students at higher-performing schools for earning the same grades as their peers in lower-performing schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funding for Deshotel's program would come from the $6 million for education the state is expected to get from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Barack Obama" href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/topics?topic=Barack+Obama"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;President Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'s stimulus package.&lt;br /&gt;Texas is not unique in this idea. Other pay-for-grades programs are in place in Chicago; Baltimore; New York; Tucson, Ariz.; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Washington, DC" href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/topics?topic=Washington%2c+DC"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright Associated Press / NBC Dallas-Fort Worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-6328406362763246483?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6328406362763246483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=6328406362763246483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6328406362763246483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6328406362763246483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/stimulus-money-for-good-grades-are-you.html' title='Stimulus Money for Good Grades - Are you Kidding Me?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-6166394275503063105</id><published>2009-03-13T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:48:41.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Things'/><title type='text'>SOME THINGS ARE SACRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While strolling through the Internet I stumbled across an article about a show that I watch on a regular basis. As I was perusing the article a chill began to crawl down my spine and I knew that this was not going to end well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This show, which usually makes me laugh, was going in a direction that it did not need to be going. And I knew that after I was done reading the article, that I would never be able to watch this show again. Which was sad because I really did enjoy it. I took it for what it was, entertainment, and not reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But when you go beyond the entertainment aspect and touch on areas that are sacred and you know that should be "Off Limits", then you've gone too far and it no longer remains a TV show. It becomes more of a documentary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not going to name the show, as I refuse to give it publicity. I will say that what is considered special and sacred in normal everyday life, should remain special and sacred for this shows sake as well. And they had an "understanding" with a certain group that certain things would not be brought into the show "production". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well those producers have gone back on their promise and now it seems that even the most sacred areas are fair game. This truly saddens me not only for deep personal reasons that will remain mine; but also because I did enjoy this program and the characters involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've lost the respect of the Actors, Writers, Producers, but most of all the Executive Producer. He has let me down the most. That he would allow this to go to production and offend so many people, just breaks my heart. I guess the opportunity for ratings out weights the chance to do what's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And since this show is the only reason I carried this channel, I no longer need to have this premium service. So I owe Heavenly Father two thank yous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks for the Head's up on the program I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;supposed to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks for the money saving opportunity by dumping the channel, I can save about $12.00 a month off my bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a Blessed Day you guys. And remember, if something is sacred and not for public information, its not because its a secret, its because its special and you need to be worthy first. STRIVE TO BE WORTHY and it will no longer be a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-6166394275503063105?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6166394275503063105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=6166394275503063105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6166394275503063105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6166394275503063105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-are-sacred.html' title='SOME THINGS ARE SACRED'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-9091561582255573895</id><published>2009-03-13T11:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:58:56.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redwings'/><title type='text'>I'm out of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;He's got his friends and recently, I was invited into the boys club for a peek at what goes on. Its been rather invigorating to say the least. But I think I might be cramping his style a bit. Usually your girlfriend is the soft girly girl that you want to come home to at night and cuddle up with on the couch. Not some loud mouthed, trash talking, Hockey loving chick who can run with the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a complete girly girl! I get my nails done and pedicure at least once a month. (More if the budget allows!!) I love to dress up. SHOES and handbags are my addiction. At last count, I was up to 130 pairs of shoes. Its a sickness I know. I need to check into shoe rehab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;But when my Redwings or the University of Michigan Football is on - The evil Melissa emerges. I grow horns and my eyes begin to glow an eerie shade of red. I will attack anyone who stands in my way of victory. And God Forbid you say anything bad about my teams; you've just signed your own death warrant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;This is not the same sweet girl that attends her weekly Sacrament Meetings and Relief Society at church every Sunday. This is not the same sweet girl that loves to sit and talk about Scripture with anyone that will listen. And this is certainly not the same sweet girl that LOVES to feed the LDS Missionaries when they come to knock on the door for lessons or just to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;Nope, this is EVIL Mel. Trash Talking, Word Vomit spewing Ugly Mel that will take out your Momma if given that chance!! (j/k btw, I won't literally hurt your mother, but I'll make you feel like I will.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm a mean competitor when it comes to sports competitions. And if you know me there's two things that you knows for certain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;The Redwings are the greatest Hockey Team of All Time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;Ohio State Sucks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;Those are pretty much the rules that I live by. And I'm pretty sure that this is not what my beloved signed up for when he told me I was the sweetest person that he'd ever met. I guess I had Evil Mel under control that day. I wonder if it was baseball season? Either way, Evil Mel needs to be reigned in, because I'm cramping my guy's style a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;Maybe I'll go take a bubble bath and watch a documentary on how to make spoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;Later everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-9091561582255573895?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9091561582255573895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=9091561582255573895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/9091561582255573895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/9091561582255573895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-out-of-control.html' title='I&apos;m out of Control'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7957008263998254949</id><published>2009-03-12T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:36:15.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things Women Shouldn’t Do in Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, the good people at AskMen.com revealed their list of the “Top Ten Things Men Shouldn’t Do In Public,” which included definite no-no’s like picking their noses and peeing conspicuously, and debatable no-no’s like crying (Come on, what if his dog just died? What if he just watched The Notebook for the first time?). Interestingly, they said proposing to your girlfriend on a subway was a “bold” public move—something that really ought to top the list of forbidden public acts, if you ask me (I mean seriously, a subway? Is there a danker, drearier place on Earth to ask a woman to spend the rest of your life with you?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, there’s no reason men should have all the fun, so in the interest of equality we’ve got a list of our own. After the jump, the “Top Ten Things Women Shouldn’t Do In Public.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Apply Full Make-Up:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, look. Refreshing your lip gloss after a meal is one thing, but putting your whole face on while riding the bus or subway (where no one should do any proposing!) is so not cool. Set your alarm ten minutes earlier, and do your makeup before you leave your apartment. A woman has to retain a little mystique, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Pull out Your Thong from Your Butt Crack:&lt;/strong&gt; If it’s so uncomfortable in the first place that you have to go digging in places you really shouldn’t, maybe it’s time to switch to underwear with a little more coverage, hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Sit Cross-Legged While Wearing a Skirt:&lt;/strong&gt; Just don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Show Off Your Midriff&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t care if you’ve got washboard abs, if you could bounce a quarter of your belly, or if you’re only sixteen. Unless you’re on the beach, at the pool, or working for tips, no one, I mean no one, should be running around with an exposed midriff. It’s just not classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Talk on Your Phone in a Public Bathroom or Dressing Room:&lt;/strong&gt; Bathrooms and dressing rooms are sort of like Vegas. What happens in them should stay in them, and you with your phone broadcasting every sound to God knows who and subjecting the rest of us to some inane conversation that can absolutely wait until you no longer have your pants around the ankles is not honoring that sacred code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Ask Your Boyfriend If He Loves You&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s uncomfortable for him; it’s uncomfortable for us. Save your strange pillow talk for when you’re horizontal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Tweeze Errant Hairs or Pop a Pimple:&lt;/strong&gt; While I understand the temptation of removing any evidence that you’re less than perfect, doing so in public not only underscores your imperfections, it makes you look, well, kinda nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Criticize Your Boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure, he may deserve it—especially if he’s treating a waitress like crap or ogling other women, but there’s a time and a place for everything and in public when everyone can hear your private conversation is not it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Adjust the Girls:&lt;/strong&gt; We’ve all been there before: a boob slips below your underwire or heads too closely to your armpit, but until you find a private spot, resist the urge to reach into your bra and readjust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Pee All Over the Toilet Seat:&lt;/strong&gt; If you do happen to have bad aim, remember the old adage: If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By Wendy Atterberry of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TheFrisky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;reposted from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22323/66737-top-ten-things-shouldn-t-do/2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22323/66737-top-ten-things-shouldn-t-do/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7957008263998254949?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7957008263998254949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7957008263998254949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7957008263998254949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7957008263998254949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-ten-things-women-shouldnt-do-in.html' title='Top Ten Things Women Shouldn’t Do in Public'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5474244595961409581</id><published>2009-03-11T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:08:01.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>DJ Misses His Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/Sbhgsp52ZrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/huRDHm0cWbs/s1600-h/P3110029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312102080762504882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/Sbhgsp52ZrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/huRDHm0cWbs/s400/P3110029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have proof that my cat DJ loves Jared more than me!! As I was logging into my email tonight, Jared's blog came up on my Internet. DJ laid across my laptop and proceeded to read his "daddy's" Blog from yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DJ loves his daddy, and daddy could be talking about the time space continuance and that would be right up there with the spawning habits of Salmon for all he cares. Its Daddy's Blog!! He reads it because he loves him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now if you've read previous posts I've written about this cat, you know he makes it his daily chore to cause trouble in my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And by trouble I mean make everyone else in the house miserable.  He knocks things things off tables, chases the other cats and beats up on Blake Frank the dog.  But he loves on his daddy the second he sees him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/Sbhg9ridihI/AAAAAAAAALY/8D3HAd2ZwMU/s1600-h/P3110034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312102373259053586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/Sbhg9ridihI/AAAAAAAAALY/8D3HAd2ZwMU/s400/P3110034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's only two years old and I've had him since he was 6 weeks. And the MINUTE Jared walked in my house, this cat stopped being my little love bug, and turned into the spawn of SATAN! That will be a year the end of May. Jared ruined my cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But that's ok because I've spoiled Jared's dog rotten and turned him into a girly man! So I guess its a trade off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5474244595961409581?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5474244595961409581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5474244595961409581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5474244595961409581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5474244595961409581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/dj-misses-his-daddy.html' title='DJ Misses His Daddy'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/Sbhgsp52ZrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/huRDHm0cWbs/s72-c/P3110029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1699933787254204112</id><published>2009-03-11T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:31:28.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PoBoy Hates Me ~ My life is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's nothing else I can say.  I don't know how to respond to his bully behavior on the play ground today.  I guess I'll take my ball and go home.  I hope that "Lisa" brings him great comfort and joy in the future.  I'll be sure to send him Next season's NHL Hockey schedule to post on the refrigerator.  I know that he would hate to miss a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTES TO SELF&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S: Rent "Serenity" and watch section about Mr. Universe and his virtual wife.  Develop sympathy for those that are alone and need to invent relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.P.S. Get the AMTRACK schedule as we are no longer flying in Airplanes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1699933787254204112?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1699933787254204112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1699933787254204112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1699933787254204112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1699933787254204112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/poboy-hates-me-my-life-is-over.html' title='PoBoy Hates Me ~ My life is over.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1258795205311145951</id><published>2009-03-10T20:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:56:19.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>Shout Out to the Misfits ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I'm dedicating this Blog to the Misfits. Who are the Misfits you ask. The Misfits are my adoring boyfriend, Jared's best friends.  I have to be honest, the past year plus that Jared and I have known each other I have heard A LOT of stories about the this Band of Brothers. Most of them can't be repeated.   But I will say, my favorite is the story about duck hunting, a truck, and and a quick getaway!!! The parties involved know what I'm talking about. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I think is awesome, but somewhat ridiculous at the same time is the fact that they all have "nicknames or gamertags" and none of them go by their real names.  They have been friends for years and truly enjoy each other's company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I have had the absolute pleasure of getting to know these guys through several chats.  They have involved me in conversations and treated me like a member of the group and not like an outsider.  I can honestly say I love these guys.   Although Ken sucks!  Why? Because he doesn't know anything about Hockey. He's a faker and thinks Zetterberg is a tool.  So Ken is on the Family list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Frog and Ray are my new Best friends! Fellow Redwing Fans.  Kindred spirits. =)  Jeep and his wife Christina are also right up there because they are big Hockey fans.  Even if they are Capital fans.  Hockey fans all support each other and stick together.  Not to mention, they have the cutest puppies ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then there's Norm. Norm is AWESOME!! He is a chef for FUN.  If any of you know me, I love to cook. Norm has these incredible photos on his blog of dishes that he's made for his wife.  He's the best husband ever.  =) The rest of you Misfits need to take a lesson from Norm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seabass is close to Jared so I'm hoping that he can keep him company while I'm 2000 miles away! And he and his wife are both actors! How cool is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are other members of the "fit" crew, but those are the ones I've met so far.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And btw - Ken doesn't really suck - but he's been harassing me about Zetterberg, so this is my way of getting back at him!  He's actually one of the most friendly guys I've ever met. I consider him the Big Brother of this group of Misfits.  He seems to keep everyone together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are just a great bunch of guys that I look forward to getting to know better. And who have told me they like me better than Jared! =) Hahaha. So Jared better watch it - Or the Misfit's will bump him from the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blessings All~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1258795205311145951?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1258795205311145951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1258795205311145951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1258795205311145951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1258795205311145951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/shout-out-to-misfits.html' title='Shout Out to the Misfits ~'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8376079277323203998</id><published>2009-03-07T18:43:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:27:47.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pampering'/><title type='text'>Mel's Day of Self Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMvrB70sUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NGJtscIQzPs/s1600-h/Connor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310640801900179778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMvrB70sUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NGJtscIQzPs/s320/Connor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Wooohoooo! I got a new job! Well I got a second job. So I still have my day job, but I’ve added an additional job in the evening as well. So remember when I said the other day that I was no longer going to live my life to make everyone happy? Well today was a day of pampering for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Today started off like any other Saturday morning, I woke up with my 10 year old son Connor crawling under the covers with me to “Snuggle Bunny” as we call it. We wrap up in each others arms and rock back and forth saying “Snuggle Bunny, Snuggle Bunny, Snuggle Bunny.” Then he gave me a big wet kiss and ran out to jump on X-Box 360. His cronies were waiting and that took priority over momma and snuggling in bed. I was lucky I got what I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;OK, so I c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMqmp2zIXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ra2pyjLaLBw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310635229159039346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMqmp2zIXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ra2pyjLaLBw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;rawled out of bed and hopped in the shower and I got ready. You know the drill, primp the hair, do the make up. I had to make myself "pretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I ran up to the Outlet Mall where I’d interviewed the night before at a popular clothing boutique. I was told to stop in and say hello to the Regional Manager. Which is what I did, and low and behold I had an on the spot interview that I wasn’t expecting. Then she asked me if I would do a “Working Interview” which is basically greet the customers and help them with whatever they need for about 15 minutes and see how I do. I nailed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my references and said that she would have me on the schedule by the first of next week! YEAH! Now you might ask why I got a second job. I am trying to save some extra money since I do have a son that is going off to college in 16 months. And with the current state of the economy; you never know when you might need something else to fall back on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMigTRo9BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wYa4k1-lHeo/s1600-h/manicure_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310626323925365778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMigTRo9BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wYa4k1-lHeo/s320/manicure_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, comes the pampering part!! I decided to treat Connor and me to a lunch at Pei Wei. It was so good. =) I had the Chicken Pad Thai. It had just the right amount of spice. When my lunch date was completed, I went for a Manicure and Spa Pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you’ve ever had your nails filled, it’s a pain to have the pedicure and nails done at the same time. I had all the time in the world today, so I had my nails done first and then my tootsies enjoyed the luxury of a LONG HOT SOAK in the floral scented water. Can you say Heaven on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided that I’ve been looking a bit pale. Even though I’m Italian, I’m not naturally blessed with the darker complexion. So I popped on over to the Tanning salon next door and got myself a nice nap in the tanning bed for 20 minutes while enjoying the latest downloads on my iPod. I hope the other customers next door didn’t hear me signing. “That’s Amore” has been in my head for several days and I just had to hear my fav, Dean Martin, sing it to me. Although I must say, Ken and Norm come in a close second...although I never heard Jared pipe up and sing a note!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Here's Dean's version~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS6-b7CONDI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS6-b7CONDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;And no day would be complete without making yourself dessert. So Connor and I decided it was “Sundae Night” and on tonight’s menu - mint chocolate chip sundae with Hershey’s Chocolate syrup, Cool Whip, and a cherry on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all about me stuff ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;P.S. Alex had a baseball tournament today which is why he wasn't here to partake of the activities with us. And according to his Dad, he had a heck of a day too...That's my All-Star Athlete. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMzTxxoivI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fkB96M2OXYs/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310644800471993074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMzTxxoivI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fkB96M2OXYs/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMuxJEzEOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Gbz-TgkTB7M/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8376079277323203998?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8376079277323203998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8376079277323203998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8376079277323203998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8376079277323203998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/mels-day-of-self-indulgence.html' title='Mel&apos;s Day of Self Indulgence'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SbMvrB70sUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NGJtscIQzPs/s72-c/Connor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-6175164459727177666</id><published>2009-03-05T23:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:07:54.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quote Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My pity party for one is over thanks to the Misfits! I want to thank Jared for the invite into the conversation to cheer me up. Love you Babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken – Yoko Ono is one cracked up psycho chick!! Long live the Rat Pack!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norm – PLEASE – don’t tell me what goes on in the high school bathroom. I can’t afford more therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy – Tell Jim that Veronica and the twins will call him later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/74/the-landlord-from-will-ferrell-and-adam-ghost-panther-mckay"&gt;http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/74/the-landlord-from-will-ferrell-and-adam-ghost-panther-mckay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one of mine and Jared’s favorite things to do is quote movie lines to each other. We will throw them back and forth for hours; laughing our butts off. MOST of our quotes come from Will Ferrell movies. And I've included the Will Ferrell meets his Landlord. This makes me laugh, even though, honestly its a bit inappropriate, its funny in a closet sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top movies that we quote:&lt;br /&gt;“Talladega Nights”&lt;br /&gt;“Step Brothers”&lt;br /&gt;HBO Mini series: “Generation Kill” (my personal Favorite)&lt;br /&gt;“Little Giants” – I love this movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;“Little Rascals”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add your favorite Movie and quote if you want. Lets get a stream going…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Rascals:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You're scum between my toes! Love, Alfalfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-6175164459727177666?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6175164459727177666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=6175164459727177666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6175164459727177666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6175164459727177666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-quote-day.html' title='Movie Quote Day...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-4166949040930412001</id><published>2009-03-05T01:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:17:34.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its never good enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you ever feel like no matter what you do or say, its never good enough? I mean you work yourself to the bare bones and give your heart and soul to something and you don't even get an acknowledgement that they recognized your achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost to the point now where I want to give up.  One thing about me, is I have always been a pleaser. I've always wanted people to be happy. No matter what I do, if they're not happy I will do what it takes to make it right.  I've always been that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it comes from being a middle child.  I'm a peacemaker by nature. I'm also a Libra which makes my zodiac sign the scales - Balance. That describes how I try and keep things.  I want everything balanced.  Everyone needs to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes not everyone is going to be happy. And usually while making everyone else happy, I've been neglecting myself.   And honestly, I’ve neglected my own happiness for way too long now; allowing everyone else around me to go on with their lives as though mine didn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to do special things for people to make them feel good.  To let them know that someone is thinking about them.  I don’t expect anything in return.  I do it because I love them or care.  A lot of times, I’ll just be praying and I’ll get an impression from God and it’ll be, “hey so and so needs a note of encouragement today.” So I’ll automatically send an email or run down to the store and pick up a card and drop it in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just who I am. I’ve always been that way.  And I don’t want to change, but I find that its getting harder and harder when no one returns the kindness. And sometimes I just need a shoulder to cry on.  Sometimes, it would be nice to open my mailbox and see a card in there; because right now, I’m just feeling very under appreciated.  It seems like all I ever do lately is give, give, give.  I’ve not been on the receiving end in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I bring it all on myself. Maybe I over do it and expect too much from people. Or maybe I would just like to get a thank you card in the mail once in a while. I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just tired because its 2:15 in the morning and I can’t sleep because once again, I have to stay up because my son forgot that he had to wash his baseball uniform for a game in the morning. Of course he told me this at 12:30am. So here I sit waiting for the washer to stop so I can throw it all in the dryer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?  He’s in bed sleeping…I’m awake doing laundry.  I rest my case!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-4166949040930412001?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4166949040930412001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=4166949040930412001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/4166949040930412001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/4166949040930412001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-never-good-enough.html' title='Its never good enough!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1315357165685815161</id><published>2009-03-04T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:20:15.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its definitely not the same via text as in person!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying to watch a Hockey game with your boyfriend via text message is painful to say the least! Especially when you’re hoping the team he’s rooting for dies a slow painful death in the bowels of Hell. The smack talk just doesn’t come across as mean and hateful as you’d like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I turn on the VS. Channel, looking for the Redwings game, and what do I discover? The Pittsburgh Penguins are on!! GAG!!!!  OK, I can hang with this, I text Jared immediately, because I know that he’s got to be watching this game. Only to discover, he’s not. Jared doesn’t realize its on VS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared immediately heads to his favorite hangout, Mahoney’s – this place is AWESOME, and begins watching the game. WoooHooo, let the torture begin! Of course I don’t realize that the Tampa Bay Lightning SUCK and I don’t have a Snow Balls chance of even scoring again. But it doesn’t matter. Those of you following my Blog know how I feel about the Pen’s and the Capitals – they are the bane of my existence.  So they have to go down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, when you get a “GOAL” over text, does it have the same effect as someone screaming in your ear GOOOAAAALLLL!!!! NOPE. I agree. It just was not the same. And then to make matters worse, my almost 11 year old son, who loves the Redwings – I’m sure because I do – has decided – that he’s a Penguins Fan. Huh? What? Not in my house! So I’ve got this Mutiny going on in my bedroom as I’m trying to yell at the TV and my cell phone about how much the Pen’s suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the clouds parted and the angels began to sing….My REDWINGS were WINNING!!!!!! Hallelujah. Its about time the Stanley Cup Champions showed up; after that pitiful showing Saturday night in Nashville. But then I saw Hossa got seriously hurt, even though I hate him, I feel I’ve jinxed him, so no more Hossa bad talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really miss watching Hockey with Jared side by side.  Last year during the Stanley Cup was when our relationship began.  It kind of just happened over Hockey and a couple of Shiner Bock beers. So it has a special place in my heart.  This texting crap is no fun!  Although its better than nothing, its still not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait until we can sit and watch a game together again and I can tell him how bad his Pen’s suck and that Crosby needs to go back to the playpen and he can look at me and tell me that Osgood is a Tool and that the nursing home is looking for him.  Then I’ll run to the kitchen and get a couple more beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Both the Pen’s and the Redwings won last night.  But the Capitals LOST! So, I was happy. =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1315357165685815161?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1315357165685815161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1315357165685815161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1315357165685815161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1315357165685815161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-definitely-not-same-via-text-as-in.html' title='Its definitely not the same via text as in person!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7449914017356035031</id><published>2009-03-03T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:59:07.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain took an unscheduled Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever get the feeling that your brain went on a vacation and forgot to tell you?  Well I woke up this morning and my body went to work, but my brain went to the Jamaica.  The entire morning my mind has been hanging out in the “greenroom” of the Tonight Show, while the rest of my body has been trying to pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in a meeting with a group of people for this big project that I’m on.  I’m one of the veterans on the team; and I’m looking at this acronym “SOP”, for the life of me I can’t figure out what that means.  Any other day, I would have known and never done what I did next, but I just had to open my big mouth, “Hey, what does SOP stand for.” I ask, and its like an out of body experience because I’m standing back and I can see all of this taking place.  Its scary out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently just grew two heads and 27 arms because from the looks I just got and the jaws that dropped, that’s how BAD my question was. “That would be Standard Operating Procedure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that! I know that. I can’t believe that those words just came out of my mouth. I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and disappear under the table.  And I’ve got new Project Managers in this meeting who now think I’m a complete imbecile.  And I am one of their lead testers. Great, they must have all of the confidence in the world right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who told my brain it could take a day off??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I’m not done, things get better! So my meeting was on the 20th floor today. And instead of taking the regular elevators, my co-workers and I take the freight elevator which allows us access to every floor instead only specific floors. Otherwise we’d have to go all the way to the lobby and switch elevators to get back to the 6th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we get on the elevator and since I’m operating without a brain today I hit the BASEMENT button. I have no idea why, except for the fact that I used to work in the basement. Well here’s the thing about the basement button, once its selected, no other button can be entered until you go to the basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to go to the basement first and wouldn’t you know there was a guy in the basement with a ton of equipment (it was the freight elevator after all) to get on and go to the 5th floor! The floor BELOW ours.  So we had to wait for this guy to get on and load all his crap. Then we could push our floor – 6 – go to his floor 5 – get off and unload all his crap – then we finally got off the elevator 15 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have been better off going to the lobby and riding two elevators to begin with.  At this point I just want to crawl under a rock and die because two of my co-workers are talking in Hindi and I heard my name mentioned once.  My boss is making fun of me and I know he’s never going to let me live this down and I’m convinced now more than ever, that my brain is staging a coup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a Diet Dr. Pepper.  Maybe a little bribery will bring things back in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7449914017356035031?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7449914017356035031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7449914017356035031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7449914017356035031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7449914017356035031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-brain-took-unscheduled-vacation.html' title='My brain took an unscheduled Vacation'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5465208279559083478</id><published>2009-03-03T00:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:43:23.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Bachelor from this moment on!</title><content type='html'>I am so mad at the Bachelor, Jason Mesnick, right now I just don't know what to say!!  He is the lowest form of scum known to man.  I can't believe that he asked the poor girl Melissa to marry him, and then he broke up with her on national TV because he decided that he picked the wrong person.  And then had the nerve to pick Molly after dumping Melissa. Srsly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a scumbag! I can't believe that I just wasted an entire season on this jerk.  How do I get my life back from the 8 weeks that I just spent watching this stupid show? I'm never watching this show again. And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.  I'm going to go pout now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5465208279559083478?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5465208279559083478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5465208279559083478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5465208279559083478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5465208279559083478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-bachelor-from-this-moment-on.html' title='Anti-Bachelor from this moment on!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8521951141422029073</id><published>2009-02-26T19:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:57:56.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Day</title><content type='html'>I've had a heck of a day! Its been very random. My mind has been all over the place and I've really not been able to focus.  And I'm blessed to have an incredible man in my life who will just let me ramble on in my chaotic state and I'm sure that he just nods his head and responds with a smirk on his face.  I get one liners over the IM and they are always the perfect response.  Even if it is just a "yup".  The fact that he's allowing me to vent and mumble is awesome. And honestly, I don't care if he is listening to one word I'm saying.  Its the fact that every now and again, I get a laugh or an "I'm not sure." or whatever, means the world to me.  Because having that person to bounce things off of and explain what's bothering you is a huge relief.  We all need that therapeutic release. Especially today, because today was just a weird day all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8521951141422029073?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8521951141422029073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8521951141422029073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8521951141422029073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8521951141422029073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-day.html' title='Weird Day'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5120182513398786190</id><published>2009-02-26T14:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:25:02.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorrow'/><title type='text'>Family Divided No More</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure where to begin, but at the beginning.  I've not talked to certain members of my family in about six months. Nor do I plan on ever talking to them again.  The reasons don't matter, as I take responsibility for those events, but there comes a time when you need to just let go of everyone because you can't keep the family divided.  I've learned that my feelings have seriously hardened my heart and I really don't care if I ever hear another word about them again.  I've tried to apologize for past transgressions, but after awhile, apologies fall on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of things in my life that I am not proud of.  I've struggled as a single parent my entire adult life. And as far as I'm concerned, I've done the best job that I knew how. I can no longer hold onto the hope that certain family will approve of the decisions that I've made.  I'm moving on and leaving them behind.  I will no longer live with a family divided.  It's not fair to my children, myself, or whomever else might be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my family, and they can have theirs. I am, as of now, orphaned. I have no past, only a future that my children and I will build together, alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5120182513398786190?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5120182513398786190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5120182513398786190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5120182513398786190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5120182513398786190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-divided-no-more.html' title='Family Divided No More'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-2617585957579848664</id><published>2009-02-25T13:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:27:16.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Wings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaWbUTJFWEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RX9KHRtuMlo/s1600-h/KronwallFBfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306818508964059202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaWbUTJFWEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RX9KHRtuMlo/s320/KronwallFBfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bring it on San Jose!! So tonight is the big show down between 1 and 2 in the Western Conference. Now those of you that don’t follow Hockey, first of all, I’m Sorry, but you seriously don’t know what you’re missing! This is the greatest sport around. But second of all, its Hockey, hello, where else can you see a bunch of guys in a fist fight on skates. How fun is that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so we have the San Jose Sharks in first place, and my Beloved Redwings coming in second, 5 points out of first place. Now if you want my opinion, its honestly going to come down to the Sharks and the Wings in the West, but the Wings will hold on and go to the Finals. I think its going to be the Bruins in the East. Although, the Washington Capitals might surprise you, but since I hate the Capitals, I’m going for the Bruins! So my prediction is a Wings /Bruins Stanley Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared can give up on the Pen’s; they’re seriously out of contention! I mean, they’re in 10th place now; Crosby and Whitney are both out tonight for the game against the New York Islanders. So I say, bye-by to the Pittsburgh Penguins who played an incredible Stanley Cup finals last year; maybe next year. They finally got rid of that loser coach, so maybe they can pull it together next year and come back stronger. And hopefully they’ll abandon those “Powderpuff” Blue jersey’s and look more like Hockey players than Cheerleaders. They look like a bunch of Barbie dolls skating around out there. Hey, I think I had some eye shadow that color in the 8th grade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, back to my REDWINGS! So I’m really hoping that Marian Hossa takes a long jump off a short pier while he’s in San Jose! I just can’t stand this guy. I know, I know, he’s a Wing and doing great things for the team, but there’s something to be said for team loyalty, and this guy just doesn’t have it. He’s about the almighty dollar. And I can’t stand that. The one thing I love about Hockey, is that these guys really play the game because they love it; unlike the super million dollar football, basketball, and baseball players of today. Well Hossa is trying to change that. He’s a sorry excuse for a hockey player in my book and unworthy to wear the Redwing Jersey! I don’t care that he’s doing great things for the team; I still think he’s a shmuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the real show down takes place. We will either gain some points towards first place, or loose position. But my man Zetterberg will be there to lead the pack! I hope Osgood isn’t in the net tonight; he’s been sucking pretty badly lately. L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-2617585957579848664?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2617585957579848664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=2617585957579848664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2617585957579848664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2617585957579848664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-wings.html' title='Go Wings!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaWbUTJFWEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RX9KHRtuMlo/s72-c/KronwallFBfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-3459408175830058887</id><published>2009-02-23T16:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:56:25.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Yearning to go back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaM3e3g4kjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JFgeu7ejNKM/s1600-h/P2220013_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306145789410054706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaM3e3g4kjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JFgeu7ejNKM/s320/P2220013_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am back home in Dallas and already yearning to go back to Seattle and be with Jared. It was a great weekend and it was so good to see him; but it was way to short of a visit. You don't realize how much you love and care about someone until they are physically missing from your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it did reaffirm my commitment to Jared and his daughter's and the fact that Connor and I will be moving to Seattle after Alex graduates from high school next June. Until then, Jared and I will just commute back and forth every few months to see each other. I love the Pacific Northwest and I know that is where I want to raise my family. Alex will be in college and it won't matter. Connor wants to move today, but I've explained that we need to wait until Alex finishes his senior year. I was moved to three different high schools and I remember all to well how bad that sucked!! I won't do that to him. He's been in the same school district since kindergarten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306134502283132402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaMtN3sHvfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tMZXefOYIhA/s320/P2220011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, I didn't get to ride on the Ferry this weekend. =( We didn't have time. So I'll fit that into the schedule when Connor and I go for a visit in June. I've got a huge list growing for the June visit so I'm going to have to schedule a few extra days. But we did go feed the Canadian Geese on Sunday morning. It was fun. And of course the geese were as loud as I remembered. We grew up on a Lake in Michigan and we had Canadian Geese that would hang out all the time. They're loud, territorial and mean. I had to laugh because there were two geese that were down the river walk a bit and as soon as they saw us throwing bread they started squawking and did it the entire time as they floated down the river towards us. And they were so lazy that they didn't even swim, they just let the current drift them our way. It was funny. And Loud! They were so loud. I was waiting for the hissing to start. Have you ever seen a Goose Hiss? its hysterical. Here's a few pictures of those crazy geese. they were really funny and I had a good time watching them. I know that Syd and Averi had fun feeding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaMvZ3BrHNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ekAJ4d9GXvc/s1600-h/P2220012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306136907286781138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaMvZ3BrHNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ekAJ4d9GXvc/s320/P2220012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306138887771471090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaMxNI6BPPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4NnqW4KnOZY/s320/P2220008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we finally made down to Triple X Hamburger's for lunch in Issaquah, WA. Apparently this place is known for their hamburgers and Original recipe Rootbeer. Well it was ok. I mean, it tasted like Whataburger to me. But being from Texas, we have real BURGERS! The Root beer was good, but I thought it was way too sweet. It kinda made me sick to my stomach. I felt like I'd eaten an entire bag of Halloween candy without the joy of eating the candy! So, for me, I give it a 2 out of 5 stars. Not so great. Oh yeah, they only take cash too!! What's up with that?? Get with the 21st Century people! I mean, you have an ATM in your lobby so people can get cash, but you won't take Debit or Credit cards! So, I take that back, I give it a 1.5 out of 5 for the inconvenience of having to go to the ATM to get cash and then getting smacked with a FEE for taking out cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday night was Pizza Party night. This is a family staple in the Robinson household. But instead of Pizza, I made one of Jared's favorites, my homemade Chili Mac. For Valentine's day I made Jared a cookbook and put several recipes of mine in there for him to cook. One of the things that his daughter's and I like to do together is to bake. We're always cooking and baking something new. This time we tried to make chocolate chip cookie Lollipops, but we couldn't locate any Popsicles sticks at the last minute. Bummer! So we just ended up with chocolate cookies. But they were yummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I know today's blog is boring, but I wanted to tell you about my weekend. It was amazing to me - maybe boring for you. But then again - you don't love Jared like I do! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Get ready for Hockey Postings people. The Redwings are playing the San Jose Sharks on Wednesday. My Wings are only 3 points out of FIRST place in the Western Conference. Wooohooo! Keep that cup in Hockey Town Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-3459408175830058887?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3459408175830058887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=3459408175830058887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3459408175830058887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3459408175830058887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/yearning-to-go-back.html' title='Yearning to go back...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SaM3e3g4kjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JFgeu7ejNKM/s72-c/P2220013_01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5500174211492969855</id><published>2009-02-20T12:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:21:52.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Plans for the weekend and re-cap of Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I'm off to Seattle for the weekend. Yeah! I haven't seen Jared in three long months! Tonight we're going to a local place called Mahoney's for adult beverages. Now since I don't drink adult beverages, I'll be driving us home, if I can find the way home. :-) Sometime this weekend we're planning a ferry ride, which I'm excited about. I've never been on a ferry. It's very Dr. McDreamyish. You Grey's Anatomy fans know what I'm talking about. Derek Shepperd has a thing for ferry's. I'm not sure what all the fuss is about, but I'll be sure to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Grey's, did anyone watch that last night? Whoa!! McDreamy freaked out in the OR! And then McDreamy and McSteamy going at it on the sky way. That was like watching a bunch of bears wrestling over a honey pot, good grief. But McSteamy stood up for Little Grey! YEA! Its about time he did something right, the poor guy can't seem to catch a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be honest, I was most disturbed by the whole Izzy Stevens thing. I did like the way they had the woman come back in and yell at her regarding the misdiagnosis. I thought that was ingenious. Because Izzy is the one character who, out of all of them, treats everyone with kit gloves. So the fact that she was given this news of her own impending death, unbeknownest, to the patient, was ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I liked it, because I can't stand Katherine Hiegel! I think she's such a diva and she needs to remember where she came from. I hope that her death is painful and that she withers and dies a slow excruciating death, on Grey's that is, not in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's my opinion of Grey's. I'm off people. Time to pack up the laptop and head to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5500174211492969855?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5500174211492969855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5500174211492969855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5500174211492969855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5500174211492969855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/plans-for-weekend-and-re-cap-of-greys.html' title='Plans for the weekend and re-cap of Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-531723309119566311</id><published>2009-02-19T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:18:16.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes there really is nothing there ~</title><content type='html'>OK, I have to just let it out.  I have a bad habit of reading into something that just isn't there.   I'm really one for adding my own commentary and blaming the other party; leaving them wondering what the hell just happened and how they got in trouble.   I want you to know that I don't do this on purpose.  This is all done subconsciously and without intentional malice; but I do it none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is a blog, I am being perfectly honest with you. I mean, after all, if I can't be honest with all of you guys, then I shouldn't be writing a blog anyway right?  OK so I'm going to give you two instances where I completely sabotaged the conversation and turned in around and you judge for yourself where things took a turn for the worse.  Unfortunately, poor Jared was the brunt of both test cases, and he was able to check me both times, but the point is, I did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex. #1:  I asked Jared since the Pens were going to be out of playoff contention who would he be rooting for?  It couldn't be the Caps - his buddy was a Caps fan and he gave him constant grief about the Caps.  So nope - my guess wouldn't be the Washington Capitals.  Must be the San Jose Sharks because they're ahead of the Redwings and Jared hates the Wings. (My FAVORITE team BTW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Jared say?  Ding, ding, ding..."Nah, the Caps, because ####'s my friend and he's a Cap's fan.  So I'll cheer for the Caps."  Excusemwaaaaa? What did you say???  Um HELLO your girlfriend is a MAJOR REDWINGS fan and you've never said one nice thing about the Redwings EVER!  But yet you would cheer for the Caps because your Buddy like s them? Srsly? Did I miss the memo that said "Bro's before ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course, that's what was going on in my twisted little brain.  And let me tell you I went off on Jared! Yes I did.  There were words that came out of my mouth that don't usually come out of my mouth.  Again, Jared's response, which was the CORRECT response I might add, "You need to stop making more of this than there is.  This is not a guy friends vs. girlfriend issue." Well you could have fooled me!!  I suspect we went on like this for an hour.  When all was said and done, I was the one apologizing, because I was the one that made a complete idiot of myself.  So back to my corner I crawled, ego bruised but still in tact.  Now I hope that the Pens and Caps both go down in the flames of HELL!  And the Caps almost did last night but ended up wining in a shoot out against the Canadians last night. Dang it Montreal!  Pull your head out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so now to my second example which is a bit more personal so I'm going to be very vague.  Jared made some rather sweet comments but I took ONE SENTENCE out of all the nice stuff that he said and read into that one line as if he'd grown a second head!  Of course, he has NO idea what I'm even talking about and then he just gives me one line, "You're doing it again." That's my man ladies and gentleman! Doing what? I ask.  Because I honestly have no idea what he's talking about.  I'm completely clueless, I don't realize that I'm even doing it.  But then its like a brick hits my forehead and says "Wake Up Moron" and I realize exactly what he's talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he even puts up with me is amazing.  I think that's why I love him so much. Woman in general are a moody bunch.  We're emotional manipulators who are taught from birth to cry on demand to get what we want.  No offense to any of my Female Sisters reading this post; but you have to agree with me.  Guys are the opposite,  they either hold it all in or use anger to express themselves.   That's just how God wired all of us.  It doesn't mean that we're bad people, but sometimes, there really is nothing else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-531723309119566311?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/531723309119566311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=531723309119566311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/531723309119566311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/531723309119566311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-there-really-is-nothing-there.html' title='Sometimes there really is nothing there ~'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-4779716586703514763</id><published>2009-02-18T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:19:21.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So what would you REALLY do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was fighting through traffic this morning in silence and I was recounting a program I watched on ABC last night called “What Would You Do?”  I was completely disturbed by this program; not because of the program, but because of the way certain people responded in different situations.  The segment that got my goat the most was the “&lt;strong&gt;Little Girl Left Alone with a Stranger&lt;/strong&gt;: When Bystanders See a Stranger Approach a Little Girl They Must Decide What to do.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a link to the story and video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WhatWouldYouDo/story?id=6888300&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/WhatWouldYouDo/story?id=6888300&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very alarmed and disturbed to watch these scenarios unfold; Major PROPS to the Moms, Dads, and Grandfather that confronted the two different “actors” used in the scenarios.  But according to ABC news “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over the course of our two-day experiment, three people out of 14 let the "strangers" walk off with little Katie. Those who intervened said they were concerned for and protective of the child, and that it was necessary for people to look out for one another&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?  That’s over 20% in the experiment that let this 10 year old little girl walk off with two different strangers. I couldn’t believe it as I watched this poor little girl, Katie, on the swing.  Two dads who intervened in particular stood out to me.  One guy tried the approach with the little girl that she should play with his daughter instead of going to help Predator guy look for his “Puppy.”  The other Dad just plain got up in his face and asked him why he was even talking to her without her parent’s permission. This particular scenario was one where the predator was someone she knew from her “block.”  But this dad was having none of it and even threatened to call the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my FAVORITE hero was the Grandfather Ted Horne, who actually chased them down into the parking lot after the guy convinced the little girl to go with him to find his lost dog.  He stopped them and asked her is she’d come to the park with the man.  When Katie responded no, that her nanny went to the bathroom, he immediately told her to come back to the park area and wait for her nanny to come back.  Then told the predator he was going to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Horne escorted Katie back to the playground. She asked him what he thought she should have done. 'I think that was a bad man,' Horne replied. 'You should have said no, he was a stranger'&lt;/span&gt;."  Way to go grandpa!!  I have to cry when we hear these constant stories of missing children; especially if it could have been easily avoided if one person would have been paying attention to that child.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now this show has other situations that it challenges people at such as a man in his 90’s who can’t figure out how to start his car but then gets behind the wheel and drives.  And people actually helped the guy.  HELLO – if he can’t start his car, maybe he shouldn’t be driving!!  Another is a real estate agent that discriminates against a Muslim couple during an open house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you get the idea, it’s a thought provoking show that makes you wonder, how would you really react in that type of situation.  I hope that I would be one of those “heroes” that would stand up and let my voice be heard.  But I guess until you are in that situation you can’t really answer for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-4779716586703514763?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4779716586703514763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=4779716586703514763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/4779716586703514763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/4779716586703514763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-what-would-you-really-do.html' title='So what would you REALLY do?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7833342623154659042</id><published>2009-02-17T09:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:02:20.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Reality...Do your's ever intermingle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, so you guys are going to have to bare with me today because I had the strangest dream last night that I swear was happening in real life. Did you ever have one of those? Where you woke up and wondered, did that really happened or was I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was, in my REM sleep mode, dreaming away. Let me set the scene: I was in this park with a bunch of people that apparently I knew, but I can’t tell you now who they were. The park was surrounded by this nice brick wall about eight feet high. The park seemed to be in the middle of some downtown city with big sky scrapers and such; but it didn’t look familiar to me at all. But it had beautiful green grass and benches, etc. You get the picture. It was a nice city park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we all are enjoying what I guess is a lunchtime event. A lot of people had blankets spread out and seemed to be in small groups spread out over the lawn area. There were dogs jumping about, etc. But I could tell it was a work day because we were all in work attire. So all of a sudden we start hearing helicopters, so of course our response is to look up. We notice that the copters are from the TV stations and they are circling the building under construction next to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we begin to hear sirens, as in Police and Fire rescue. So of course the tone in the park starts to get a little bit nervous and you begin to hear this hum of whispers resonate through the groups as to what’s going on. Well I don’t know what made me look up again, but all of a sudden I see what looks like two helicopters circling one another. Like two lions ready to pounce. But they seem to be in a spiral motion headed down. I notice one pull out and fly away but then realize the other is not a helicopter, but some type of heavy machine and its falling from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe watching this thing getting bigger as it fell, because as you know, things move in slow motion in your dreams. Well the closer it got, the more I realized, it was the cab of a crane and it was headed towards the park. People began screaming and running, and I’m just standing there amazed watching the body of this crane fall. Well it missed the park but fell on the other side of the wall. Debris broke off and flew back into the park striking two men breaking one of the men’s legs. This man was about 5 feet from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the I guess “arms” of the crane began falling into the park. One long piece missed me to the right about one foot and landed on two people killing them. Another piece landed to the left of me about twenty feet away hitting one person, killing them. I think there was a third piece that fell, but I can’t be certain because at this point someone grabbed me and I began running. I ran and got out of the park, all the while hearing the crashing of metal on the street next to the building under construction. I remember a paramedic coming up to me and asking if I was OK and responding that I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm went off after that and I woke up. But I woke up and I had to sit there for a minute. I had to sort through the fog in my brain and wonder if I’d heard about a crane accident the day before on the news. This dream was so vivid in my mind that it had to be real. I was a bit unnerved as I got in the shower and then got ready for my day. I couldn’t put it out of my head; especially the fact that I just sat there and watched all of this fall from the sky and did nothing to get out of the way and save myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure some Psychiatrist could analyze it to death for me. Please refrain!! It was just a spooky feeling waking up and having that dream. Please Lord, please bless and keep all Crane workers safe today and always! I’m sure the Catholic’s have a patron saint of Construction Worker’s, I just can’t remember who it is; maybe I should call my Grandma. I’ve been a non-Catholic for way too long. She can light a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7833342623154659042?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7833342623154659042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7833342623154659042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7833342623154659042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7833342623154659042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams-and-realitydo-yours-ever.html' title='Dreams and Reality...Do your&apos;s ever intermingle?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-9077875098495826266</id><published>2009-02-16T10:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:02:54.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pet's rule my house, what about yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here we are, the beginning of a new week and let me tell you, it was very hard to crawl out of bed this morning! The sky was foggy and overcast with a hint of that crisp cold winter air that I do not want around anymore. Did Punxsutawney Phil see his shadow this year and did someone forget to tell him that I live in TEXAS! We have 70 degree weather in February not 30's and 40's. The more I stirred to wake myself up, the further the dog snuggled under the covers to keep warm. Yes, I said under the covers! This dog, God love him, has become the most SPOILED creature on earth. Jared is going to kill me once he comes back to "claim" him because I've turned this dog into a pansy!! But in all fairness, Jared has turned my cat into a possessed DEMON from HELL! And he thinks its funny. So I've decided that may its not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blake is definitely a momma's boy. He likes to sleep right next to me, under the covers and he doesn't move all night. Of course he weighs all of 15 pounds, so its not like he takes up much room, but he's the cutest thing. But on top of the dog, I have three cats that occupy the bed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmiYUS2GQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sqHCVKpYtuI/s1600-h/Dodger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448574853781762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmiYUS2GQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sqHCVKpYtuI/s320/Dodger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmiIM4OG9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/4hkx34N0hkE/s1600-h/Dodger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441720313409314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmcJVJEbyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e14MwsMZyBo/s320/Blake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's Dodger, who I've had for about 9 years. He's the boss of the house and makes sure that everyone knows it. Its actually really funny to watch Blake and that cats play, but if Dodger gets involved, then someone is in serious trouble!! Dodger rules HIS house with an iron fist and if things get out of control, he'll make sure to put whom ever needs a good "whooping" back in line. Its actually pretty funny to watch. Dodger's a senior cat, but when he needs to, he'll chase Blake or DJ around the house and smack them around a bit.  It creates hours of laughter watching these animals.  Well maybe not hours, but you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441714962362834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmcJBNR8dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Aj4sGN6bNqQ/s320/DJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now DJ is a special being. I've decided that he's mentally incompetent. There's just no other excuse for this stupid cat. I mean you can't help but love him because he's as sweet as they come, but then he's developed this incredibly EVIL side that I have no idea where it came from. He terrorizes everyone.  Me and Sophie (my other cat) mostly. DJ, has a "special" talent. Now Jared will tell you that DJ is an Artist expressing himself. I say he's a cat that's running out of lives. DJ cannot stand for a picture/painting to be straight on my wall. So he will crawl up on furniture and bat at the pictures until they are sideways. And its obvious too. He will do it right in front of me. It drives me crazy. And there are paintings that I can't for the life of me figure out how he got to them, I think that my kids and Jared lift him up there to help him out, because they know it bothers me so much!!! He will knock things off the nightstand in the middle of the night just to wake you up, because HE is awake. He is INSANE.  I've decided that when Heavenly Father chose a home for him he knew that he had to go someone that loved animals so much that they would tolerate just about anything from this nut job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441719969682706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmcJT3HlRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p3OtY3m7dkQ/s320/Sopie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last, is my beautiful girl Sophie.  She is so sweet, but as skittish as they come.  She is afraid of her own shadow.  She won't go near my kids at all.  She'll let me pet her, but only if its HER idea.  I can't walk up to her.  And I can't figure her out, because I've had Sophie since she was 6 weeks old and I got her from a friend.  So I know that she wasn't abused.  But what is the most precious thing about this sweet girl is her attachment to DJ. Sophie and DJ are about 3 months apart in age.  And when we got Soph she had just been weened from her momma, so she was still trying to nurse.  Well believe it or not she began suckling DJ's foot.  And to this day, the only time Sophie purrs, is when she's "nursing" off DJ's foot, and he allows her to do it as well.  It is the sweetest thing that I've ever seen.  Jared didn't believe me until he saw it for himself.  He was amazed at the sight and Sophie won his heart and she slowly came around to trust him as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So while I was trying to get out of bed this morning, I had Blake groaning under the covers and scurrying further underneath.  Sophie was purring and suckling DJ's back paw.  Dodger was laying on the pillow perusing the situation to make sure all the children were behaving.  Satisfied that all was well, he stood up moved around a little bit, then plopped right back down and went back to sleep.  His job was done for the time being.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided that I'd better get out of bed so that I could go to work and continue to support my brood of animals that have stolen my heart even if they drive me crazy on a daily basis.  I still love them.  Even if a couple are evil on occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-9077875098495826266?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9077875098495826266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=9077875098495826266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/9077875098495826266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/9077875098495826266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/pets-rule-my-house-what-about-yours.html' title='The Pet&apos;s rule my house, what about yours?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZmiYUS2GQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sqHCVKpYtuI/s72-c/Dodger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-7958164638069862424</id><published>2009-02-14T19:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:44:24.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Wires, DVD plugs, what the Heck???</title><content type='html'>OK, so my year old 56 inch Phillips DLP TV had to go in for service this week and they brought it back today all nice and tuned up. Well what they DIDN'T do was hook everything back up correctly. So there I was behind this monstrosity trying to figure out which cord plugged into the TV and what plugged into the receiver/DVD. And don't even ask me where the X-Box 360 hooks up to, I have no idea. This thing is a mess. I need Jared!! I am pretty independent and usually can figure this stuff out, but this HDTV stuff has me stumped. I haven't got a freaking clue. All I want to do is get the TV hooked up so I can watch my "Grey's Anatomy" and "Private Practice" cross over event for the week. AAAAAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I'm going in my bedroom and watching a movie in there. I'll figure this out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-7958164638069862424?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7958164638069862424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=7958164638069862424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7958164638069862424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/7958164638069862424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/tv-wires-dvd-plugs-what-heck.html' title='TV Wires, DVD plugs, what the Heck???'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-5844592611018557832</id><published>2009-02-13T10:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:37:41.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Planning for the future to take care of today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the past three weeks I’ve gone through some personal health struggles that have put a real strain on my household income.  It was not something that I could have planned for; it was sudden and out of the blue.  Because of that, I wasn’t prepared financially, physically, and neither was my household prepared for what was about to happen.  The only thing ready for this new trial was my “spiritual wellbeing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very close to the members of my church and they helped me out by delivering meals while I was sick.  At least I didn’t have to worry about trying to cook dinner for my children.  That was one burden lifted from my shoulders.  You see I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  If there is one thing that we sister’s can do for one another its cook. And my kids were spoiled rotten.  I don’t usually make desserts and my lovely Relief Society Sister’s all brought yummy brownies and bundt cakes.  So after a week of that, my kids have come to expect these scrumptious and delectable treats to finish off their meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my new found budget will not allow such grandeur.  I know that you think brownies and Bundt Cake, how expensive could that be? Well when you’re trying to take care of medical expenses on top of all the other daily bills that you have, it adds up to A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I had PLANNED for this, or at least had something saved up and food “in storage” as my church advises us all to do, I might not be in the situation that I currently find myself.  Now, not to use this as an excuse, but I am a recent convert as of August 2008.  So I am still learning about all the “planning and preparing” that goes into being part of the church.  And I have to say that this is a fantastic idea.  I want to share some of this with all of you because I think that we can all benefit from such knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my March 2009 copy of the Ensign. Now for those of you that aren’t Mormon, you might not have heard of this magazine, but I’ve come to love the articles that are featured.  I’ve included the link for those of you that would like to check it out.  Turn to page 56 and the article is entitle “&lt;strong&gt;Family Home Storage: A New Message&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/churchmagazines/EN_2009_03_00___04203_000_000.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.lds.org/churchmagazines/EN_2009_03_00___04203_000_000.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guideline 1: Build your three-month supply gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I really took away from this article is that we’re not expected to “plan” for an entire year right up front. “&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Start small and do the best you can. Begin by purchasing a few extra items to add to your storage each week. Strive to build a one-week supply; then expand it to a one-month supply, then a three-month supply. By building your supply slowly, you can avoid financial strain and start down the path toward self-reliance&lt;/span&gt;.”  Pg. 58 Ensign, March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guideline 2: Store drinking water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we all go to the grocery store and buy bottled water.  So when we go we can buy an extra case and set it to the side.  With everything that has happened within the last few years from 911 to Katrina to the flooding in Iowa this past summer, you never know when a major catastrophe is going to take out the water supply.  “&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In times of need, having water to drink can be the difference between life and death—or at least between peace and anxiety&lt;/span&gt;.” Pg. 59, Ensign, March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Guideline 3: Set aside a little money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as far as this goes, this is where I will struggle the most; because if I have money available then I will spend it.  So this money needs to be in some type of account that is safe from “prying hands.”  This is why Jared, my sweetie, is perfect for me.  Because he will ride my butt hard on any purchases if I tell him to guard my finances for me.  “&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From the First Presidency comes this counsel: ‘We encourage you wherever you may live in the world to prepare for adversity by looking to the condition of your finances. We urge you to be modest in your expenditures. . . . Save a little money regularly to gradually build a financial reserve’&lt;/span&gt;.” Pg. 59-60 Ensign, March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Thomas S. Monson is quoted as saying “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today we find that many have followed this counsel in reverse: they have at least a year’s supply of debt and are food-free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” Pg. 58, Ensign, March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more guideline’s listed, but these are the three most important that I wanted to share with all of you.  If I would have heeded the first two then I would not have even felt the shift of being down for three weeks with an illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am saying my friends, is in this economy that is such a mess right now, lets take more time to consider our homes and families. Let’s plan better and secure a future for our families that have them well provided for and keep them safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Mel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-5844592611018557832?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5844592611018557832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=5844592611018557832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5844592611018557832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/5844592611018557832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/planning-for-future-to-take-care-of.html' title='Planning for the future to take care of today'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-8039736223561920409</id><published>2009-02-12T13:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:40:31.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Don't Bully Me Mr. Big Shot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So lately I've been learning a lot of lessons at great expense to my wallet! The latest was to the tune of $300.  Now some of you might say that's not too bad; but when the person receiving the sum of money did nothing to EARN said sum, its quite infuriating.  Now you would think that being a 39 year old woman, I would know better, well it comes down to trusting people, and believing that they are going to perform the service that you paid them to do.  But then when they up and quit on you and refuse to refund the money that you paid them, what do you do?  Especially when person said is a powerful individual that you would have no chance at winning against?  It comes down to the bully beating up on the little guy and stealing his lunch money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching American Idol last night and the very last two contestants were an Iron Welder from Arizona and an Oil Rough Neck from Texas.  Both of them were guys with families but the judges could only pick one of them.  So leave it to the producers to have a “Sing Off.” Even after these guys sang for their lives the judges couldn't make a decision.  So what did American Idol do? They decided that because of the kind of jobs these two guys, Blue Collar, that they represented the TRUE Americans that would be voting. So they put them BOTH through to the show. GO FOR YOU AI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t my guy take a clue from the producers at American Idol? We’re all hurting in this economy.  And you didn’t do a darn thing for my measly $300. GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!! You’re no better than Bernie Madoff and his $50 Billion Ponzi scheme. I’m a single mother of two kids.  Does that make you feel better to steal money from people and not provide them the service that you signed a contract for? You weren’t even decent enough to return a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well, Mr. Big Shot. Take that $300 and buy your assistant lunch, since she was the only one that emailed me that I would NOT be getting a refund on any payments. At least she had the courage and decency to respond. I would think McDonald's is good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go eat crackers for lunch. It seems that’s all I can afford right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to everyone ~ Even Mr. Big Shot. He needs extra Blessings to cover his greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-8039736223561920409?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8039736223561920409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=8039736223561920409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8039736223561920409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/8039736223561920409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-bully-me-mr-big-shot.html' title='Don&apos;t Bully Me Mr. Big Shot!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-6226358770063594551</id><published>2009-02-11T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:12:30.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go of the dead weight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did something yesterday that was a defining moment in my life.  Because of that action I've made a decision to move forward in my life and drop the dead weight that I've been carrying around for a long time.  By dead weight I mean relationships, material things, habits, whatever I see as a bad thing that is just not healthy for me or my children. I will no longer allow those around me to bully me or dictate my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I plan on writing whatever I choose to write in my blog.  If you don't like it - then don't read it! Honestly, I don't care.  Its my business and you're not the boss of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace out people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-6226358770063594551?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6226358770063594551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=6226358770063594551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6226358770063594551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/6226358770063594551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/letting-go-of-dead-weight.html' title='Letting go of the dead weight....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-1639459868961685978</id><published>2009-02-10T11:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:22:03.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children for Profit..what a sad day its become!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been bothered these last few days by the single mother of the octuplets in California. Now I realize that I don't know this woman from the next person. But what I've heard about her makes my skin crawl. She went in to her doctor to get Invetro Fertilization because she said that she wanted to have one more child - on top of the six that she already had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, What doctor would even consider doing this in the first place? She was a single mother on disability with SIX children!! But he did it anyway, and he implanted six fertilized eggs which turned into EIGHT babies. It was obvious that this woman didn't have an issue having children. She just chose to go about it in a non-conventional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a single mother of TWO kids and there are times when I've barely made ends meet in the past raising only two. How does she expect to do it with 14? Her mother and farther had to give up their own home in order for her to continue living in the house she shares with the kids. So now you have three adults and 14 kids living in a 4 bedroom home? How does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read that after the story of her "situation" leaked out that corporate sponsors have stayed away, not wanting to be associated with this type of "unconventional family." Can you blame them? I read an article that Ms. Suleman demanded $2 million from Oprah for an interview. Seriously? Oprah, the one person who gives millions of dollars away constantly? She turned her down and told Ms. Suleman that that Harpo Productions does not pay for interviews. Good for you Oprah! Even if some people I know think you're the anti-Christ - you're OK in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Suleman was interviewed by Anne Curry of the TODAY show and she told Anne that she loved her babies and that she only wanted one more. But that Reduction was not an option for her. THEN WHY HAVE ALL SIX EGGS IMPLANTED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Nayda was asked how she was going to support her now - 14 children, she said that she planned to go back to school and once she finished she would be able to support them without any problems what so ever. OK fine, but until then she was going to have to depend on her student loans, family, friends, and church for help to get her through. Her CHURCH? Where was her church when she came up with this hair brained idea in the first place? Why wasn't her Pastor talking her out of this and getting her the MUCH NEEDED therapy that she so desperately needs. You can't replace loneliness from your childhood with a house full of children.  Not one of these children have a father. They were all born through IVF. Where was her church then? That's 14 kid's without a father figure in their life. I have a hard time believing that this woman is truly involved in a stable church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZHCbw2sdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-bxxR3dqDRw/s1600-h/tdy-090209-octupletapp-sulemaninterview-currywide_hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301232018618348578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZHCbw2sdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-bxxR3dqDRw/s320/tdy-090209-octupletapp-sulemaninterview-currywide_hlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301232188462241650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZHClpkol3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/T5zERiPk0-M/s320/tdy-090209-octuplets-josiah_hlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But in all fairness to Ms. Suleman, she's not the only parent of multiples profiting off her kids. Lets talk about Jon and Kate Gosselin. I actually loved this show - Jon and Kate plus Eight - up until about two weeks ago. Until they moved into the McMansion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZG7A-4kjNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_XPhLCYLkVE/s1600-h/jonkate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301223861946453202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZG7A-4kjNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_XPhLCYLkVE/s320/jonkate1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301224013616684546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZG7Jz5kngI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h957coap3zU/s320/jonkate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice digs for an IT specialist and a stay at home mom don't you think? I wonder if TLC had a hand in purchasing the home. Or maybe it was profits from their many speaking engagements, book deals, producers credits. NONE of which they would have had, had they not had the sextuplets. Who I have to tell you are just cute as a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it just goes back to the fact that they are profiting off of their kids. And I think that is just wrong! Kate is no worse than a bad stage mother. Her kids are in front of the camera all the time. I mean for goodness sake, we saw her kids potty training. I hope that they are saving up for therapy while dropping the millions on their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wouldn't be so upset about the house if Kate didn't seem so ungrateful when the show aired. All she could so was complain about how dirty the kitchen was. But the worst part was how she went off on the kids about not EVER - under severe punishment - were they ever allowed in Kate and Jon's bedroom. That room was completely off limits. She was so over dramatic about it that it was sad. I just wanted to smack her and tell her lady, if it wasn't for those 8 kids, you wouldn't have that bedroom, so shut your pie hole! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm getting off my soap box now. I just needed to vent. I hope that you all hug your kids tightly today and appreciate them for the gift of life and love that they bring to your life and not the amount of money they can bring to your wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blessings Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-1639459868961685978?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1639459868961685978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=1639459868961685978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1639459868961685978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/1639459868961685978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/children-for-profitwhat-sad-day-its.html' title='Children for Profit..what a sad day its become!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SZHCbw2sdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-bxxR3dqDRw/s72-c/tdy-090209-octupletapp-sulemaninterview-currywide_hlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-3325938362720797354</id><published>2009-02-05T17:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:37:34.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>I'll just keep on, keeping on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I am. A new post. I'm feeling a bit burned today after my harsh reprimand yesterday from another about my blog postings. So if you've noticed, all of my postings have been removed that might have mentioned anyone by name. Just to keep everyone happy. But just so you know, my sweetie had my back and agreed that my blog is my personal diary and I should be able to write whatever I choose to write. If they don't want to read it, then don't click on the link! But I'm done with that business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to feel better. I had to work from home again today as I was in an extreme amount of pain all night. I know that I'll eventually get to feeling better, but it is beginning to take an emotional toll on me. Its frustrating that I'm not feeling 100%. Its been a week now. Grrrrrrrr! I can seriously say that I am over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to better things...HOCKEY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is the Stanley Cup rematch between the Detroit Redwings and the Pittsburgh Penguins. I love this rivalry because The Pens and the Wings had a great series last year. In fact, I would say, EXCLUDING USA beating Russia in the 1980 Olympics. Game Five of the Stanley Cup last year, was the greatest hockey game I've ever watched. Even though, my beloved Redwings lost, it was an incredible game to witness. Jared and I watch every single game of the Stanley Cup last year. And wouldn't you know, he rooted for the Pens just because the Wings knocked his Dallas Stars out of bid for the Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well rooting for the Pens in the Finals has turned Jared into this CRAZY Penguins Fan. So now we have this love/hate rivalry! And what made it even WORSE? Marion Hossa left the Pittsburgh Penguins after they LOST to the Redwings and signed with the REDWINGS!!! Hahaha!! Well next to Sydney Crosby, Hossa was one of Jared's favorite Players. So now - Hossa is doing AWESOME as a Redwing, But Jared thinks he's a Punk. Of course because he's a "Traitor". Could that be because his Pen's are in 10th Place in the Eastern Conference and the Wings are 2nd in the Western Conference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's just me poking a little dig. Jared has every right not to like this guy. He had no loyalty towards his team what so ever! Detroit was still celebrating their win of the Cup when Hossa signed on the dotted line! The guy is a scum bag. And he only signed for a year. His words were: "I want a chance to win the Stanley Cup." Well he almost did last year. That series was anyone's to win. Both teams played incredibly. And I would bet money that if Detroit doesn't win the Cup again this year (which they will, I'm just saying if they didn't) Hossa will be on his way to the team that does win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, this Sunday is the rematch and I've got it set to DVR. The start time is 12:30 Central and I don't get out of Church until 2pm. So I've told Jared that under penalty of death, he's not to tell me what happens. Because I want to be able to watch it without knowing the final results. When these two teams play one another, its always a good time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see the Pens and Wings in the Finals again. But the Pens have a lot of work to do if that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-3325938362720797354?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3325938362720797354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=3325938362720797354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3325938362720797354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/3325938362720797354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-just-keep-on-keeping-on.html' title='I&apos;ll just keep on, keeping on!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-2554515905707609927</id><published>2009-02-04T11:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:08:45.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been asked to censor my material because its bothersome to some people. I'm so sorry. Isn't the point of a blog to share what's going on in your life? I mean, you need to express the feelings that you're having right? I made a promise to myself that I would be completely honest with everything on my blog. I refuse to let anyone tell me who, what, where, are why I should write about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not going to change that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New topic tomorrow, once I get over the shock of being "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Suffocated&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-2554515905707609927?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2554515905707609927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=2554515905707609927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2554515905707609927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2554515905707609927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/censorship.html' title='Censorship'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468950731539249241.post-2363727589882506368</id><published>2009-02-02T23:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:08:21.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Wow, two posts in one day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, this is a special post, because I just got done watching tonight's &lt;em&gt;Bachelor&lt;/em&gt;. WOW! That's all I can say. I usually watch this show because these girls are very caddy and the guys are all about the "score." Well Jason Mesnick is, in my opinion, the greatest Bachelor ever. He's a single Dad that absolutely loves his little boy Ty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well tonight he had a date with one of the girls, Melissa, and his son didn't want him to go out on a date. Ty wanted him to stay home because Jason had been gone for over a week. So instead of continuing with the date, which the producers would have preferred, Jason called and cancelled their night on the town. He asked Melissa if she would mind hanging out at his place for a casual night at home because he couldn't leave Ty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But there was another thing that he did that I thought was important. First of all, he left a note for her at the door and told her to make herself at home, but he had to put Ty to bed. He didn't allow Melissa to meet Ty. He told her that he wasn't ready for anyone to meet him, but he did allow her to peek in and see Ty after he was asleep. It showed me that Jason is serious about who he allows to interact with his son. But the fact that he spent the time to put Ty to bed by reading him a story and tucking him in instead of running down to begin his date with Melissa showed me that Jason really does put his little boy first in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's all. I just wanted to share my opinion on this episode tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BTW - I'm a little torn between the ladies now. Melissa and Molly are my top favs. But Naomi is in the running too. I just don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468950731539249241-2363727589882506368?l=melsfamblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2363727589882506368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6468950731539249241&amp;postID=2363727589882506368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2363727589882506368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468950731539249241/posts/default/2363727589882506368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melsfamblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-two-posts-in-one-day.html' title='Wow, two posts in one day!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524463018982189566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aowKtMkMdY4/SXjzjY16o9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/H0PjDc5UKZQ/S220/DSCF0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
