<?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-2397602369377908031</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:36:50.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler and Melissa: Adorable</title><subtitle type='html'>Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished.  If you're alive, it isn't.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1459046030476929689</id><published>2012-01-22T14:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:40:49.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello lovely people</title><content type='html'>So, I did it.&amp;nbsp; I started the other blog.&amp;nbsp; It's up and I am terrified.&amp;nbsp; It will take a lot of work and a lot of changes.&amp;nbsp; Not anything over night that's for sure.&amp;nbsp; Anyone can diet but if you can't change your thinking then it's all for nothing.&amp;nbsp; I do have a separate email if they want to comment or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will strictly be about updates and the doings in our lives; Tyler and I.&amp;nbsp; I will update more tomorrow because we do have a HUGE change coming so stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me if you want the link to the other blog: mylifediary.melissa@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1459046030476929689?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1459046030476929689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-lovely-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1459046030476929689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1459046030476929689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-lovely-people.html' title='Hello lovely people'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8164065100500292306</id><published>2012-01-06T20:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:15:33.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Updates</title><content type='html'>Hey people out there in blogger world.  If you're still reading thanks!!  We have finally joined the 21st century and got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  Ty has this fabulous laptop that we can actually put to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let you all know that I will be starting another blog.  I will keep up with this one to update everyone on the happenings of our life.  Well, assuming that anyone cares HA!!  Perhaps I'll make it a private family blog or I don't know maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other blog is going to be just about me.  I have been inspired by a couple of women that I don't know at all but we have a connection.  We are the chubby/fluffy chicks on a journey to try and change who we allowed ourselves to become.  I have found support and comfort in their blogs and I am hoping that my journey and thoughts will do the same.  Or provide a bit of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all posted when I am able to get it up and running.  I have begun blogging already.  I was using WORD at work ha ha.  I will have an email also that I will set up if anyone wants to email me personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that putting myself out there like this may be crazy but trying to lose weight the other ways I've tried just isn't working.  I am hoping that I can gain support, tips, and the will to do this and not only change my physical body but my way of life.  It's not just about the physical you have to change the way you think and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance for any and all of your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-8164065100500292306?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8164065100500292306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8164065100500292306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8164065100500292306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-updates.html' title='More Updates'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-667082360991644841</id><published>2011-12-11T17:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:05:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an Update....</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone that still reads this old blog.  I am so sorry that I have been slacking in the blogging department.  It's been such a stressful time since March.  I'll give the short version and elaborate later:&lt;br /&gt;- April...nothing really happened more wedding planning and decision making.&lt;br /&gt;- May -Got evicted (oh what a story that is) and had to move home with my parents  YAY.  Picked out the bridesmaids dresses.&lt;br /&gt;- June Picked up my wedding dress and continued wedding planning.  still in school commuting back and forth 45 minutes one way to school/work/home.&lt;br /&gt;- July had a Mental Breakdown because I was turning 29 and more school and wedding planning&lt;br /&gt;-August -moved out to my apartment and hit crunch time with wedding planning.&lt;br /&gt;- September WEDDING MONTH yay!!!  I love my wedding day.  it was so beautiful.  it rained right up unitl we walked down the isle then it was the most perfect day.  I love my Husband and feel so blessed.  I have the most amazing family and I will be forever grateful to everyone who shared our day with us.&lt;br /&gt;- October was the Hair show at school and our team took first in our Category.  it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;- November was good.  Had to take a leave from school for stupid health crap.&lt;br /&gt;and that brings us to December.  I'll update longer when we finally get internet at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-667082360991644841?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/667082360991644841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/667082360991644841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/667082360991644841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-update.html' title='Finally an Update....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5137348294705342036</id><published>2011-03-20T11:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:44:26.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Blessings, Reflection, and Other Things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt; UGHH blogging can be such a pain sometimes….BUT I LOVE IT!!  When I get on the floor at school I will actually be starting another one so watch for that…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life.  I’m not really sure if it’s because I’m rapidly approaching the ripe old age of 30 or that in about 6 months my life is going to change completely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’m excited about my life changing.  I am so done with this part of my life.  I’ve been waiting so long for my own family and I think I’ve chosen beautifully.  However, getting closer to 30; not so much.  I think it’s because I wasted so much of my twenties.  Wasted time with people who in the long run don’t really matter and making choices that I don’t regret but looking back wish I would have been smarter to choose differently.  Live and learn I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’ve been thinking SO much about life and its journey; from beginning to end.  We’re born, we live, and we die.  During the ‘we live’ part, we are supposed to find people that bring joy and happiness, learn as much as we can, and hopefully make wise choices that better who we are.  My question has suddenly become…WHY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’ve been told a million times the only thing that we can take with us when we die is our mind and education.   Part of me thinks sweet (Assuming I still make it to heaven HA) and the small cynical part is thinking, “Great, I pay for an education 4 times over and I can’t even use it when I die I can only think about it.”  Cheerful thought, ey?  (These thoughts have actually inspired the title of my new blog!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The other day I was sitting in a restaurant eating lunch with my friend and there was an old man.  As I’m sure you’ve noticed from previous blogs I have a habit of observing.  Some call it staring I call it observing.  He was struggling a bit to walk and was going slow but when he made it to his booth I was completely amazed at what I had observed.  He had a military drill sergeant hat like you see in the Marines.  He placed that in front of his tray and then sat as though he was sitting in the Mess Hall at chow time; and he began to pray.  It was one of the most touching moments of my life but what made it sad for me was that he was alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;There, in a fast food restaurant, a man who obviously risked his life for his country, is in probably his late 70’s/early 80’s is eating alone.  I wanted to cry.  Looking back now I should have picked up my tray and sat with him.  Talked to him about his life learn about who he is.  Does he have a family, was he married, kids, grandkids, does he see them often, friends, and more importantly why is he eating alone when everyone around him has someone?  Is this what life is when we near the end of our journey.  Eating alone in a restaurant because we have no one around?  Going home and being alone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I had a million questions but because of fear I didn’t go.  I know for me anyway that fear stops us from doing a lot of things.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;After we were finish with lunch and in the couple weeks to follow I find myself yet again wondering what's the point if the end result is death.  I realize it makes me sound super depressed but I'm really not.  I just think that we work to hard in our life to make sure its filled with people who love us and experiences that mold us to just die in the end.  It's made me realize that I am an incredibly selfish person.  I don't want the people I truly love to die.  I want to see where my family goes.  Sure, I may be able to watch the progress from heaven but I want to be there and be apart of their lives.  I want to be able to experience things with them.  Maybe it's the not knowing what comes after that spurs all of these thoughts.  I think that now that I've found the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with and my family is growing and growing I don't want to know that there is an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;     Well not that I've completely brought down the house I'll talk about part two.  I actually stumbled onto this blog by accident and still now it's been over a month since I've read it and it's all I can think about.  I often wonder what has happened to the youth of today.  It seems that every generation it's gotten worse.  It's not enough that people were bullied in school but now it's taken to the world wide web, cell phones, and whatever else there is.  This particular blog was a woman talking about an experience her daughter had with a fellow classmate.  Apparently some girls on the playground were telling him that they wanted to kill him and that he would be better off dead.  OH and did I mention they are in fifth grade.  It got me thinking about when I was in fifth grade.  I was teased too but never to that degree.  It was always the fat jokes and the fact that I got a training bra before anyone else in my class.  No one (at least that I now of) wanted me to die.  I couldn't even believe it.  Even now it puts a huge lump in my throat.  I see the babies in my life and wonder will someone be that cruel to them.  Will someone make fun of them for their flaws or will they be the bullies?  Will they be the ones who stand up for those that are picked on?  I guess time will tell...in this case the little girl told the boy that she didn't feel that way.  Hopefully it may have even saved his life.  Tell me what's your biggest problem...SERIOUSLY.  Take a good hard look at your children right now.  How will you teach them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;    I've done a lot of reflection in my life.  Things that I've done and the things I am doing; wondering if I'm a good person leading a good life.  I really want to strive each day to be a good person.  Lately I'm definitely struggling.  I've been so frustrated with incidents that have come to light and while it's completely enraged me all I can hear is my mother saying over and over again, "Just ignore them."  Well, mom, sometimes it's easier said than done.  HA HA.  In time things will get easier.  I'll be able to move on and get on with the next stage of my life.  I'll be halfway through my dream job of Cosmetology, married to the man of my dreams, and well on my way to starting the family I've always wanted.  I FINALLY get my babies with my dream man.  This is will bring everything in my life to balance and a little closer to heaven.  I always knew that I deserved happiness I just had to be ready to receive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;     One of the most important gifts I've learned to never to take for granted again is my parents.  Last month was the scariest of my life and my worst fear almost come true.  My parents were in a pretty bad accident.  While I won't discuss the details of it all I will say that they are two of the luckiest people.  I am a firm believer in divine intervention.  I'll never tell my parents what I've found only because they don't want to know (drives you nuts doesn't it mom...) but I know for a fact that everything happens for a reason and they have a little angel watching over them.  I love my parents very much and am so grateful they are OK.  I'm so blessed that my father will get to walk me down the isle and give me away and that my mother will be there with me picking out my dress and putting the little flowers in my hair.  I thank God every day that I have them in my life.  Family is a great thing and I get to have my own now.  Add to the blessings that have newly come to our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;   As I sit here and type this the one Episode of Golden Girls that always makes me cry is on.  Talk about Ironic.  It reminds me though now that I won't be alone when I get to my Golden Girl age.  Of Course, while I'm getting there I won't stop wondering and asking the questions.  It makes Tyler insane that I have so many questions and worry.  As my mother would say, "I'm my fathers child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Be happy - Love Everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5137348294705342036?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5137348294705342036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-blessings-reflection-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5137348294705342036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5137348294705342036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-blessings-reflection-and-other.html' title='Love, Blessings, Reflection, and Other Things..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6731010017704689607</id><published>2011-02-17T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:05:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG……WTF…….&lt;br /&gt;OK so I totally need to go the Gym.  Ever look at a picture of yourself taken at the wrong angle, time, or in my case all the frigging time.  Just did…now I want to cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Holy crap…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m completely beside myself right now.  I got that burning sensation on my face and in my chubby gut; you know when you just got caught red handed.  Note to self avoid cameras at all costs.  OK so I’ll be going to the Gym tonight after school….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously shaking….I feel like I’m in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH…ironic feeling.  Maybe I am??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-6731010017704689607?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6731010017704689607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6731010017704689607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6731010017704689607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3481900446680752388</id><published>2011-02-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:29:23.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Perspiration Realization Support and Disturbia…</title><content type='html'>Ok so that title made me giggle a bit.  I love the Rhianna song Disturbia that’s the only reason why I posted it.  Well, actually that’s not true; so I’ll start with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disturbia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was just told by a coworker that I need to keep a record of my random thoughts.  I would have to agree.  Especially lately; I can’t really decide if it’s sleep deprivation or if I’m just becoming a deep philosophical thinker as I approach my 30’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember the exact moment it was that I was observing the elderly man that threw my good day vibe violently out the window but he really just made me stop and think about all the stupid stuff I worry about and how may times a day I worry about it.  (that was a long sentence..)  I was watching him walk with the elderly-ness.  You know the slow, slightly hunched over, I’ve been walking for 80 years walk and it got me thinking the question we all think at one point….what’s is all for?  Duh, I know the most obvious answer..to become a well educated person that lives a full life.  I was in a bizarre mood that day and took it to a bizarre place.  I’m a Cosmo Student…will I be able to cut hair in Heaven?  I know I need to make money to survive this life but why if I’m going to just die and not take my stuff with me what’s the point?  Are we supposed to live a full life with family, kids, trips, experiences, education, and a gym membership (to be explained later).  Is there going to be a camp fire in Heaven (assuming I get there HA) that we’ll all get to sit around and talk about it?  Will be able to utilize our life learned lessons in Heaven?  Will people need Haircuts/makeovers?  Pretty deep and yet disturbing I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion that it’s because I’m rapidly approaching 30.  Since I started school it feels like my life hit the Fast Forward Button.  I try really hard but it just keeps remind me that I’m getting older which means my family is getting older which means we’re all getting closer to the end of the journey.  YES, I can hear myself and how depressing I sound.  Heck, in school they tell us to keep the end in mind so I definitely blame them for this.  :o)  In their defense they also tell not to count how many hours but how many experiences.  (BLAH BLAH BLAH)    Is this deep thinking or over thinking?  NOT A CLUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well, now that I’ve got the sad and depressed out of the way let’s move on to what really kind of pulled me out of that FUNK.  I’m still thinking about it just not as much.  I was getting ready for work one morning when Life or Something Like it was on HBO.  I got into it but I had to leave and then forgot about it.  Saturday with Tyler came along and I was trying to get ready to go out when he stumbled on it again….in the exact same spot I left off.  I got the feeling I was supposed to watch it so I drug out the getting ready process…which he really really hates!!  I had to finish watching though it was too strange.  I won’t playback the entire movie but there were a couple parts that really stuck out.  One was a line in the movie, “A minute just seems like a really long time to waste.”  Thinking about time in terms of minutes it does seem like we have lot of time but in the grand scheme of things we really don’t.  The next part that has stuck with me that also ties in with the previous was ‘“What would you do if you only had a week to live?  “I would go to all the people I care about, and I would try memorize their faces.”’&lt;br /&gt;It was like they were speaking to me in the movie.  Sounds stupid I know but I think things like that.  Certain songs on the radio playing at the time they do or a show on TV.  I have a Golden Girls Episode that does the same thing.  Never mind the fact that I’ve seen the episode about a million times, the message seems so powerful.  If you’re wondering I’ll give a brief overview.  Sofia answers a personals ad and come to find out it’s a couple looking for a replacement wife because the dude’s wife is dying.  Sofia decides to go through with it because she doesn’t want to be alone and she doesn’t want him to be alone either.  In the end the little old woman says to her husband that she feels guilty for leaving.  He says to her don’t feel guilty, I’ll be along shortly.  Even now, typing that, it brings tears to my eyes.  It was then and with the movie that I realized that it’s all about the love with surrounds us with.  It certainly doesn’t make losing those around us that we love so much any easier but it gives us fulfillment so we don’t dread so much on the loss.  I sure hope that this isn’t it.  That everything we do here we will be able to continue on in the here after.  I’m sure that hair still grows in Heaven.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This really was to make people giggle.  So, we are cutting hair in school right.  Well, I find myself concentrating so hard that I sweat and bite my lip.  I’ve actually had to buy hard candy’s to keep in my Rollie.  It’s actually quite hilarious to watch.  Do you remember when little kids are concentrating so hard in school they would be concentrating SO hard that their tongue is sticking out the side of their mouth.  Yeah that’s totally me.  I can’t even imagine what I look like or what I will look like to clients.  They’ll be like “Freak of nature; get me someone else.”  I think if I don’t sweat on them they’ll be OK.  Ok well if I clip 6 inches when they only wanted a trim I might lose a finger or two.  Full time work and school is HARD!!  I’ve been sick monthly with also cause’s perspiration.  It feels like flu all the time.  I had to take a day off last week because I was so exhausted I hurled on the side of the road and then again when I got home.  I don’t really know why I’m sharing this other that it’s funny.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so exhausted.  Would explain the delusional thoughts about getting old and death.  Hello…Padded Room….It’s Melissa Calling!!!  Can I talk to your friend straight jacket and their sister Valium? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Support:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I never in my life even when I was in sports thought that I would need a cheerleader.  In school I always tried to hit them with the ball.  I don’t know why but it’s funny to watch chicks scream at a rolling ball.  Since starting school, my classmates and I have had our share of whining moments.  We completely pull the “This isn’t fair and we should be the exception to every rule…blah blah blah whine whine whine.”  I swear there were days when I wanted to beat myself up.  My moment of clarification that WAS SO NEEDED was when a fellow student rocked a cut that we were doing and the teacher was praising her.  Like any good teacher would do!!  (when you’re that unsure of yourself a bit of praising goes a long way.)  What opened my eyes was another student in my class making the mocking comments and rolling of the eyes.  WOWZA how old are we again??  I went to nights to avoid the High School Drama.  See this is what happens when you pick a field that is 99.9% chick.  God help me if I take my shears to someone’s ears.  I was doing another cut a few weeks later and was able to get the same kind of praise and encouragement.  If felt so good and allowed me to feel confident that I CAN DO THIS.  Silly as it sounds; silently encouraging yourself goes so far and really helps.  Knowing that it is recognized that you’re trying and want to succeed is so amazing.  I have so many great people in my corner cheering me on.  They know I can do which helps me to know that I can do it.  I certainly won’t be throwing balls at them!!!  (On a side note just because it happened Last night…sometimes they can be jerks though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally…REALIZATION:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch…my fragile pride.  About a month ago I was at Red Lobster with my Tyler enjoying a cute little romantic dinner.  It was so fun.  I looked cute too…or so I thought.  As we went to leave there was a table of both male and females.  For whatever reason, they decided to take it upon themselves to whisper, look me up and down, and laugh.  Oh I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  About a week later I was enjoying lunch at school when the same type of thing happened.  Don’t you just love it when a table full of Size 5’s talk about how fat they are.  SERIOUSLY…shut your anorexic pie hole.  This last Saturday was the same situation.  HI I weight 120 lbs and I’m a heifer.  It’s a wonder I made it out of the break room without my ear tagged.  I shouldn’t be too surprised; I chose the industry of the compulsively vain.  I’m not really sure if it’s God trying to send me another message or what but it’s starting to get to me.  I never realized that there was something wrong with me until SO MANY PEOPLE decided to point it out.  My question is where do people get the right?  It seems like because you don’t weigh as much others you have to add the weight of being a complete jerk.  How empty is ones life that they feel the need to pick apart another person’s flaws.  OH sure we can chalk it up to they’re just insecure about themselves.  I’m sure many ready are thinking…oh that’s so rude I would never do that.  Well, chances are you have.  If not about me, another chunky person or someone who is just a bit different from you. &lt;br /&gt; It’s not as though I’ve not heard it my entire life.  I’ve been getting it from people who are supposed to love me unconditionally.  I think that was the hardest.  Well it’s never easy being told that you’re a fat cow or as fat as a house.  (Yeah it hurts HA..)  It’s becoming painfully aware to me that I am just socially unacceptable because of my weight.  For a while I was taking it to a really dark place…to a point where I actually had to talk myself into going out in public.  It’s paralyzing.  I get anxiety attacks in restaurants and can barely eat at family functions.  It might explain my stomach issues.  My stomach is saying, “No more torture!!”&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really want to say well I’m going to drop all this weight to make everyone happy.   I was happy until people started pointing out all the negative things about me.  I am a happy person and I love making other people happy.  I wish people would get off my back and let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note though, my doctor did say that she’d like to see me get healthy for my future children.  I talked to her back in January about me and my baby makin parts.  Since I’m getting married soon and getting older I wanted to make sure they are all in working order.  She is the sweetest doctor I’ve ever had and she listens to me.  She really hit close to my heart and so I taken her advice and tried to mentally encourage myself.  It’s nice when someone wants to encourage you for actual health reasons and not because your chunky butt embarrasses them or you’re afraid FAT is contagious.  GEEZ people are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am happy in my life right now….well ok about 98% happy.  I am hoping that the new gym at my work will help improve that to 100%!!  Looking back this is a long freaking blog HA HA…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3481900446680752388?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3481900446680752388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/inspiration-perspiration-realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3481900446680752388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3481900446680752388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/inspiration-perspiration-realization.html' title='Inspiration Perspiration Realization Support and Disturbia…'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3030256171270922216</id><published>2011-02-07T19:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:25:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Just Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>Well, life has certainly been interesting the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UMMMM&lt;/span&gt; 5 months. Most of you know that I've started Cosmo School. It has been such an interesting ride so far. I was reading back on some of my posts and I really didn't like Nails. Mostly because I was in it and I sucked at it. I did have an amazing teacher that kept reminding me that it's OK if I don't get it on the first try. It comes in time. I don't know why but I'm one of those people that if I don't get it right the first time I stop. HUH, self discovery moment...it's probably why I never finished anything.&lt;br /&gt;After nails we started Hair. J was right (J is my nail instructor) we were going to miss her. Even now three months later..we miss her like crazy. I think it's mostly because she never talked to us like we're idiots. She listened to our questions and explained. It's so funny, my nail art project has sort of become the template to my upcoming wedding. I think I'll keep it as a display in our home. It turned out really cute.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in hair or SASSOON. Talk about technical. This is definitely not an idiots job. So far, I've had successful hair cuts. Of course, they are on the dummy. It's going to be a whole other ball game when it's a real persons head. We only get one model for that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EEEEEK&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully the model I've chosen is looking to lose some length. I have a fabulous hair style planned for her. Hopefully I don't mess it up. I love the girls in my class. They are such a fun bunch. I think it makes learning so much easier; a lot more one on one. There are only five of us. I like going to school at night. I don't have the luxury to live off mommy and daddy's dime to go full time but I find that part time is a blessing. I'm already stressed and have gotten sick like clock work since October. I've already got my ideas for this years hair show!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else...OH yes, the little brother got married. It was such a great wedding. I am so glad they finally tied the knot!! What a great couple they are!! My Older Bro and Sister in Law had their twins. It's exciting. Little man is home but the little princess has to stay in the hospital a while longer until she is strong enough. You know us girls...we have to do things on our own time. they are wonderfully adorable and I can't wait to meet them. NOW I'm going to have to wait until I shake this stupid Sinus Infection/Head Cold/Flu-Like garbage gets out of my system. I swear as soon as school is over I am taking a month off to sleep. 60+ hours a week is such crap.&lt;br /&gt;Last and most important....TYLER AND I ARE ENGAGED. Seriously if you didn't already know...how self involved are you... HA HA HA. He is just the sneakiest little devil. He proposed on Christmas Day. I thought it was a promise ring he had other ideas...we had a good laugh. OK so I cried....A LOT....&lt;br /&gt;I totally thought that it wasn't going to happen for another year...or at least until I was out of school. I did tell him that I didn't want to know about it and well he succeeded. He's so amazingly wonderful and I love him more every day. Who would of thought that I would have found someone that allows me to be a selfish brat with horrible self confidence and who loves me so much!! NOT ME. Yikes I thought I was going to be a bitter female who sits alone in their house and shakes their fist at men for being douche bags.&lt;br /&gt;(OK SO MEN ARE STILL DOUCHE BAGS SOME WE JUST LOVE MORE THAN OTHERS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I have to go now. Apparently my parents think it's my responsibility to drive them everywhere....like they EVER did that for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bweahhahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3030256171270922216?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3030256171270922216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-just-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3030256171270922216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3030256171270922216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-just-catch-up.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Catch Up...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-519049317117608721</id><published>2011-02-01T14:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:02:00.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Thought...or Two or Three....</title><content type='html'>- Just because they're your parents doesn't mean they're always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PEOPLE ARE VAIN SELF SERVING BASTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before you teach Practice what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.•*´¨ ) ¸.•*¨) -:¦:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (¸.•´(¸.*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-519049317117608721?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/519049317117608721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-quick-thoughtor-two-or-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/519049317117608721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/519049317117608721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-quick-thoughtor-two-or-three.html' title='Just a Quick Thought...or Two or Three....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8251239486814038416</id><published>2010-11-22T15:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:22:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Relationship to an End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.  When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When someone is in your life for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.  They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually.  They may seem like a godsend, and they are.  They are there for the reason you need them to be.  Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.  Sometimes they die.  Sometimes they walk away.  Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.  What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled;  their work is done.  The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When people come into your life for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt;, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.  They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.  They may teach you something you have never done.  They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.  Believe it!  It is real!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, only for a season. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/span&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.  Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway);  and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.  It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Sometimes you just have to walk away.  There was a reason and now it's gone.  &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/2397602369377908031-8251239486814038416?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8251239486814038416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/bring-relationship-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8251239486814038416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8251239486814038416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/bring-relationship-to-end.html' title='Bring the Relationship to an End'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4815797519396934206</id><published>2010-10-11T18:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:01:45.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm seeing RED....and having nighmares</title><content type='html'>Some people at work thought that I should start a blog about my experiences at school.  I have had a couple of clients and let me tell ya…each one has been unique.  &lt;em&gt;(Side Note: I do use the word ‘shit’ a lot in this post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nails are definitely not as fun as I thought they were going to be.  I think it’s just frustrating that I’m not grasping the concept.  I can blame ¾’s of the on the fact that each time they teach us the proper way to do it I get put on an appointment and miss the demonstration.  I’ve basically been left on my own to figure it out which really pisses me off.  I’m spending a lot of money for being self taught….and I suck.  I’m not paying $15,500 to suck at something.  I am a visual learner.  I have to watch how it’s done first then I do.  If I don’t see I can’t do.  Since the last two weeks nothing has changed I’ll just figure the crap out on my own or ask a nail professional if I can sit in and watch; perhaps take some notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spa Mani’s and Pedi’s are a breeze.  Just a note to those coming, if you have nasty shit on your feet don’t come in.  No open cuts, sores, pain, warts, fungus, or any other nasty crap growing on your feet.  It’s not safe for you or us.  Not to mention you will be asked to book a later time after it’s healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDI #1 wasn’t so bad.  It was a teen girl with her mother.  Of course she would pick red polish which is the hardest to paint with.  We have to paint with that color on our state board exam because it shows how shitty a painter you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDI #2 was a little more difficult.  It was three Asian ladies; mother and her two daughters.  When they came in all I could think of was my friend Shaun…I would go into greater detail but you know….people are sensitive and I wouldn’t want to offend.  Thankfully my client didn’t speak much English so I didn’t have to do the small talk.  I think what was irritating was when they all started speaking their own language.  I’m always paranoid that their talking about us.  As if Shaun’s imitation wasn’t funny enough my co-student that was sitting next to me did the funniest friggin thing ever.  It took every ounce of self control I had not to fall out of my chair laughing.  She took the cotton strands they give us and while pulling it apart length wise she yells &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HIIIIGH-YA&lt;/span&gt;.  Who does that in front of Asian people?  Thankfully I was looking down when she did it…I wouldn’t have been able to contain my smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this lady wanted red polish too.  UGHGH, figures.  I did a bang up job on her toes.  When I asked what I could improve on she said, “You need to learn to polish better.”  I wanted to say, “Then next time do it yourself.”  I’m sorry but women are the hugest bitches.  I really don’t know what female’s issues are.  We are, seriously, never satisfied AND we have this attitude that we think we can do things soooo much better.  Geeezus I annoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDI #3 was an F*CKING trip.  So much I almost walked out and demanded a refund on tuition.  Homegirl proceeded to tell me about (this is after I was touching her feet) that she was an EX Meth addict and that she smoked more Heroine that she ever did Meth.  I’m sitting here thinking where the HELL did you come from.  I felt bad for her because it was obvious she was trippin off the drugs and it had caused some permanent damage to the old BRAIN.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nancy Reagan moment – JUST SAY NO KIDS.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  In this day in age I don’t understand why people would touch that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the Pedi was complete I started on her MANI.  Yes, she wanted both.  Anyone who’s ever received a spa service knows that you turn your phones off.  I’m now a believer that sometimes we ignore rules (enter Divine Intervention Here) for our own good.  Her phone began to ring but by the time she had got to her phone she had missed the call.  When she returned to her seat to resume the Mani she loudly says, “Oh MY GOD!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering out loud I said, “What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before reading further, try to guess what had happened?  Any wild guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the suspense killing you yet???&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I’ll tell you now.  She had &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AUNT FLO’D&lt;/span&gt; all over my MANI chair.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen…it did happen.  You can’t make this stuff up.  As a fellow chicka – I tried to be as professional and understanding as I could be.  I simply covered the accident and showed her to the restroom.  As I made my way to the Spa Desk all I could think was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLOODY HELL&lt;/span&gt; (literally) why me??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally she didn’t want to finish the Mani.  Really, would you want to after that??  I had to go ask my instructor how to clean it.  They teach us proper sanitation if we cut someone when filing or nipping but there isn’t a section in my book when &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AUNT FLO&lt;/span&gt; comes to visit and she’s pissed off.  (No, it wasn’t a few spots…it was almost a puddle the size of my fist)  I think it was the cleanup that sent me over the edge.  I would’ve requested the bio hazard suit if they had one.  I did get it all cleaned up but I swear if that happens again…OK so I don’t know what I’ll do but for the LOVE OF SANITATION and ladies check that crap before you sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my life for the last month.  It’s been exciting, stressful, exhausting, and disgusting.  I’m trying not to get second thoughts about all this.  (I have my reasons)  I hope I chose the right school.  I guess if I didn’t need to be there I wouldn’t be, right??  I am excited to finish up the nail section and get into the Hair.  Once I’m through the hair portion I will be in Basic Esthetics.  I want to learn Hair and Makeup Artistry.  I will rule the world after that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has been supportive so far.  I don’t know how the remainder of these two years is going to go I only hope it gets a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melissa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4815797519396934206?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4815797519396934206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-seeing-redand-having-nighmares.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4815797519396934206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4815797519396934206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-seeing-redand-having-nighmares.html' title='I&apos;m seeing RED....and having nighmares'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2547705775900180707</id><published>2010-10-04T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:56:17.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I don’t share my opinion about social, political, or religious issues very often.  It causes such an uproar and headache I’d rather keep what I think and feel to myself.  Recent events have really touched my heart and I just wanted to share a couple of thoughts.  It’s likely they won’t matter to anyone but I want to share anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to all the Grade School Kids out there, hating your life to the point of ending it is not OK.  Allowing someone to make you feel like your life isn’t worth living is not OK.  There is a whole big world out there filled with people ready to welcome you with open arms.  There is a great deal of acceptance, friendship, companionship, and above all LOVE just waiting for you.  Come and find us, we’ll be waiting!!    It breaks my heart that babies want to end their life before they’ve even lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we as the “Open Minded” need to make sure we’re tolerant at all time otherwise the fight becomes hypocrisy.  Accepting others for their beliefs, opinions, and ways of life; though we may disagree; are all part of the fight.  If we don’t accept how can we expect to be accepted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, and a bit more close to home (location, location, location), I would like to remind a few Religious Organizations (not only local religion) there was a time when you were persecuted and judged based on your way of life and views.  You wanted to the freedom to live and worship in a way that worked for you and your life.  Is it going to take the loss of lives for others to be granted the same freedoms and rights you were granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what upsets me the most is when people bring God into the situation.  I heard something once and it has always stuck with me….”Unless you have sat down face to face with God and heard it come out of his mouth, you cannot speak for Him.”  There is not one soul on this earth that has the right or the knowledge to question whether or not a person’s way of life is wrong or tell them it’s not what God wanted.  The beauty of life is that we don’t know and probably won’t until we’ve reached the end.  We are here on a journey to discover life and to find out who we are.  I suppose there would be a right or a wrong way if we are all the same.  Looked the same talked the same dressed the same came from the same people….but we didn’t.  How can we establish a right way or a wrong way when we’re all so different?  God loves his children unconditionally.  He doesn’t exclude the fat kid, or the Gay man, or the poor family.  Hatred and intolerance came from us; from within.  We have created this pain and we are the only ones that can fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, the word NORMAL is stupid word.  I looked it up on &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/normal"&gt;http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/normal&lt;/a&gt; and the definitions they had made me laugh.  Conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern, according with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, or principle.  My personal favorite was – free from mental disorder.  Seems to me that if you up in someone’s business about their lifestyle, religion, weight, clothing, family, race, job, or politics you suffer from a Mental Disorder.  I guess if you’ve never broken a “rule” or done something different than your friends…you’re normal.  I really don’t know anyone like that….Do You???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we just be?  If my life, my choices, my sexual orientation, my weight, my clothes, my family, my religious views, my job, my bank account do not directly involve you; why do you care so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for the children that have to face this; who feel that their only option is to leave a life they’ve haven’t even lived.  Stare at the face of YOUR child.  Imagine them feeling so unloved and in such pain that they would take their own life.  Love your kids for who they are.  Show them that your heart, home, and arms are a safe place for them to be.  Teach them to be excited about their life!!  I’m telling ya – life is definitely worth living when you fill it with the right kind of people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2547705775900180707?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2547705775900180707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2547705775900180707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2547705775900180707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just Some Thoughts...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-280677100825153538</id><published>2010-09-28T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:31:34.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers of My World...</title><content type='html'>Why aren't you posting? How can I properly stalk if you aren't posting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGG get to that blogging!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-280677100825153538?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/280677100825153538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/bloggers-of-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/280677100825153538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/280677100825153538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/bloggers-of-my-world.html' title='Bloggers of My World...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5191609345012109212</id><published>2010-09-27T11:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:16:54.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purely Informational Purposes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Utah…BOOOO….yeah I don’t like it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Pink for sure…then greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your favorite city?&lt;br /&gt;Seattle WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to cook?&lt;br /&gt;My Enchiladas…**mouth watering** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What beauty product can you not live without?&lt;br /&gt;My MAC Shadows!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I have one really.  Currently I’m diggin Los Hermanos in Provo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you can’t help but splurge on?&lt;br /&gt;Duh MAC makeup….it’s an obsessive condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;Do people really have favorite words….&lt;br /&gt;I think ointment is a strange word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie can you recite by heart?&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast club…Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;Home Alone…Kevin you are such a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to do on the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Right now it’s catch up on sleep….full time job 5 days a week and school 4 days a week is rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which tv show makes you happiest?&lt;br /&gt;Still the golden girls…the crap they show on TV is not worth watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite beverage?&lt;br /&gt;Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one trend that totally victimized you?&lt;br /&gt;Perms….Spiral….in a mullet cut….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could trade lives with anyone for a day who would you chose?&lt;br /&gt;Donald Trump…meaning I’d get to keep all the money all of my companies/businesses made that day too :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite comfort food?&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter and pickle sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What famous person do you think you most resemble?&lt;br /&gt;None thank GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite adventure?&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t taken many adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best piece of advice you were ever given?&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t really gotten any that have stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gave it to you?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What three possessions do you value most?&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;My Ruby Ring&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;My Car…if you only knew what I went through to get it…&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;Every photo I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What three non-material things do you value most?&lt;br /&gt;My tyler&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you told someone you loved&lt;br /&gt;them?&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was it?&lt;br /&gt;My Tyler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5191609345012109212?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5191609345012109212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/purely-informational-purposes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5191609345012109212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5191609345012109212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/purely-informational-purposes.html' title='Purely Informational Purposes'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3664037686679103461</id><published>2010-09-24T17:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:15:02.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone –&lt;br /&gt;OH my; rough couple weeks it’s been. I’m not complaining because I’m doing what I love but it’s stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to catch everyone up…I’m loving school!! It’s been amazing and educational. I never really understood what Cosmetologists went through to make sure they do everything correct to make sure that we as clients don’t come down with some nasty SHIT. (Sorry there is no better way to say that.) If you ever want to know what kind of crap you could potentially get come talk to me I’ll show you my books. Guarantee you’d never set foot in a salon again. HA HA just kidding. They literally beat sanitation and disinfection into our heads DAILY!! There isn’t a day that goes by that we aren’t taught/re-taught cleanliness practices. Let’s face it there are some nasty people out there and we have to know how to protect not only ourselves but our clients as well. (Something to use in daily life as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks I’ve gone insane with Manicures and Pedicures. For good reason; we’ve done them so much I’m dreaming about them. Great practice though. Tuesday of this week the school was short handed and asked some of us who just started to pitch in. I wanted the experience so I volunteered. It was pretty intense and nerve wracking because these people are paying for a quality service and I didn’t want to screw it up. Made me laugh though, the client picked red polish. OF COURSE!! It’s the hardest polish to master because it shows all the flaws. Thank goodness for Acetone and crafty clean-up methods. OUI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve taken 4 tests so far. I have passed all of them quite nicely. I’m going to have to study hard for my state boards. Thankfully, because of the school I’m going to and the state requirements I won’t have to go back to school in the even I leave the state. I was quite shocked I did so well on the Chemistry test. I didn’t do so well in High School when I took Chemistry but this time around I did. I was so glad. I didn’t want to have to take it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty I’m making Tyler crazy. I’ve been so tired lately trying to adjust to my new schedule and demands that I’m taking my frustrations out on him. Now, in part of my defense sometimes he does tick me off but the other 98% of the time he doesn’t deserve the hell I put him through. Bless his heart though he is so patient with me. OK so most of the time. We kind of lost it last night. I was so upset I think actually cried myself to sleep. No BUENO. I hate it when we fight. I know that it has to do mainly with the fact that we never see each other anymore. When we’re together it’s so perfect. UGHH if we could only live together. :o) I love you honey…just know that. No matter what crazies I pull out of my hat – I love you more today than yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I think that’s all I’m going to report. I’m going to post some pictures of my nail art. You all have a fabulous weekend!! I’m headed out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520622276516827042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/TJ0wtgLkz6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/YXdW_792MtA/s400/Nails.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nail Art By Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3664037686679103461?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3664037686679103461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-everyone-oh-my-rough-couple-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3664037686679103461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3664037686679103461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-everyone-oh-my-rough-couple-weeks.html' title='Hello All!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/TJ0wtgLkz6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/YXdW_792MtA/s72-c/Nails.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7426755866645483060</id><published>2010-09-15T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:06:10.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Box Days...</title><content type='html'>Testing went well.  I have an issue of second guessing myself.  Sometimes I’ll look at answers and think, “That was too obvious.”  I really hate it when I do that.  When we hit 150 hours we get to do a nail art project.  I’m trying to decide on a theme.  I want it to be amazing and I think I have an idea. &lt;br /&gt;**I was just in a team meeting and came up with a couple more.  It should be glamorous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out the VMA’s on Us Weekly and heard Taylor Swift’s new song about Kanye.  I thought it was so beautiful and actually brought me a tear or two.  I think it speaks so wonderfully about how we all make mistakes but it doesn’t make us who we are.  My favorite lines, “life was easier in our lunchbox days” and “if only you’d seen what you know now then.”  I think all of us can relate that to some moment in our life.  I’m excited to get her new album when it comes out.  I think I’m the only one that still buys CD’s.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what else am I excited for????  I am thinking of buying another flute or possibly a cello.  I miss playing music.  I had to sell my flutes to pay for my car after my first car broke down 6 months after I bought it.  I still have pangs of guilt for selling it but the little girl that I sold it made it a little easier.  I hope she’s enjoying it and taking good care of it.  I’d like to learn the cello.  Sounds strange but I started getting the desire after hearing Apocalyptica.  Love the way they sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh I’m sleepy and don’t feel like working.  I suppose I better or they can my ass too.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7426755866645483060?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7426755866645483060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/lunch-box-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7426755866645483060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7426755866645483060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/lunch-box-days.html' title='Lunch Box Days...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7346982276852349402</id><published>2010-09-13T11:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:37:51.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Upate Needed!!</title><content type='html'>So many changes lately it’s hard to know where to begin.  I started school on the 7th and I have to say it’s pretty over whelming.  I find myself, throughout the day, giving myself a mental pep talk.  I am one of those people who hates not knowing what to do or the feeling of being lost.  It was like that BIG time on Saturday with every student there.  It’s only been 4 days and I know it will be so easy when I get into it!!  No more BUTS it will get easier.  I just have to keep reminding myself of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Day 1 went really well.  It was just orientation and then we jumped right in on Monday.  We learned about Fungal Grossness that is Nails and then a Spa Manicure.  That was fun.  When we got to practice on each other it was difficult to break 28 years of bad nail techniques (ß it took me like 3 minutes to spell that word). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was nail structure and Pedicures.  It was fun to get a Spa Pedicure.  Very soothing; I almost fell asleep during the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 13 girls in my night class.  We’ve all bonded pretty well and get a long which for me makes the process so much easier.  I’m the type that gets really anxious around large groups of people and have a tendency to keep to myself.  In some cases it comes off as snotty/bitchy when in actuality it’s because I’m terrified.  So sad that even at the age of 28 that insecurity never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2nd is coming up fast.  My little brother is getting married and I’m so excited for them.  She’s a great person and really takes good care of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm, I’m still really upset about not getting to see one of my bestest friends everyday.  Kristian, if you read this know that I love you man and miss you so much already.  Who am I going to get Ice Water with now or VENT to???  No one will understand my pain like you where the “HOST OF BAKE SALES” is concerned.  You need to get a computer already and email me daily (or hourly).  I’m glad T is still here so I can get updates on how you’re doing until everything else get resolved.  I want you to know that we are on your side and wish you nothing but the best success!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough tears.  Tyler and I are doing wonderful.  It’s a bit harder now with my school on Saturday’s.  I don’t get to see him near enough and it’s so hard.  We’re still going strong though and I’m grateful for him and all his support.  I couldn’t do any of this without his encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited to see my family in October.  I haven’t seen many of them since my older brother got married.  I hope that most if not all will be able to make the trek to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all for now.  I’ll try to post weekly with all my new learning's and adventures.  I’m taking the computer at my parents house and hopefully getting Internet soon so I’ll be able  keep up with my blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7346982276852349402?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7346982276852349402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-upate-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7346982276852349402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7346982276852349402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-upate-needed.html' title='Long Time Upate Needed!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8978827753446999201</id><published>2010-09-13T10:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:54:25.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my friend</title><content type='html'>Hey Kristian - If you read this know that I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH!!  I can't believe you're not here today(no she's not dead).  I am not getting our morning ice water out of protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about me dude!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-8978827753446999201?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8978827753446999201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8978827753446999201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8978827753446999201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-my-friend.html' title='I miss my friend'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1759299654871801026</id><published>2010-08-11T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:30:13.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching UP!!!!</title><content type='html'>I’ve been trying to blog for sometime now and I figured I just better do it.  So much has happened this summer I still can’t believe its August.&lt;br /&gt;            This passed Saturday was my ten year high school reunion.  I didn’t attend but it got me thinking where I’ve been these last ten years.  HRMM, the last ten years have been interesting.  Mostly I’ve been working and learning.  I worked at Macey’s for a very long time and now I have a wonderful that I love so much.  I get to make a real difference in someone’s life and that’s what matters. &lt;br /&gt;            Personally I’ve made some really stupid choices and have just barely cleaned up the mess.  It’s so nice knowing that I was able to clean up my own mess without long term damage.  I was able to meet the love of my life, best friend, and partner for life.  Ty is the greatest/sweetest man I’ve ever known.  Each day I’m surprised at how much I love him as it continues to grow.  I’m still anxiously waiting to become his wife and I know it will happen one day.  Can’t a girl daydream??? &lt;br /&gt;            Though I’ve made so many stupid choices it has brought me the greatest joys of my whole life.  I’ve found who my true friends are and who will be with me through it all.  It has taught me the type of friend I need to be as well.  I have patched up relationships and become closer with the people who mean the most to me.  One thing is for sure is the life lessons are now permanently engraved in my brain and I know things can only go up!!&lt;br /&gt;            Well, let’s review my summer as of today.  June, nothing really exciting happened.  I was able to finish up my FAFSA paperwork just under the wire.  I didn’t qualify for Federal Grants because I make to much money; which made me laugh(OK so it pissed me off royally – I get so fed up with people telling me I make to much money when I never have any.  I’m sorry I didn’t push out a couple of puppies with three different baby daddies while in high school and I’m sorry I’m not living off the system…that doesn’t mean I makes millions and don’t need help to better myself too.)  Well, I can’t rant and rage too much because I did get approved for loans which in the long run are so much better than a personal loan.  I am grateful!!!  Yes, I am going back to school for Cosmetology!!  Something I’ve wanted to do for the longest time.  Starting September I will be a Student again.  My lord…10 years of NO SCHOOL and now I’m going back.  I wonder if I’ll need No. 2 pencils, Kleenex box, Notebooks, Wide Rule Paper, rulers, Trapper Keepers…that sort of thing…HA.&lt;br /&gt;            Am I strange that I miss the first day of school?  I can remember in Elementary and Middle School being excited about the first day; seeing who was in my class, new clothes and new supplies.  Yeah, that excitement soon died but the first day was always fun!!&lt;br /&gt;            July was a lot of fun.  Had a great birthday and was able to hang with Ty’s family at the lake.  Of course, me and my pasty ass got toasted the second time we went out.  I would post a picture but it is nasty and it’s likely you would hurl.  I had two massive blisters the size of golf balls on my shoulders and then one on my back.  My back actually had small blisters all over.  I remember Sunday night trying to lie on my back and I could hear them all popping.  I about passed out it was horrible and disturbing.  I ended up missing three days of work.  When I called in Monday, I’m sure they thought I was hung-over or something.  It wasn’t until I sent my supervisor the pictures of what happened that they realized how bad it really was.  I had to sleep on my stomach which hurt.  I couldn’t move at all so my neck started to cramp; I was dehydrated and well half naked.  I couldn’t wear anything that touched my burns.  Yes, they were 2nd degree burns. Just FYI too…I did SPF twice…and I still fried.  I’m not an idiot I know my skin.  I will be using SPF Albino 100 next time I’m out in sun.&lt;br /&gt;            I’m totally bummed that I haven’t gone camping at all this summer.  I’m hoping to venture out next weekend for some mountain man fun.  Hopefully we can’t get a few peeps together other wise it’s going to be me and Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;            The worse thing about this summer is that my parents aren’t around.  I really miss my parents.  How many kids say that these days…ungrateful little bastards!!  It’s been a hard adjustment not having my mom around to talk to every day.  She keeps telling me that they’re only a phone call away.  That’s all well and good if they ever answered their damn phone.  HA Love you mommy/daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;            I’m going to be an aunt next year.  My super cute sister in law (and doofus older brother) is expecting twins!!  I’d almost pay to watch my older brother with twins; you can’t find quality entertainment like that these days!!&lt;br /&gt;            As I approach final count down of Cosmetology School I can’t help but feel a bit sad about the freedom I am losing.  However, it doesn’t even compare to the joy I feel about accomplishing this goal of mine.  I’ll get paid to make people purdy!!!  What fun!!  I’ll likely post pictures of all the new things I’m trying.  My focus is going to be on Makeup artistry but I can’t wait to learn all of it.  Not to mention all the Supplies I’m getting.  I’m actually getting a DUMMY head.  It’s kind of creepy looking.  I haven’t a clue what to expect but a lot of fun and some sleepy nights.  Hopefully work doesn’t mind my napping at my desk.  :o) &lt;br /&gt;            Anyway, I don’t think I forgot anything.  I will (hopefully) start getting better at blogging.  I really want to show off my mad skill whilst I’m in school!!  Hope you’re all doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1759299654871801026?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1759299654871801026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1759299654871801026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1759299654871801026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching UP!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7654829378450998329</id><published>2010-06-29T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:27:50.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/eclipse" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Eclipse Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Movies/eclipse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year AGAIN....HURRAY!!!!!  My BEST GAL PALS and I are headed out tonight for a kick ASS movie!!  I can't wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7654829378450998329?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7654829378450998329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/freakin-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7654829378450998329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7654829378450998329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/freakin-finally.html' title='Freakin Finally!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4482422102199058128</id><published>2010-06-25T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:39:42.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger is Interesting</title><content type='html'>I hate it when they change things when I can't spend hours and hours at work trying to figure it all out....SO FRUSTRATING....IT'S LIKE THEY PAY US TO ACTUALLY WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I hate this time of year.  I'm not looking forward to it being hot.  Everyone is busy writing about how much they LOVE summer...well I don't.  Have hated it since I was a kid.  At least as a kid you had something to look forward to...NO SCHOOL.  As an adult there is no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh, well the School stuff is taking longer than I'd like.  Oh well, I suppose it's a sign that it's not something to be rushed.  I'm excited to get finished with it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is nothing new with me.  Just work and that's it.  Hope you're all doing well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4482422102199058128?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4482422102199058128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blogger-is-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4482422102199058128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4482422102199058128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blogger-is-interesting.html' title='New Blogger is Interesting'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6576647186006391903</id><published>2010-06-10T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:05:33.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/its%20a%20boy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="its a boy Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t87/whitneylove420/its-a-boy-3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/its%20a%20girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="its a girl Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c339/jordantaylor3/its-a-girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited for my brother and sister-in-law!!  They are two of the most amazing people in the whole world and I cannot wait for them to be parents!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you both so much!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-6576647186006391903?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6576647186006391903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/exciting-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6576647186006391903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6576647186006391903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2358580042811047530</id><published>2010-06-02T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:15:44.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Stalking at it's Finest</title><content type='html'>Today while blog stalking I stumbled upon an entry that hit really close to home. While this fellow blogger made a lot of good points, she fell into the trap of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure by now you know what I’m talking about…&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHEATERS CHEATERS PUMPKIN EATERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have to say that I do have experience with this topic and I have been on both sides of the tracks. I’m not proud of the things I’ve done but I would also like people to understand something. If you think you’re immune you are in more denial than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard a lot of people say things they’d &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; do and then….&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;UH OH&lt;/span&gt;….it happens. One lesson in life that I think we all experience and can attest to is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHIT HAPPENS&lt;/span&gt;. There is no explanation it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about it...have you ever uttered the following:&lt;br /&gt;- I’ll never get pregnant out of wedlock&lt;br /&gt;- I’d never get pregnant in High School&lt;br /&gt;- I’ll never have sex before marriage&lt;br /&gt;- I’d never treat someone so mean&lt;br /&gt;- I’d never raise my kids like that&lt;br /&gt;- I’ll never be THAT fat&lt;br /&gt;- I’d never do Drugs&lt;br /&gt;- I’d never let a man hit me&lt;br /&gt;- I’ll never cheat on my partner&lt;br /&gt;- I’m never getting divorced&lt;br /&gt;- I’ll NEVER do anything wrong ever because that would mean I am not perfect and I don’t have lessons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is full of experiences and lessons. Choices we make, whether good or bad, make up who we are. There isn’t a single person that looks at their choices and either wishes they would have done it differently or not at all. I know, for me, I don’t regret anything I have done. I’m not proud of it but I don’t regret as it made me who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to this person’s blog: I don’t think that cheating is OK but I also know that SHIT HAPPENS. Anyone can make a mistake and have a slip. Obviously there are other issues if it’s consistent cheating and in that case I am a firm believer in leaving your partner if you’re that unhappy or horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect and we all make mistakes; however, the greater tragedy would be if we didn’t learn and grow from them. All we can do is TRY and do the best we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2358580042811047530?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2358580042811047530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-stalking-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2358580042811047530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2358580042811047530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-stalking-at-its-finest.html' title='Blog Stalking at it&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8716884592562143764</id><published>2010-06-01T14:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:09:51.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Jake my love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/TAVoymrZHzI/AAAAAAAAAng/t6xtn8SBYq8/s1600/jakeryan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477899740351373106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/TAVoymrZHzI/AAAAAAAAAng/t6xtn8SBYq8/s400/jakeryan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All these years and he's still friggin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/2397602369377908031-8716884592562143764?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8716884592562143764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-jake-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8716884592562143764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8716884592562143764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-jake-my-love.html' title='Oh, Jake my love..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/TAVoymrZHzI/AAAAAAAAAng/t6xtn8SBYq8/s72-c/jakeryan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2191996272758624623</id><published>2010-05-26T14:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:31:21.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to be a little bit shy, I kept my deepest feelings inside Speaking up to you about my emotions has always been hard But this just can't wait, tonight I feel a little bit brave So I won't let one more day pass without you explaining what we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is gonna sound kind of silly but I couldn't help but notice The last time you kissed me you kept both eyes open Baby can you tell me what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking over your shoulder then you don't need to be with me And I don't need to hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let me stop you from doing what you wanna do You don't wanna stick, trust me it's cool, take no chance, get over you No, no don't let me stop you, if you wanna leave baby you can leave Just don't pretend that you're into me if it ain't true No don't let me stop you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm out of things I can take, gotta high threshold for pain Let's get one thing straight I'm not down to share you with anyone If that's not what you're looking for, nice knowing you but there's the door 'Cause I know I can find someone who give me what I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is gonna sound kind of silly&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking over your shoulder then you don't need to be with me And I don't need to hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let me stop you from doing what you wanna do You don't wanna stick, trust me it's cool, take no chance, get over you No, no, don't let me stop you, if you wanna leave baby you can leave Just don't pretend that you're into me if it ain't true No don't let me stop you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I end up broken hearted I won't lie I don't wanna hear goodbye but either way I'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let me stop you from doing what you wanna do You don't wanna stick, trust me it's cool, take no chance, get over you No, no, don't let me stop you, if you wanna leave baby you can leave Just don't pretend that you're into me if it ain't true No don't let me stop you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2191996272758624623?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2191996272758624623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2191996272758624623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2191996272758624623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/song.html' title='...Song...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2789867692022806494</id><published>2010-05-10T17:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:49:48.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-Offender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping up appearances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping up with the Jones'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fooling my selfish heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fooling myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm fooling myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you're sorry's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thinks you're well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody thinks I'm ill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching me fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling under your spell&lt;br /&gt;But you're fooling yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're fooling yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you're sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;But you're fooling yourselfYou're fooling yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you're sorry's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you're sorry's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again and again and again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2789867692022806494?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2789867692022806494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/re-offender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2789867692022806494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2789867692022806494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/re-offender.html' title='RE-Offender'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1586673991795504374</id><published>2010-05-07T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:19:48.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucka's...This is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/S-SR5naG2sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z9CMcOjIXPU/s1600/funny12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468656266551679682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/S-SR5naG2sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z9CMcOjIXPU/s400/funny12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This made me laugh today so I had to post it.&lt;br /&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/2397602369377908031-1586673991795504374?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1586673991795504374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/suckasthis-is-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1586673991795504374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1586673991795504374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/suckasthis-is-funny.html' title='Sucka&apos;s...This is funny'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/S-SR5naG2sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z9CMcOjIXPU/s72-c/funny12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1977560303680207549</id><published>2010-05-05T15:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:40:03.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie To Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lie to me, say to me that it's all forgotten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teach me things I've never known, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bear to let them go, all the things you taught me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my heart's not broken, all the rest can wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until I find the way to make it true again&lt;br /&gt;Through the night I make my plans, I could win you back again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will be tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come the day, they fall apart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't seem to make a start, because I'm sorry don't matter now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my heart's not broken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the rest can wait until I find the way to make it true again&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my heart's not broken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the rest can wait until I find the words to tell you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;find a way to make it true again&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me, say to me that it's all forgotten now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1977560303680207549?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1977560303680207549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/lie-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1977560303680207549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1977560303680207549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie To Me..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2767837446065137325</id><published>2010-05-01T13:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:51:56.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a rough couple of weeks...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm alive barely.  It seems like this year is going by so damn fast.  I've been in a major funk lately I think though that I pin pointed the exact issue.  I'm just not happy anymore.  Which, I know, sounds really sad to say but it has been an actual breakthrough.  A friend of mine and I decided that we need a hobby; something more than our daily life of work.  I think that we've come up with a few so hopefully that will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that's happened is that I've paid off all my debt except my car.  That was a huge deal for me I was so excited.  Now, if I can only find a decent enough 2nd job I can get my car paid off.  That will be huge.  I'm thinking that if I keep doing all this to get my debt/car down I can buy a house in about 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so actually there are two good things that are happening in my life.  One hasn't completely happened so I'm keeping it under wraps until it all goes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and I are doing great.  We just celebrated two years.  He took me to St George and it was wonderful.  We had such a good time!!!  Our actual anniversary is 04/29 and what's funny is that we both forgot about it.  I just pointed that out to him and he said, "well, at least you can't get mad at me for forgetting."  He's so stinkin cute.  He is so good to me; I really can't ask for anything more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting rushed off the computer.  There is a fish store that is waiting for us to visit.  I'll sign off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2767837446065137325?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2767837446065137325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-rough-couple-of-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2767837446065137325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2767837446065137325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-rough-couple-of-weeks.html' title='What a rough couple of weeks...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7672442146664547250</id><published>2010-03-23T20:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:33:14.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Got the Message God, I Heard It This Time..</title><content type='html'>I was debating on whether or not I should share this day or not; mostly because I have two very severe reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVERE REACTION #1 - I get freakishly angry to the point where I feel the need to push someone who shall remain nameless under a bus.  Yeah not healthy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVERE REACTION #2 - I cry hysterically and wonder how this Gift From God always seems to find me when I need the message the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now you're all dialing the phone number of the closest Psychiatric Hospital.  I swear I'm not nuts just really emotional.   I won't really get into why I was so upset today.  After this week is over I won't have to think about them anymore.  Some of this experience I will keep for myself but I felt that I had to share a part of it with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I got the chance to really get to know one of my patients; via phone.  I had her case previous but because of State funded insurance they denied her coverage.  When her second case came across my desk I was hopeful that this may be her time.  I went about my routine as normal and then was prompted to call the patient.  I have now realize that she was supposed to be my patient as she had a message for my own life.  (PS - I don't ever call patients unless I absolutely have too.  Cuts down on what the have to deal with.)  During the hour I was on the phone with her I learned a few things about her life and family.  She told me about how scared she was when she first came to America and how hard she tried to learn the language.  She talked to me about her own mother and how she was completely unaware that she was sick with cancer.  She said that in her culture/country they didn't talk about stuff like that.  The part that moved me the most was when she spoke of the moment she found out that she had cancer.  "Most people's natural reaction to new like this is to get angry and blame God," she said, "but I knew better than to get angry with God.  I needed him more than ever so I prayed."  She Prayed.  She prayed that God would just give her the strength to FIGHT.  "When life makes things hard you fight; fight for your life and the life of your kids because that's what mothers do..they fight to protect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work week went on a usual and I had a few moments when I was struggling internally.  At one particular low point I found myself going back to the conversation with this beautiful person.  I remember every single word she said but what stuck out the most was that she was willing to pray for me and my happiness because I deserve it.  A total stranger willing to pray for me...someone only known through a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't start off on the greatest of terms.  I had a meeting today to discuss some issues with a co-worker and needless to say it didn't go very well.  I walked out of there today extremely angry and forgetting everything SHE had told me weeks prior.  After my meetings, I returned to my tasks.  God works in the strangest of ways.  I was looking at my List of Tasks and saw one that just stuck out at me.  No reason really so I clicked on it and it was HER.  I went through her case and found out that our resubmission request for coverage had been approved.  SHE was getting her test covered by her insurance company.  I knew she would be thrilled.  I wasn't going to call her because usually I don't but I was again prompted to make the call.  The machine picked up and as I was about to leave my message SHE answered.  I said "Hi!!  The is Melissa and we got the approval from your insurance company and you are covered 100%; we started your test today."  It was as though she had been holding her breath since the time we last spoke.  She let out a breath of relief and broke down to tears.  Well, being the girl that I am, I broke too.  I won't share all that she said to me because that is something so close to my heart I don't want to take away from it.  Even now I think about her and what I was able to do for her and it makes me so proud and grateful that God had sent her to me.  One part I will share; and I hope that if you're a mother and reading this you'll understand just how amazing you are; is when through her tears she said, "I can help save my daughters and maybe they'll be OK too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget her name.  I wish there was something more I could do for her.  Given the type of job I do my contact is limited to her case.  I wish I could go to her, hug and thank her for the message and light she brought into my life.  She reminded that no matter who we are, where we come from, religion we believe in, lifestyle we choose to live, or facts of life that may occur, there is a Higher Power that is there guiding us.  This Person had no idea who I was or what I believed but she took it upon herself to care about me when she had so much other important stuff going on.  The love and blessings of God are not limited.  He is always there even when we forget about Him.  He loves us as His children without judgment or condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you loud and clear God.  Next time I'll listen a little harder......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all you reading this.  Be Safe a Sleep Sweet tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;(Love You Bear!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7672442146664547250?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7672442146664547250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finally-got-message-god-i-heard-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7672442146664547250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7672442146664547250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finally-got-message-god-i-heard-it.html' title='I Finally Got the Message God, I Heard It This Time..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4049321838233998975</id><published>2010-03-04T22:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:22:05.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fart....</title><content type='html'>So, I watching Sex and the City and it was the episode where Carrie farts in front of BIG. I had completely forgotten about that episode and about fell off the bed laughing.  It made me think about farting in front of our partners.  I asked a friend of mine that I work with if she was able to do that with her boyfriend/almost fiance.  They have been together for 3 years now and she told me that she is not able to.  I think what cracked me up the most was that he actually gets mad at her for not doing it.  He thinks its her inability to be herself around him.  OK so I take it back that's the second funniest thing about their relationship.  The first is she said when she does it in her sleep he wakes her up and tells her about it.  He is so proud.&lt;br /&gt;    My little brother; the weird-o he is; told his now fiance that he wouldn't give her a ring until she did it in front of him.  I about died.  Leave it to my brothers to make that a condition of matrimony.  My mother would be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;    For Tyler and I its not even a question.  I got to the point where stomach aches weren't worth the little bit of embarrassment I might feel if I just let loose.  If anything I think Ty just gets a big kick out of it..so much so that he tries to get me to do it.  Silly boys.&lt;br /&gt;It's a tricky thing; love.  It can make a mess of our lives, change our opinions on everything, take over half our bed(or 3/4 if they hold you all night while you sleep..love you Ty), and it can make you realize that your quirks that you only do in the privacy of your own car/bedroom/bathroom are really as big of a deal as we make them.  In some cases they make you more perfect in the eyes of the person you love(and loves you).  It lets them know that you're not afraid and you trust them enough to know they won't look at you any different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4049321838233998975?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4049321838233998975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/03/fart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4049321838233998975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4049321838233998975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/03/fart.html' title='The Fart....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4656766895328334417</id><published>2010-02-28T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:26:51.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, Still Alive...</title><content type='html'>What a long time it's been.  I hate not having blogger at work.  I should be able to keep up more on this whole thing as my parents have taken off on a little adventure and they have given me a lot of their stuff including their computer.  I'm so excited to have my own computer. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is going pretty great in my life.  Well, most everything.  My parents have taken off on a little adventure of their own.  My dad finally retired which he has been wanting to do for a long time.  I was a little nervous at first but it all seems to be working out for the better.  All except the part of them ditching me.  Yes, I'm almost 28 years old and I still need my mommy and daddy.  They've been around my entire life and it's hard for me to accept the fact that they are rarely going to be around.  I know how ridiculous I sound but with the experiences that a couple of really good friends have gone through, I've come to cherish every single moment with my parents because I know they aren't going to be around forever.  I have to keep reminding myself that they are doing something that is going to make them very happy.  Having Tyler and my friends  has really helped a lot.  For the past week all I've done is cry and whine.  Ty has been so patient and calming.  Honestly I don't know why he puts up with me sometimes.  He reassures me that it will all be OK and I know it will be but hearing it from him makes me feel a little better.  How IRONIC....song that's playing in my ears right now is Big Girls Don't Cry.  We still do though!!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tyler..we are doing wonderful.  April 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; will be two years for us!!  I'm so excited.  No engagement yet.  We are just not ready even though we live as an old married couple as Amanda would say.  We are both working so hard to make sure that we go into our marriage fresh and leave all that old baggage behind.  What an amazing journey we've had so far and I'm excited to see what the future holds for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, what else is new??  I've decided to set some new goals for myself.  I had a lot of time to think this weekend and there are a lot of things that I really need to get going on.  I wanted to go to school so I can get my cosmetology license and start doing the thing I love most of all.  I'm almost to the point where I'm debt free (with the exception of my car and general life expenses.) and that's what I always said was holding me back.  I needed to get my finances under control and know that I could take care of school loans.  I'm so glad that I am so much closer to that goal.  It hasn't been an easy road and at times it's been down right humiliating but hell it's my damn fault.  I'm also starting "Spring Training" this month.  I'm excited!!  It's a much needed change.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized that I'm so grateful for is the lines of communication are open with my older brother.  We've been talking more and more lately.  I am so glad to because well we've never ever been close and to have him around to go to makes life so much better.  That is another goal or Spring Training...communicate more with my family.  Life is getting shorter and shorter. &lt;br /&gt;This year marks my 10 year HS reunion and while I'm not going I have been thinking a lot about where I'm at and what I've been doing since I graduated.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt;, it's hard to think about.  Most of it feels like wasted time but then I think about all the lessons I've learned.  Would like to go back and do things over but no regrets really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't forget about me.  I'm still around.  I will soon have my computer set and blogging full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xoxo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4656766895328334417?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4656766895328334417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/02/yep-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4656766895328334417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4656766895328334417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/02/yep-still-alive.html' title='Yep, Still Alive...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8929549721326794753</id><published>2010-02-12T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:05:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;TYLER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HE IS SO HOTT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2397602369377908031-8929549721326794753?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8929549721326794753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8929549721326794753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8929549721326794753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4422533557057142382</id><published>2010-01-30T11:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:49:48.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy...</title><content type='html'>So, this not having blogger access at work may not be such a bad thing after all.  The other day I read something that pissed me off and well, I suddenly had word vomit.  I was mouthing off about everything and if I had access to blogger I may have blogged about it and possibly lost some friends.&lt;br /&gt;I did a list for at work yesterday and it turned out to be pretty funny.  It was 10 things people may not know about you.  Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. I eat M&amp;amp;M's when I'm stressed out and only in even numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;2. All the Cans in the Cupboard have to face the same way (Yes, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;3. I play the Flute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;4. Cotton Balls scare me - I can't think about or touch them - it makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;5. It takes me an hour to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MakeUp&lt;/span&gt; - which is why I don't wear  it all the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;6. I love staying home on Friday Nights watching the Golden Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;7. My House is haunted by giggling little girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;8. I am obsessed with MAC makeup and have spent thousands $$$$$ on my collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;9. the color PINK is also an obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Californian FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;10. I still sleep with my baby blanket under my pillow (I was a thumb sucker for years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a lot of fun...you should do it too.  Nothing really new to report to blogger.  Tyler and I are doing great.  Enjoying our entire weekends together.  It's great.  Work is going well.  We're busy busy and it's great.  Job Security!!  Although, this time of year is really rough because February is a short month I get a short paycheck in March.  I hate those.  Budget....budget....budget.  I want to get a second job I'm just not sure where yet.  I have applied at a few places and hopefully something will come up soon.  Good times!!  Anyway, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4422533557057142382?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4422533557057142382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/howdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4422533557057142382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4422533557057142382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/howdy.html' title='Howdy...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5588112292108800937</id><published>2010-01-14T21:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:52:13.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Still alive..yeah for me!!  That would suck if I died.  I couldn't blog anymore.  It sucks having blogger blocked at work.  It's like they don't trust us or something.  Oh well.  Life is pretty good.  Had a slight melt down yesterday.  Stupid bills and stupid banks...try and take $300 of MY MONEY and then take another $100 and then try to hold MY MONEY hostage and decide to charge me an over draft fee...UM ex-squeeze me NO it's my money bite me.  OK, so I was a lot more dramatic at work.  I was barfing all night the night before and then to have that happen.  I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out today I have to have another test.  It's more for informational purposes that could affect my future offspring but hey ya have to do what you have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to report.  I still lead a dull un-interesting life.  Ty and I are doing fantastic.  He is so patient with me I don't how he does it.  I had another mental breakdown last night with him.  I swear a normal person would walk away.  STUPID DAMN BANK...ruin my whole damn day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad.  Just a day just an ordinary day.  Had a mid year review at work and it went very well.  I've decided I need a hobby.  Ty suggested the gym..only because I pay for the membership and I don't use it..not because I'm fat and need it..I SWEAR.  I need to grow out of my fear and go back.  I do enjoy it while there I just need to conquer my fear.  Little bro is getting married can't believe it but am happy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling like an idiot so I am going to go to bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5588112292108800937?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5588112292108800937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5588112292108800937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5588112292108800937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-580234731666487642</id><published>2010-01-11T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:05:09.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2010 when.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; don't have e-mail addresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; is home to help you carry in the groceries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; turn around to go and get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 12.. You're reading this and nodding and laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; 15.. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &gt; AND NOW U R LAUGHING AT YOURSELF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so funny.  Why??  Well, because it's all true!!&lt;br /&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/2397602369377908031-580234731666487642?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/580234731666487642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/580234731666487642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/580234731666487642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-in-2010.html' title='Living in 2010'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4240873461736915867</id><published>2009-12-27T22:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:45:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...</title><content type='html'>I can always tell when vacation time is over...I can never sleep and I have to work the next day.  OH which reminds me...If you know where I work you should also know that they have blocked blogger from our computers....I have NO idea why but they did.  So, if you don't see any updates from anyone else who works with me that's why.  They are just a bunch of fun suckers - sucking the fun out of everything.I have to say though that I am grateful that I have a job but I will miss blogging while on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that this Christmas was very much like the Holiday I used to know.  I decided that on Christmas Eve I would head over to the parents and spend the night.  I haven't done that since I moved back to Salt Lake.  I really miss my parents..how uncool am I.  Well, I suppose it's not a bad thing when I was living there I didn't really miss them(nor did they miss me...HA).  Anyway, I ended up on the couch because they don't have their guest room set up.  That proved to be a bad thing as I woke with the worse sinus headache.  Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, I ate something that made me incredibly sick the rest of the day.  Yeah, I spent Christmas day curled up in a ball asleep.  Why??  It was the only comfortable position.  Besides being sick I had the most fun I've had in a long time.  When I got to my parents house my mom was frantically trying to finish up wrapping gifts.  She cracks me up.  So, I pulled up some floor next to her and just chatted away.  My mom is the best!!  She just lets me ramble on and on about everything.  We laughed and had a good time.  There was no stress, no worries, no nothing; just me and my mom hanging out.  Where was my dad?  He had passed out around eight-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  This year at school has been really tough on him and this is a much needed break for him.  You know what, my mother too.  I guess some things never really change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Christmas afternoon was spent unwrapping gifts and chatting with family.  My little brother had the best holiday out of all of us.  He proposed to his girlfriend.  Yes, I will admit, that I was having a hard time with this for all of the obvious reasons.  He is 4 years younger than me and getting married before me.  Thank GOD I am not single otherwise I may have jumped off bridge.  OK, so not really but I probably would have dealt with it a lot differently.  Tyler was really sweet to me about the whole thing and understood my first stupid reaction.  I mean it's a bit understandable right...I'm almost thirty, not married, and my little brother is getting married before me?  Oh HOLY CRAP, I'm re-reading this as I type and it has happened.  I'm going to stop talking about that.  I am really happy about my brother, though.  He has done so well in his life.  It was only a matter of time that he would marry such a great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and I didn't have our Christmas until that night.  It took everything I had not to start crying.  He is such an amazing person and he tried so hard to make sure that I have a memorable Christmas.  He makes each gift so personal which shows me how much he knows and pays attention to who I am.  Of course it doesn't surprise me, he comes from such a giving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am ready for this year to be over.  I have big plans for 2010 and I hope I am able to accomplish the goals I have set for myself.  Again, if you know where I work just be aware that they have blocked blogger from our computers so yeah updates will be few and far between.  I'm hoping with the recent changes that will be taking place I should be inheriting a computer shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; and HAPPY 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4240873461736915867?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4240873461736915867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4240873461736915867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4240873461736915867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='New Year...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7902275589562115124</id><published>2009-12-19T08:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:31:27.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Tree for Tyler and ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tyler and I have been together for about a year and a half now. It's been a rough but we are very happy. Last year I was house sitting over Christmas and he came to stay. He's so sweet to me and I feel very blessed. This year, we are going to our parents/family Christmas' and then spending Christmas night together. I decided that I was going to decorate my mini tree, set it up in my room, and place his gifts under it. It looks so cool....take a look&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417014246416571842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sy0Zwazj3cI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VlUWsSsh3O8/s400/minitree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on my fancy IKEA TV stand.  I'm excited to spend more time with him.  Now if I can only get through the three day work week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7902275589562115124?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7902275589562115124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/mini-tree-for-tyler-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7902275589562115124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7902275589562115124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/mini-tree-for-tyler-and-me.html' title='Mini Tree for Tyler and ME'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sy0Zwazj3cI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VlUWsSsh3O8/s72-c/minitree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1651509198673817419</id><published>2009-12-14T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:23:04.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Faux Biggest Loser Application</title><content type='html'>I'm not one who gets hooked on reality show. So far, I've watched two reality shows from beginning to end. One was American Idol with the 'Davids' and the other was the newest Biggest Loser. I cried a lot during this one because I saw a lot of myself in a few of the contestants; making excuse after excuse as to why I continue to allow myself to be the heavy that I am. Their testimonials always cracked me up because I'd be sitting on the couch lounging (surprisingly NOT eating) thinking that is something I could definitely do. Of course, like always I talked myself out of it. This time was a little different. Everything that has happened or has been said to me just came flooding back and I realized how much I wanted to change. What made me laugh and want to try harder is that I wanted to do it as revenge. I wanted to lose the weight in spite of those who have called me FAT or made similar comments in the past.&lt;br /&gt;     SO, I went online and found the application for 'The Biggest Loser - Season 10' and after careful review I found that financially/scheduling I cannot commit to the demands they require. Perhaps if I was independently wealthy and had a job I could take the time off from. I decided to do something different. I printed off the application anyway and filled out some of the questions. It was then that I realized that I am slowly but surely killing myself because I don't feel I deserve any better. I never wanted to lose the weight because that would give some people in my life the "right" to say I told you so or feel like they had something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into all that other baggage, I thought I would let you hear/read some of my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD MOTIVATE YOU TO LOSE WEIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt; Knowing that I could hurt my future children. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to keep up with them and be around long enough to watch them grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT OR EXPERIENCE?&lt;/strong&gt; I have a few. One was camping and we were going into the woods to pee and I lost footing while peeing and slid bare ass'd down the mountain. Two, was during Track practise my Freshman year of High School and I overheard some guys including my older brother making fun of me running...saying that my boobs were going to give me a black eye. Yeah, they said it loud enough for all to hear. Three was clothes shopping with Tyler. I had an anxiety attack in the dressing room because nothing fit. I cried the whole way home and he really didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD BE THE BEST THING ABOUT BEING THIN?&lt;/strong&gt; Being able to run a mini marathon, clothing shopping made easier, having the energy to play with my future kids, and to stick it to all the people who made fun of the fat chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT’S THE HARDEST THING ABOUT BEING OVERWEIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt; Knowing that family members love/acceptance is conditional. Knowing that I have allowed myself to become so disgusted with my own body I have to talk myself into going out in public. My wardrobe is almost all black. Struggling to go on hikes or longs walks. Knowing that if I fly Southwest I might have to buy two seats. Hearing the names I was called over and over again in my head like a song you can't get out of your head. Knowing that I am judged as a person before I even open my mouth. Knowing I can make a list like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESCRIBE A MAJOR ISSUE THAT HAS AFFECTED YOUR LIFE? DO YOU STILL FACE THIS ISSUE?&lt;/strong&gt; The most major issue I've faced was when I was molested by a neighbor when I was around 4 years old. I've blocked a lot of it out but there are a few memories that I still hold inside my head. Even now twenty three years later I still struggle with it. I still get anxiety around males when I am alone with them and well a few issues with sex but those are far to personal to discuss on here.  Oh wait though I think I already have on an old blog.  The short version is I was a really big (no pun intended) HO.  Even with Tyler; someone I love with all me heart and loves me unconditionally; I struggle daily with the fact that it is forever a part of my life.  I'm sure on some level I did this to myself to make me less attractive/appealing to the opposite sex.  I don't think you ever get over something like that.  I still deal with dreams that I had when I was young and childhood fears as a twenty seven year old adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The next two I asked two of my closest friends to answer.  This is what they had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD SOMEONE WHO REALLY KNOWS YOU DESCRIBE YOUR BEST QUALITIES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loyal, outgoing, funny, caring, compassionate, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD SOMEONE WHO REALLY KNOWS YOU DESCRIBE YOUR WORST QUALITIES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You close off when something is bothering you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD SOMEONE WHO REALLY KNOWS YOU DESCRIBE YOUR BEST QUALITIES?&lt;/strong&gt;Good friend you can be honest with&lt;br /&gt;true romanticgreat with kids&lt;br /&gt;so damn funny, can make almost anything a joke&lt;br /&gt;artistic talent&lt;br /&gt;good heart family oriented&lt;br /&gt;open minded-creative &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD SOMEONE WHO REALLY KNOWS YOU DESCRIBE YOUR WORST QUALITIES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible self esteem&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t see the good in yourself&lt;br /&gt;need someone elses opinion to make you feel good inside&lt;br /&gt;your own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;extremely jealous&lt;br /&gt;constantly putting self down, bad comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made excuse after excuse why I am the way that I am; why I continue to allow myself to be unhealthy.  Yes, I do blame a lot of my insecurities on other as I feel I have a right to.  It's hard hearing family member who are supposed to love you unconditionally call you a fat cow, stretch mark, lardo, pig, fat as a house, fat ass, etc.  Part of me is out for revenge, I'm not going to deny that.  Perhaps that is the drive I need to get going.  Who knows?  I KNOW that I have to find the strength and the will inside myself to make me a better, healthy person.  I deserve to live a long life as do we all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1651509198673817419?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1651509198673817419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-faux-biggest-loser-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1651509198673817419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1651509198673817419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-faux-biggest-loser-application.html' title='My Faux Biggest Loser Application'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2735186103634900371</id><published>2009-12-14T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:15:22.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funny Because it's True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SyaOsoZtnLI/AAAAAAAAAnI/n1cox3nBLQE/s1600-h/twightmoms.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415172499370253490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SyaOsoZtnLI/AAAAAAAAAnI/n1cox3nBLQE/s400/twightmoms.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2735186103634900371?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2735186103634900371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-funny-because-its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2735186103634900371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2735186103634900371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-funny-because-its-true.html' title='It&apos;s Funny Because it&apos;s True'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SyaOsoZtnLI/AAAAAAAAAnI/n1cox3nBLQE/s72-c/twightmoms.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1644446777458614851</id><published>2009-12-08T16:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:57:20.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le List Le Once Again</title><content type='html'>I love the Makeup and Beauty Blog...Homegirl knows her Shizz!!  Her lists are so fun too I copy and paste them for all to see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;  I have not been a happy person lately.  I do have my reasons and I am trying to sort them out.  Over all though I am a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shoes/bag:&lt;/span&gt; Shoes today are my sketchers half boot type things...like Doc Martens but NOT...and my purse clashes like you can't believe.  It's my hot PINK Zebra bag.  I friggin love that bag.. It's completely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your favorite face mask?&lt;/span&gt;  I am partial to Biore heating masks or any Mary Kay facial product. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First song that comes to mind?&lt;/span&gt;  no sound but the wind&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eyes/lips/cheeks:&lt;/span&gt; Only Foundation today...going for cas look...of course I have me some chap stick!!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_____ makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;  Tyler and my Zebra Pajamas make me the happiest.  My Fabulous Homemade rolls, my bread maker, talking with my mother on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_____ makes me b*tchy.&lt;/span&gt;  Slow Talkers on the phone, people who make me repeat everything I say, Rude people, Doctors, people who wake up bitchy and my IPOD ear phones&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What’s a lesson you learned this year?&lt;/span&gt;  I learned that trust is tricky and not easily earned, love and relationships are extremely hard and build patience and acceptance, sometimes you have to cut your ties to move on with your life, life is to short, family is so so important.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outfit:&lt;/span&gt; Today I'm going to casual snow bunny look - hoodie, jeans, snow cap, and scarf...I look HOT&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weekly goals:&lt;/span&gt; OMG...pay bills, work, catch up on sleep, rearrange my room, snuggle with my TylerBear, bake more rolls, Little Bros Bday party he is 23 now, try not to die in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun filled week I will have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1644446777458614851?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1644446777458614851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/le-list-le-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1644446777458614851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1644446777458614851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/le-list-le-once-again.html' title='Le List Le Once Again'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5345025273247329921</id><published>2009-12-08T13:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:59:48.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Made Crack UP - Only Because I would Do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sx6-MCxHiMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ErUI6CW2S_4/s1600-h/Ditto+Lights+p1+(2).BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412972916256508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sx6-MCxHiMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ErUI6CW2S_4/s400/Ditto%2BLights%2Bp1+(2).BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5345025273247329921?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5345025273247329921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-made-crack-up-only-because-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5345025273247329921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5345025273247329921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-made-crack-up-only-because-i-would.html' title='This Made Crack UP - Only Because I would Do it...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sx6-MCxHiMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ErUI6CW2S_4/s72-c/Ditto%2BLights%2Bp1+(2).BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2254283282134329122</id><published>2009-12-07T12:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:57:15.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the Christmas tree we put up this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412584876356462658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sx1dRJfg6EI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WG0utcrdl_Y/s400/tree2009mn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412584868671329122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sx1dQs3PE2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/_unGlL8RmQY/s400/Tree2009.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are not the greatest of pictures but I love how the lights look Twinkley with my Camera.&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/2397602369377908031-2254283282134329122?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2254283282134329122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2254283282134329122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2254283282134329122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Sx1dRJfg6EI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WG0utcrdl_Y/s72-c/tree2009mn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1970827393730479771</id><published>2009-12-02T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:22:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation and Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My feelings towards Christmas were not always as such. Some of my best memories as a child are during Christmas time. Driving to Grandmas house was never my favorite part; it seemed to drag on forever. When we arrived it was like a calm and peace had settled over us all and we could enjoy the holiday. As a child the excitement of the holiday was always there. So worked up and the innocent belief in Santa Claus coming to town made for a sleepless night. The best Christmas by far was when my brothers and I received our Wrestling Buddies. White trashy maybe but they were the coolest thing and we loved them!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wrestling%20buddies" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the years went on and we got older Christmas took on a different meaning. The burden on my parents to provide their kids with a "satisfactory" Christmas was beginning to get harder on their check books. Lets face it, as us kids get older we demand more and more money spent (you're a liar if you deny that). The moment Christmas lost all meaning for me was when a family member asked for a Designer Purse. A kind of gift they had grown accustomed growing up. I completely flipped out on my poor mother when I found out that she bought it for her. Never in my life had any of her own kids received such an extravagant gift; even that year I didn't get anything close to what that purse costs. I felt so horrible being her own kid and yes I fully admit I was really jealous. In my opinion, that year was the worst because it's like it became a competition between the families to see who could spend the most. It was no longer the Season of Giving but a Season of Spending. My parents weren't the only ones who did it either. Seems like everyone I knew had money to blow that year. That year was also the year I decided not to give gifts anymore. Yes, I know what that sounds like and makes me sound like but I grew tired of giving gifts to people who didn't appreciate them. They'd use it once and made sure I knew about it and then you'd never see it again. So much thought goes into gift giving and they are usually tossed aside and never seen again. A while back I was asked what to get someone for Christmas and I was at a loss. I didn't know what to say because of this exact situation. What's even more sad is they felt the same way. My answer to this question is JUST GIVE MONEY/GIFT CARDS. Money is a language everyone understands. You think it's impersonal but hell we all would prefer to buy our own gifts instead of pretending to like whatever gift they could get...RIGHT? OH, as a side note I hate birthdays too for the same reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, now, I'm not stupid. I know what Christmas is all about. It is a season of giving and the celebration of Christs life. From November 1st until December 25Th there are request for donations for food, clothing, and time. I'm curious where is the desire to give and serve others the other 310 days of the year? Do we do it because it's the holiday and we all of a sudden are socially conscious about those who have less? I don't think Christ intended for us to be giving 55 days out of the year and selfish the other 310. The needy are still there. AND YES I include myself in all of this. I don't give enough of myself to others at any time during the year.  I don't feel right asking for things when I know I can't give back in return.  I don't feel right getting ridiculous materialistic things when there are those who don't have a warm coat, food, a home, a family that loves them, who have to spend Christmas in a hospital, in a shelter, or just to damn broke to get their child anything; barely providing food.  I think the true meaning of Christmas should be expressed year round.  In ANY church I've ever been to they preach the lessons of keeping Christ in our life always; that we are to pattern our life after his.   He wasn't giving, nice, loving, and healing one month a year but HE was all year; every day of his life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is what I think the meaning of Christmas is....365 Days of making sure no one is forgotten, goes without the necessities of life, and that those with the means to help - will....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1970827393730479771?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1970827393730479771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/explanation-and-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1970827393730479771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1970827393730479771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/explanation-and-question.html' title='Explanation and Question'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1489552617852237573</id><published>2009-12-01T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:27:06.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SxWkfko_7cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lNuBxEm8r8M/s1600/BeThankfulCarvedPumpkin(White).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410411389674057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SxWkfko_7cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lNuBxEm8r8M/s400/BeThankfulCarvedPumpkin(White).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally have a moment to share my fabulous Thanksgiving.  I was able to go to Tyler's family gathering and I had such a great time.  We were going to split the time between out families but we didn't get finished up until a lot later that I thought we would.  Even though I had a fantastic time I did miss my family.  I don't know how married couples do it.  Ty and I are just dating and it's still so hard.  We did get to enjoy desert with my parents.  That was awesome.  I had a feeling they missed me and well who wouldn't.  I'm just wonderful.  I have so much to be thankful for this year.  I've had so many great blessings it makes one feel almost unworthy.  No matter what happens in my life that I feel is tragic or "the end of the world" I know that I have the greatest blessings and all I have to do is look to them to make me complete again.  Here is my list of what I am MOST thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mom and dad that I wouldn't trade for the world.  They have been there for me through some really tough times and it's nice to know that they always will be.  I'm also thankful they are close and I have the opportunity to get to know them and spend as much time as I can with them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyler and the light he brings to my life.  He is so special, caring, giving, and loves me unconditional.  He lets me be irrational, emotional, and such a girl whenever I need.  He is there for a shoulder to cry on and encouragement when I'm feeling blue.  He is truly a gift from God and I love him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My BFF My Sister - without her love and support through the years I don't know where I would be.  She has such a light and strength in her that she doesn't even know.  We have gone through a lot together and well we wouldn't be the fabulous people we are without each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family and friends scattered all over the place.  I love you all so much and am eternally grateful for your presence in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Car and it's dedication to get me to work every day.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job during these times especially&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good home to live in...Thank DR Ross..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the ability to see, walk, breathe, and function without any difficulties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most important I'm thankful to be alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for God and Jesus Christ for the love and grace they show me daily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life lessons that make me stronger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's always nice to remember the things that bring joy into our lives.  I think we get so caught up in the drama of life we forget that it's only temporary.  Misery is only temporary but it's up to us to make sure we're living humble grateful and happy lives!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1489552617852237573?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1489552617852237573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1489552617852237573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1489552617852237573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SxWkfko_7cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lNuBxEm8r8M/s72-c/BeThankfulCarvedPumpkin(White).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2581174556937695086</id><published>2009-11-30T13:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:05:39.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SxQxy0tKJQI/AAAAAAAAAmY/41W3ChY4bro/s1600/lettertosanta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410003801590080770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SxQxy0tKJQI/AAAAAAAAAmY/41W3ChY4bro/s400/lettertosanta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want 2 things this year. 1)I DON'T want to be asked what I want for Christmas and 2)I don't want to have this Holiday shoved down my throat more than it already has. See what you can do about that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, I know this sounds bad.  Yes, it's true Christmas is NOT my favorite holiday.  In fact, it's bordering on hate.  However, I don't want to take away from the joy of others so for the next month just ignore my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GRINCH&lt;/span&gt;-like behavior!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2581174556937695086?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2581174556937695086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2581174556937695086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2581174556937695086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SxQxy0tKJQI/AAAAAAAAAmY/41W3ChY4bro/s72-c/lettertosanta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7832653083111083882</id><published>2009-11-23T12:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:23:09.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie was fabulous...Didn't like the sickness it caused..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, leave it to me to get sick after the showing. In a 2 day span I had only slept for 6 hours. It's a secret why but the movie made it all worth it. I'm just glad I took Friday off to be sick and Saturday/Sunday to try and sleep it all off. Had a good time with my Gal Pals though!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382279101525266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwrhiIaWrRI/AAAAAAAAAlw/G7LXr09RPmE/s400/amamy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amy and Amanda so excited to be going to New Moon - Can't you tell!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382288053931842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Swrhipwxj0I/AAAAAAAAAl4/NKGBjaOp44g/s400/thegirls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt; picture of us dedicate she-males!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382287895162482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwrhipK67nI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UE2N3h6mpts/s400/melissaamanda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amanda and I - I look like I smell something rotten.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; what a funny picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382296465683170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwrhjJGSsuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/QTBbu1sycjE/s400/Kristiannew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Yeah!!  Look at Eddy and Jake checking out Kristian...what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; she is!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;***PS - I think the SWINE has mutated and I have it again.  I feel like pooop!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7832653083111083882?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7832653083111083882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-was-fabulousdidnt-like-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7832653083111083882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7832653083111083882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-was-fabulousdidnt-like-sickness.html' title='Movie was fabulous...Didn&apos;t like the sickness it caused..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwrhiIaWrRI/AAAAAAAAAlw/G7LXr09RPmE/s72-c/amamy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8303506617304137439</id><published>2009-11-23T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:48:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dirty Dirty</title><content type='html'>Just when you think you're a clean person - Check this out...&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=8773051"&gt;http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=8773051&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-8303506617304137439?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8303506617304137439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dirty-dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8303506617304137439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8303506617304137439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dirty-dirty.html' title='Dirty Dirty Dirty'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-192416241269892352</id><published>2009-11-19T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:38:06.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhh, Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwWeJauBNSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4o6bgSL4SB0/s1600/425-newmoon-logo-lc-022009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405900812356498722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwWeJauBNSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4o6bgSL4SB0/s400/425-newmoon-logo-lc-022009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I'm sure there are those that are just sick of this hype. Well, I was sick of the Harry Potter stuff but that never went away. Today is the day...lovely Italian dinner with my gal pals, a quick showing of Twilight, and then it's off to the NEW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MOONvie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-192416241269892352?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/192416241269892352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughhh-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/192416241269892352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/192416241269892352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughhh-finally.html' title='Ughhh, Finally'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwWeJauBNSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4o6bgSL4SB0/s72-c/425-newmoon-logo-lc-022009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-48873448407844597</id><published>2009-11-17T15:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:16:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon - More Twilight Location Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are two pictures....Can you guess at what point in the movie this location was used???&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405198006552943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwMe8vE83JI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AKa2QbXQH6Q/s400/dress+shop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405198007635527586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwMe8zHDx6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/-i4wNT3h-CA/s400/Directors+Chair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Well, if you guess the dress shop in Port Angeles, WA you would be right.  However, if you think it is actually in Port Angeles, you would be wrong.  I'm sure most of you know it was all filmed in Oregon.  Amanda and I did find the high school, the book store, the parking lot where she was almost attacked, and the "Restaurant" with the stupid mushroom head waitress.  I put it in quotes because it is not a real restaurant and the Book Store is actually a Law Office.  It was such a fun road trip!!!  Too bad New Moon was filmed in Canada and Italy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-48873448407844597?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/48873448407844597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-more-twilight-location.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/48873448407844597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/48873448407844597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-more-twilight-location.html' title='New Moon - More Twilight Location Pictures...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwMe8vE83JI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AKa2QbXQH6Q/s72-c/dress+shop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7018635206972306969</id><published>2009-11-16T14:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:55:48.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon!!!  Just Days Away!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731725048228&amp;amp;site=widget-a4.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731725048228&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p1/3242591731725048228/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731725048228&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p2/3242591731725048228/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731725048228&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p4/3242591731725048228/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, since it is that time a year for the next movie in the TWILIGHT SERIES. Yes, New Moon is fast arriving and I decided to repost my pictures from the TWILIGHT ROAD TRIP. If you're a fan you'll for sure recognize the picture below.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404836697187751874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwHWVwzfF8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/57fj6o_AZZQ/s400/bellashouse" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yup, that's Bella's house. It's a real house in St Helens, Oregon where the bulk of the movie was filmed.   I am excited to see the movie!!!  Friday at 12:30 AM - Amanda, Amy, Kris, and I will be rockin it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7018635206972306969?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7018635206972306969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7018635206972306969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7018635206972306969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_16.html' title='New Moon!!!  Just Days Away!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SwHWVwzfF8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/57fj6o_AZZQ/s72-c/bellashouse' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1616677863549049499</id><published>2009-11-12T13:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:42:15.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there life out there?   Is there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She married when she was twenty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She thought she was ready&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's not so sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She thought she'd done some living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now she's just wonderin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What she's living for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's feeling that there's something more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much she hasn't done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life beyond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her family and her home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's done what she should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should she do what she dares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She doesn't want to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's just wonderin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's always lived for tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never learned how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's dyin' to try something foolish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do something crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or just get away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something for herself for a change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much she hasn't done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life beyond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her family and her home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's done what she should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should she do what she dares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She doesn't want to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's just wonderin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a place in the sun that she's never been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where life is fair and time is a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would she do it the same as she did back then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looks out the window and wonders again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much she hasn't done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life beyond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her family and her home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's done what she should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should she do what she dares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She doesn't want to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's just wonderin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much she hasn't done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there life beyond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her family and her home&lt;br /&gt;She's done what she should&lt;br /&gt;Should she do what she dares&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;She's just wonderin&lt;br /&gt;Is there life out there&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1616677863549049499?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1616677863549049499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-there-life-out-there-is-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1616677863549049499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1616677863549049499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-there-life-out-there-is-there.html' title='Is there life out there?   Is there?'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3384575975328179551</id><published>2009-11-10T12:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:35:34.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Surveys...</title><content type='html'>1. Mood:  I'm find today.  Kind of annoyed with people who are continuously in bad moods.  It's getting old...REALLY REALLY OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever broken any bones? Nope *knocks on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have any piercings? Ears only.  Use to have nose pierced but I had to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Breakfast? Ha Ha Soup and Coffee.  Breakfast of Champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eyes/lips/cheeks:  Leaving work early today; didn't apply any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name of your first pet?  HA HA this is funny - it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Butkis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Current favorite cream blush? I am not a fan of cream blush but I do love a soft pink blush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Journey — Cool or cheesy?  Yeah, I like them.  There is a song they sing and I can't think of the name off the top of my head but it always makes me want to get up and start running like Rocky does in his movies.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outfit:  Today we are sporting a lovely black duster with black tanks AND holding to true &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MELISSA&lt;/span&gt; form I am wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Weekly goals: work well, be kind to everyone, make an appetizer for our potluck, make sure I have enough money for bills, apply for the other job, start back at the gym and not be so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking surveys like that.  They are fun!!  I am kind of scared to go back to the gym, though.  I haven't been in a long time and I know I need to it's just hard.  Anything worth doing is usually hard.  Right?!?!?!  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3384575975328179551?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3384575975328179551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-surveys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3384575975328179551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3384575975328179551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-surveys.html' title='I Love Surveys...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5484401911132898391</id><published>2009-11-09T14:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:20:08.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Things...</title><content type='html'>List 5 things you love. There are stipulations though. It can't be your family, and it has to be something strictly for you. Be a little selfish, because sometimes you need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love LOVE taking drives for no reason to no where. I can drive for hours by myself whether it's up in the mountains or searching for the HUGE houses in Utah. I like going alone because the feeling of peace isn't ruined. OK, so I actually love being alone when most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love cooking and trying new recipes. I love getting something cooked just right because I love the ego boost I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is going to sound really bad especially considering I sleep better with him. I love having my own bed. I love that I can shift to the middle or sprawl out all over and not worry about sharing covers or making sure I don't disturb Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love makeup and doing my makeup.  Yes, I don't do as often as I should especially considering I have thousands of dollars of MAC sitting at my station(yes, I have a makeup station).  I feel so beautiful when I can take the time to do my makeup and make my face; for a brief moment; look flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love watching The Golden Girls.  I like to sit on the couch with a blanket and laugh with my girls.  No matter what is going on with my life I know they will be there to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**When doing this list I didn't realize how hard it was going to be.  We get so wrapped up in doing things with other people that we forget that sometimes it's OK to be just a little selfish.  I think it makes us feel better about who we are when get to do the little things we love, on our own.  I think I learned a lot from this.  While being selfish all the time is never a good thing sometimes you have to take a moment for just you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5484401911132898391?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5484401911132898391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-five-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5484401911132898391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5484401911132898391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-five-things.html' title='My Five Things...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-9024098470801575034</id><published>2009-11-05T21:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:19:53.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just More RandoMelissa Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at the kitchen table listening to Christmas Music...Britney Christmas Music.  It's definitely no secret that I hate Christmas and have more so the last 10 years.  It's just become a hassle which makes it even more hilarious that I'm listening to Music.  I just can't help it though, I just love me some Britney.  She has actually become my exercise music...I call it Britney-size.  You have to admit, there is something HIP HOPPY about that girls music that makes you want to get up and move!!  Love it!!  Eww not so much this song though...it's Don't Let Me Be the Last to Know.....BARF....no lovey dovey bull shizz...Ahh OK that's better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today while I was using a public restroom about what public restrooms are lacking.  Two very major things that I THINK would improve the whole idea of the public restroom.  They are:  BABY WIPES - for those not so fresh, just had 2 bran muffins and 3 cups of coffee moments.  We all know what I'm talking about so don't pretend like you don't.  I mean think about it...when we have to go number 2 toilet paper in those public facilities are a little rough on the toushy.  OK and seriously who thought toilet paper the size of cheese wheels was a good idea...I mean really.  So, I think everyone should start a petition at their work for nice MOIST wipes instead of that rough toilet paper.  WHO'S WITH ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next item(s) I think a bathroom should have ESPECIALLY PUBLIC ONES is antibacterial wipes and hand sanitizer.  I know I said there is only 2 items but it's my blog and I think they tie into the same category.  As embarrassing as this is to admit I got pink eye and swine from my work.  Thankfully, after the pink eye epidemic passed, they decided to put hand sanitizer in the restrooms.  Ughh, there is nothing more disturbing than being in the public pooper and you hear someone leave without washing their hands.  I swear we are going to wipe ourselves out by the plague we don't have to wait for the terrorists to do it.  Freakin Aye people wash your dirty hands.  OK so I don't KNOW that I got the swine from work but honestly it wouldn't surprise.  I think Clorox wipes would do wonders for the seat too.  I can't even tell you how many times I have walked into the bathroom at work and had to find another stall...women are disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now listening to Robin Hood: Men in Tights.  Haven't watched it for a while.  "NO DING DING WITH OUT DA WEDDING RING."  That should be every girls motto.  We should have tshirts made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this weekend.  I'm making a roast for dinner for my sweetie.  When we get married I'm going to have some tough shoes to fill.  His mother is this master can make anything cook and he is used to that.  To be safe I may just feed him Mac &amp;amp; cheese.  Well, he has liked everything I have cooked.  Not that my mother wasn't a good cook....she is very much but she really doesn't do much cooking anymore since weight watchers.  She grills a lot and has mastered that.  Holy CRAP you should see how much of a production it is making my fathers salad every night.  What a trooper!!  I think my dad turned part rabbit after he lost all the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've mentioned in a blog lately just how much I love Ty.  We have gone through so much in the year and a half we've been together and I'm SOO grateful that we've calmed down the crazies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, the movie is now over.  In between watching the movie and this blog I've managed to clean a bathroom and the kitchen.  Talk about having ADD.  It's all good though, they don't call it random thoughts for nothing.  You know, I was watching on the news last night that Utahn's are losing their ability to say words correctly.  It's actually kind of funny how I have morphed into one of THEM.  AHHH I'm freaking out.  The last think I ever wanted was to become a Utard but alas I am.  If you ever visit here or you already live here ask a native to say mountain or Layton.  Perhaps even the word BUTTONS.  Its really entertaining if you're amused by the little things like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to try and go to bed now.  I haven't slept well in a few days; I am a bit tired.  I need to get my water bottle, take some Tylenol PM, and hit the hay as they say on the farm...but I never lived on a farm....stange?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Goodnight All!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-9024098470801575034?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9024098470801575034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-more-randomelissa-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/9024098470801575034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/9024098470801575034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-more-randomelissa-thoughts.html' title='Just More RandoMelissa Thoughts....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3190311925002380909</id><published>2009-11-04T10:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:26:31.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Thoughts by Ducky...This mornings funny email..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvHivrNI_qI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2EZdVgFCOU8/s1600-h/Duckie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400346736873504418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvHivrNI_qI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2EZdVgFCOU8/s400/Duckie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you're in bed with a relative. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with 'Guess' on it. So I said 'Implants?' She hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we choose from just two people to run for president and over fifty for Miss America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young we used to go 'skinny dipping,' now I just 'chunky dunk.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ctrl&lt;/span&gt; Alt Delete' and start all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that our children can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know it.... Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FAT cells live forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to swear on the Bible in court when the Ten Commandments cannot be displayed outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper sticker of the year: 'If you can read this, thank a teacher -and, since it's in English, thank a soldier'&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/2397602369377908031-3190311925002380909?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3190311925002380909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-thoughts-by-duckythis-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3190311925002380909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3190311925002380909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-thoughts-by-duckythis-mornings.html' title='Life Thoughts by Ducky...This mornings funny email..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvHivrNI_qI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2EZdVgFCOU8/s72-c/Duckie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-9142176918554515205</id><published>2009-11-03T17:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:16:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvDFprruaKI/AAAAAAAAAko/FpyF_72UHWI/s1600-h/Fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400033273108654242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvDFprruaKI/AAAAAAAAAko/FpyF_72UHWI/s400/Fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had a strange and crazy day.  I often forget what lengths some people will go to get ahead in life.  As I was sitting on hold, I was looking through some pictures of fall/autumn and I came across this one and just felt peace.  It was exactly what I needed!!  I live for this time of year; mid October to the end of November.  The smell of fresh air and beautiful leaves are my version of perfection.  It's now my computer background so when the going gets rough I can close all open screens and just stare.  Sounds a bit pathetic, I KNOW, but I would give just about anything to drive through that tunnel watching my car kick up the leaves behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-9142176918554515205?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9142176918554515205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-i-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/9142176918554515205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/9142176918554515205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-i-remember.html' title='And then I remember...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvDFprruaKI/AAAAAAAAAko/FpyF_72UHWI/s72-c/Fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5092812799048309597</id><published>2009-11-03T16:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:39:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson for Today Is.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROWN-NOSER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appeal to flattery is a fallacy in which a person uses flattery, excessive compliments, in an attempt to win support for their side. Appeals to flattery are sometimes described by pejorative phrases, such as "suck-up", "ass-kisser", or "brown-noser".&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?ei=jL3wSs2ND5SotgOGyLyGBg&amp;amp;sig2=_G_qCvuXftyals_t2uer_Q&amp;amp;q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown-noser&amp;amp;ei=jL3wSs2ND5SotgOGyLyGBg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;amp;ct=&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAQQpAMoAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGUTMbslPn0ysx_mWO9FLLgv8XPvw"&gt;en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown-noser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One who brownnoses (flatters or humors somebody in an obsequious manner for personal gain); one who sucks up; a bootlicker, ass-kisser, sycophant&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?ei=jL3wSs2ND5SotgOGyLyGBg&amp;amp;sig2=z4B876HbChb3LUfj34RGkA&amp;amp;q=http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/brown_noser&amp;amp;ei=jL3wSs2ND5SotgOGyLyGBg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;amp;ct=&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAUQpAMoAQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHY0XgJVnqfA3XpKTrgqEx7LZ60TQ"&gt;en.wiktionary.org/wiki/brown_noser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400025849715896802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvC-5lY-MeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lAuz5FP-88g/s400/imjustsayin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, we all know one or two...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5092812799048309597?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5092812799048309597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesson-for-today-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5092812799048309597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5092812799048309597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesson-for-today-is.html' title='The Lesson for Today Is.......'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SvC-5lY-MeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lAuz5FP-88g/s72-c/imjustsayin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-60234052238484076</id><published>2009-11-02T12:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:21:20.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le List ~ Le Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Le list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Mood: Tired as all hell.  Been up since about 5 am..had an insomniac night didn't fall asleep until sometime around 2 am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you having a good hair day? I have messy yet glam hair today I LOVE it!!  I have a new do that I tried for Halloween that makes me look saucy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ever had a job with a uniform? What did it look like? Yes, I have. It was a Macey's Polo YUK..I don't have a different answer to this question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What book are you reading right now? I've started the Sookie Series..Blessed Be Vamps are taking over the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Eyes/lips/cheeks: Just Lip Gloss AND lip stick HA HA HA threw you for a loop didn't I.  I'm trying this new thing..Glam up daily.  Makes me feel pretty!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What’s for breakfast? Ughh didn't left to early.  Thinking of getting lunch though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you dated someone shorter than you? Yeah, he was a one nighter...what I was younger now I'm all grown up and mature....(yeah, I can't keep a straight face either).  He was a sweet guy though no regrets!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Guys who wear big, bold rings: hot or not? I now think this is funny.  If you can pull it off more power to ya!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Outfit: Jeans and an OOOOOgly ass brown sweater that is the most comfy thing I own next to my zebra jammy pants!!  Yes, I love the Zebra!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Weekly goals: OMG OK, 1. work all week 2.Clean the kitchen tonight 3. sleep 4.make a hair appt after I pay bills 5. see and make out with my super duper cute boyfriend.  Man I'm swamped this week...how will I ever get things done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's November!!  Official murder a turkey month.  Ahh, I love it.  GOBBLE GOBBLE everyone.  I'm excited to be done with October.  However, it did go out with a BANG - (literally hee hee).  We had a killer Halloween party.  I haven't a good drinking night in a long time.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WAS VERY MUCH DESERVED!!&lt;/span&gt;  Our kitchen floor is now a grave site for Jello Shooters and Cranberry Juice.  Some of us - me and uncle C - had issues holding on to things.  No worries though everyone arrived safely home and the PAR-TAY was nothing but a success!!  On to the next.  We're thinking something a little more low key.  Like a FRIENDS THANKSGIVING DINNER staring all our friends.  Everyone goes home for Turkey Day we thought it would be a nice thing to have the peeps over for a dinner of our own!!  No plans for this month except for to stay well and well that's about it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL NEXT TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-60234052238484076?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/60234052238484076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-list-le-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/60234052238484076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/60234052238484076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-list-le-again.html' title='Le List ~ Le Again'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4721962609971817182</id><published>2009-10-24T20:16:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:29:53.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My OCTOBER in review..</title><content type='html'>I've decided that this whole month just got a swirly in the crapper....with the poo still in it. Yeah, I know that's gross but this month has - UGHHG OK well I'll just tell you about it. First, we went to the Marathon to watch my dad. It was nice to see family but I kind of felt like a charity case. Somehow my family has it in their head that I am unable to take care of myself. PS everyone you all have 2 incomes and I live on one...Yeah thanks!! I know they mean well but it's frustrating. I have become quite the little budget-er...it's quite exciting. These last couple months I've paid all bills and been left with a couple hundred so I'm not living paycheck to paycheck. Of course I'm still paying for what I refer to as THE STUPID YEARS but it's nice to know that I'm not the only twenty something person that has done that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing on my crap agenda was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SWINE&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I caught the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SWINE&lt;/span&gt;. That was, by far, the worse pain, sick, forest green flem, projectile vomits, and the inability to walk BULL SHIT I have ever gone through. I think the worse day was the Saturday. I called my mom because I couldn't breath, the coughing was out of control, my asthma was on the fritz, AND as if that wasn't enough I was starting to panic. Anxiety attack+ SWINE=Melissa Crying In Maceys to her Mommy. Thankfully I got me some Vicks Vapour Rub and sleepy time tea. That was the first night I actually slept. It pissed me off when a Facebook twit friend said that it is not that big of a deal and to do research before freaking out. My message to you, IDIOT, bodies are different, each immune system is different, strength is different, tolerance is different, PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT so shut your uneducated pie hole and let me be sick. I really hate it when people who aren't doctors/nurses chime in about shiz they just don't understand. If there is an MD, PhD, MS, RN, etc after your name I must have missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm finally over my illness and I am feeling normal. I came back to work on Tuesday after being out for a week. I felt like I was going to pass out a few time...Might have gone back a little to soon. It's not like I was getting any rest at home as they were doing construction outside my house. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BASTARDS!!&lt;/span&gt; It's really annoying when you're on the verge of DEATH and there is a jack hammer, steam roller, and man hole covers vibrating (and not in the good way) your house. SO on top of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SWINE&lt;/span&gt; I didn't sleep. That makes for one cranky Melissa!! Anyway, I am back to work and felling 99.9% better. I still have a stupid cough and some flem I'm trying to get rid of. Thankfully, it's no longer a forest green color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the next little while I'm just going to lay low and do my own thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4721962609971817182?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4721962609971817182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-october-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4721962609971817182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4721962609971817182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-october-in-review.html' title='My OCTOBER in review..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6314945745686845816</id><published>2009-10-09T09:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:05:08.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings Before the Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much happening this month I swear I'm going to need to take November off. Sitting on hold at work provides me the time to catch up on my blogging. I should be doing work but all my follow up today is phone calls...what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, this passed weekend we went to the Marathon in St George. It was nice to see my POPS running again. Visiting with my sister in law was cool we chatted a lot. Talking with my brother whom I haven't seen or talked to in two years was pretty much the same as it was when we were in High School; either we didn't talk to it wasn't more than two words. I know I shouldn't dwell but it sucks not having a relationship with my other brother. On one hand I wish we were very close/chatted every once in a while but then I think, "well, we've never had a relationship passed him making fun of me so really where is the loss?" What I keep thinking about is the uncertainties of life...that at any given moment something could happen to either one of us and we'll have missed out on really getting to know one another and developing that friendship we lacked our whole life. I can't explain why we don't talk or why were not close. All I know is that hopefully one day he'll want to know about me and my life (without the sarcasm or ridicule). Here's Hoping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/StPKntj30SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fi-434vr2Ls/s1600-h/Fight+Like+A+Girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391875962486378786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/StPKntj30SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fi-434vr2Ls/s320/Fight+Like+A+Girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IN OTHER NEWS, it is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. In the past 3 years this issue has been very close to my heart. The Company I work for has given me the opportunity to speak to some amazing survivors, scared patients, and just all around beautiful people. It never fails...I always managed to get checked at least once a day. I can remember as a receptionist being on the phone with a woman who was a first time survivor but got diagnosed a second time. I think what hit me the most was her confusion as to why this was all happening to her a second time. Her tears and frightened voice still get to me today and this phone call took place 2 years ago. I believe whole heatedly in the testing we do here because it's about PREVENTION. What kills me the most and what I still struggle telling patients is how and insurance company (or your employer as they dictate what is covered and what is not) can tell a patient Oh, we don't think this is medically necessary for you or You're going to have to get cancer before we'll cover. UGHHH wake the hell up people now days it's about prevention. If you know you have something that could increase your risk by about 80+% wouldn't you want to do what you could to stop it? Bet your ass you would; or I can speak to you on your level....wouldn't you want your patients to take preventative measures so they can live longer so you get more money out of them? Whenever I get down and out about life and stressed out about stuff I always remember the woman crying to me on the phone and the story of the brownie.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/StPMiOe1f5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RUTYQvTuXlA/s1600-h/brownie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391878067267665810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/StPMiOe1f5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RUTYQvTuXlA/s200/brownie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A coworker of mine was doing her daily job when a patient called and told her that she needed her results ASAP because she was trying to determine whether or not she was going to a more invasive procedure. Obviously, she was hoping for the best and the less invasive. Anyway, she told my coworker that if she was able to get her results to her by a certain day she would bake her brownies. Obviously, M couldn't make that promise so she said she would do the best she could to make sure the results were sent out as soon as they were available. Well, someone was watching out for this woman and her results were READY-BEFORE SURGERY!!! This is huge for our patients. Anyway, M called her patient and let her know. The next day M got a call from the front desk saying she had a visitor. As she walked in she saw a woman standing there holding a Tupperware full of brownies.  What made it so touching was this beautiful woman taking time out of her life of Chemo and surgeries to thank M for making such a difficult decision a little bit easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love those moments where I get 'checked' but someone who is suffering a lot more that I.  It reminds that shit can always get worse and it's not worth it in this life to play the victim when times are tough.  I've heard a rumor that it speaks more about your character if you are able to get through your trials without playing the pity card.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've wanted to post that brownie story for a long time.  I started this blog almost a week ago and am just now finishing it.  &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/2397602369377908031-6314945745686845816?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6314945745686845816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramblings-before-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6314945745686845816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6314945745686845816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramblings-before-weekend.html' title='Ramblings Before the Weekend...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/StPKntj30SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fi-434vr2Ls/s72-c/Fight+Like+A+Girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7848200933977322126</id><published>2009-09-22T09:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:39:34.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News For Today...</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I had the 2ND (SO FAR) most painful experiences of my life. For some reason I'm a bit more MOLE-Y than the rest of my family. Gross I KNOW but completely true. Well, the summer after I graduated I got a really bad sun burn and after it had healed I had brand new freckles. A few had turned in to black marks and oddly shaped. Last Thursday I had gone into the Dr's office for a Mole Biopsy. I have to say the shots hurt the worse. Anyone who knows me know I hate needles. She asked me if I was going to scream and I told her "just don't jab me with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she took off 4 and they called me and told me that they were all normal.  I was pretty sure that everything was fine but it's good to be safe and find out.  Knowledge is POWER!!  One thing that kind of concerns me though is that I'm kind of a bleeder.  She had noticed that I was bleeding quite a bit during the whole thing.  She asked if I had noticed this before and I told her when I cut my finger it bled quite a bit but I didn't feel queasy or anything like that.  I'm thinking I'm anemic and I may need to up the iron intake.  She said she wants to keep an eye on that so we'll see.  Hopefully it's nothing major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7848200933977322126?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7848200933977322126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-news-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7848200933977322126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7848200933977322126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-news-for-today.html' title='Good News For Today...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2979208113970033835</id><published>2009-09-14T19:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:21:49.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Be CRazy for Swayze!!!! - RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just so sad but it's good that he is no longer in pain!! He was a great actor and let's face it HOT AS HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/patrick%20swayze" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Patrick Swayze Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg63/Pamalata/PATRICK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2397602369377908031-2979208113970033835?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2979208113970033835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-always-be-crazy-for-swayze-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2979208113970033835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2979208113970033835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-always-be-crazy-for-swayze-rip.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Be CRazy for Swayze!!!! - RIP'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1761568681420851124</id><published>2009-09-14T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:16:07.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Le List...</title><content type='html'>I was crusing other blogs and reading the news trying to get inspiration and to gather my thoughts on what I really want when I found this pretty awesome blog... She had a List and told her followers to do the list. It sounded fun so I'm doing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Le list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Mood:&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still trying to get a "grip" on things that have happened the last month but all in all I'm doing pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Are you having a good hair day? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;More like a Lazy Hair Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Ever had a job with a uniform? What did it look like?&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, I have. It was a Macey's Polo YUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What book are you reading right now?&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wuthering Heights (I just finished Mommywood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eyes/lips/cheeks: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just Lip Gloss - Like any other day...I KNOW I need to utilize my thousands of dollars in MAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s for breakfast? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honey Nut Cheerios and 2 pieces of Wheat toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you dated someone shorter than you? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't date him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys who wear big, bold rings: hot or not?&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Is that really on the criteria check list for guys...how sad and extremely shallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outfit: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T's and Jeans and my fav sandals...it's cas and comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Weekly goals: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lets see here - 1. Sell Stock 2. Get Car Checked 3. Clean Office 4. Have a skin Biopsy 5. Pay Bills 6.Spend some quality time with my sweetie 7. Have a chill weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1761568681420851124?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1761568681420851124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1761568681420851124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1761568681420851124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-list.html' title='Le List...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4133011446850421864</id><published>2009-09-09T14:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:32:15.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff For Your Viewing Pleasure....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a hobby of cruising other blogs mostly to find out what people are up to in life. I stumbled on two that made me crack up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379575248141824546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqgXL5v6MiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/C2wo_T2yxEI/s400/fat_women_happy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fat Chicks Need Love Too!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally dig this kids face in this picture. I think I'm going to list the things about me that make this dude sick..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379598494212507202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqgsVAHDRkI/AAAAAAAAAkI/AV2RUKYvdJU/s400/god.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sports Nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.People who watch TV more than they study the bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Money Lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I like Ankle Biters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Sex pervert - YES, I AM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Rebellious Women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sex, Rock Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Party Animals (stop laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I find it funny that Racists make him sick....I guess that's a hypocrite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. OK so I'm technically a Mormon LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are so stupid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4133011446850421864?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4133011446850421864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-stuff-for-your-viewing-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4133011446850421864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4133011446850421864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-stuff-for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='Funny Stuff For Your Viewing Pleasure....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqgXL5v6MiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/C2wo_T2yxEI/s72-c/fat_women_happy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3094468008213085647</id><published>2009-09-04T10:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:59:27.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqGTaGLPPOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MswpWs2pMfk/s1600-h/schoolsupplies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377741506600713442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqGTaGLPPOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MswpWs2pMfk/s320/schoolsupplies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lot's of memories come to mind when I think about the season that is fast approaching. I'm not really sure where the summer went but I have to say that I am glad it's almost over. I was thinking back to a happier simpler time in life while I was walking through my dads new school and I came to this conclusion...I miss the first day of school. A girl friend of mine got to remembering the coolness that was the first day of school. New school supplies, who is in your class, new clothes, what teacher are you going to have, and so on and so on. I miss that feeling of newness. Maybe I just miss Trapper Keepers HA!! Once thing I really miss about being in school were the activities. When we lived in Cloudcroft my dad was one of the football coaches for the High School and I LOVED going to Friday night games. There is something of a rush watching a HS football game in a small town. I never got the same feeling watching football in Tooele. I was there because I had to be...being a band geek and all. Small town people live for the big game every friday. You wouldn't find a soul anywhere else even for away games. It was like the whole town came out to support the team.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqGVZrZe6yI/AAAAAAAAAjg/UQOB31K-hpQ/s1600-h/mums03fr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377743698435959586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqGVZrZe6yI/AAAAAAAAAjg/UQOB31K-hpQ/s400/mums03fr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Homecomings were always a blast. I can remember the HS cheerleaders coming around to our classes selling MUMS. For those of you who don't know what they are here is a picture of what they typically look like. I felt like a chump when I asked the people I did go to HS with when they were going to sell the mums. I seriously though everyone did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is almost here and I'm excited. It's my favorite time of year. I think there is a small part that like it because it also reminds me of the traditions of Sunday/Monday Football games on TV. Now, of course, being a Native Born Texican football has always been in my blood. I can remember my dad and brothers planted permantly in front of the TV anytime there was a game on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK BREAKING in here to add a thought my co-workpal and I just had....OK she's never seen/heard about homecoming mums and then we were talking about how cool HS people were when we were in Junior High and then when we were in High School how cool College kids were. AND NOW, we're older than all of those little ones...WHAT THE EFFING CRAP!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, anyway...football has always been a family tradition of mine. From now until the end of January we eat breathe and live for The Dallas Cowboys, Cheer on the Utes because let's face it they are the best team in Utah, and cheer (OK onlyI do) on the Texas Longhorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I have 2 hopes this football season...that Utah goes undefeated again this year and to convert Ty into a Cowboy fan!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377750560347810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqGbpGAwbDI/AAAAAAAAAjw/KPT-pjzJ6Kk/s400/Utah_Utes_logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&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/2397602369377908031-3094468008213085647?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3094468008213085647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3094468008213085647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3094468008213085647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqGTaGLPPOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MswpWs2pMfk/s72-c/schoolsupplies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6375752337676993221</id><published>2009-09-03T12:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:31:10.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I KNOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqAK-qB2giI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LzR4Jn5m8LY/s1600-h/11-20-08_2048.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377310026630595106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqAK-qB2giI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LzR4Jn5m8LY/s400/11-20-08_2048.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is US last year at the Midnight showing of Twilight!!  We'll have one more super duper cool fan joining us for New Moon and I know she is just as excited as we are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so we just purchased our tickets for NEW MOON!!! Can you handle it!!! Really, we're not nuts but just super excited to be going. We'll be seeing the 12:40 AM show and this is where we're sitting. We're in the seats with the white line through it....not bad huh??!!?!?!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377309732815816226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqAKtje8xiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hq9NaqOHMy0/s400/new+moon.bmp" border="0" /&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/2397602369377908031-6375752337676993221?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6375752337676993221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6375752337676993221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6375752337676993221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah, I KNOW!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SqAK-qB2giI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LzR4Jn5m8LY/s72-c/11-20-08_2048.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-560667369753914444</id><published>2009-08-31T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:41:45.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kris!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SpwLCkZdu2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/gOoJp9J82xI/s1600-h/meandkris.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376184193931656034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SpwLCkZdu2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/gOoJp9J82xI/s400/meandkris.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I know this post is a little late as her birthday was Friday but I couldn't get the stupid picture to upload. Here's hoping it will this time!! Anyway, Kris is such a great friend and I feel very blessed that she is in my life. What was really funny about it was I kept wishing her happy 28th birthday and well she's only 27...OK here is the funny part....I'm older that she is by a month..UGHH this getting old is so rough!!  Happy Birthday Again!!!  OH- don't worry I'll have you your enchies by Monday!!  You know that whole pay day thing!!  Love Ya Homie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-560667369753914444?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/560667369753914444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-kris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/560667369753914444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/560667369753914444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-kris.html' title='Happy Birthday Kris!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SpwLCkZdu2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/gOoJp9J82xI/s72-c/meandkris.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-867735120326254988</id><published>2009-08-28T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:56:31.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Emails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Spg112N1bRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b0NawiHFaMc/s1600-h/pig.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375105354469567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Spg112N1bRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b0NawiHFaMc/s400/pig.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you broke wind consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it !) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. (O.M.G.!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Creepy.) (I'm still not over the pig.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour (Don't try this at home, maybe at work) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the males head off. (Honey, I'm home. What the...?!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. (30 minutes.. Lucky pig! Can you imagine?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. (What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day. (I still want to be a pig in my next life....quality over quantity) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet. (Something I always wanted to know.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.(Hmmmmmm......) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people. (If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. (Okay, so that would be a good thing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light. (I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. ( I know some people like that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starfish have no brains (I know some people like that too.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Polar bears are left-handed. (If they switch, they'll live a lot longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. (What about that pig??) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375105351496344162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Spg11rI9omI/AAAAAAAAAio/XYKCPzoWDw8/s400/pig.bmp" border="0" /&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/2397602369377908031-867735120326254988?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/867735120326254988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-emails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/867735120326254988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/867735120326254988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-emails.html' title='Funny Emails...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Spg112N1bRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b0NawiHFaMc/s72-c/pig.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5679793360911485590</id><published>2009-08-24T14:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:27:04.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pressure of Marriage</title><content type='html'>I was trying to write this profound blog about marriage and the pressures out there to find that special someone.  The only thing I can come up with right now I'm so glad I'm not.  I eventually want to be but I'm enjoying the fact that my money is mine.  I don't have to answer to anyone.  I can sleep all day if I want.  I get paid to babysit: I don't have to find one.  I can take a drive out of state without packing for the day.  I can leave for a week and not worry about anything.  My life is not empty and I'm not missing out.  My life is mine and I like it that way.  I let that pressure get in my head; I allowed it to convince me that I had a timeline.  I'm going to enjoy the fact that I can go and do what I want, when I want, and how I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5679793360911485590?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5679793360911485590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/pressure-of-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5679793360911485590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5679793360911485590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/pressure-of-marriage.html' title='The Pressure of Marriage'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7619776241126920069</id><published>2009-08-24T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:56:40.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Parents - Parents Meeting</title><content type='html'>I had a BBQ and my casa this weekend...it was a nerve-wracking success.  I was stressed out all week about it because I wanted to make sure that everything went OK.  Well it did.  I'm pretty sure everyone had an OK time.  Ty's sister brought her two adorable kids so we got to hang out with them as well.  P. Sawyer spent her time with Ty's niece reading and watching Toy Story!!  The funniest part was when we were taking all the food to the back patio we found that she had taken the whole bag of sugar off the counter (didn't spill any), found a spoon, and starting eating sugar out of the bag.  It was the funniest part of the whole evening.  I guess everyone in Ty's family thought that there was going to be some big announcement and I said unless there is something I don't know it's just your regular old BBQ.  After a year and 3 months we're still dating.  Nothing big has happened......  You should have seen the looks I was getting from Ty when I was holding his brand new nephew.  All he kept saying was, "I KNOW, STOP IT."  Our parents got along pretty good I think.  It was a good weekend.  Sunday was our normal lazy day.  We ate left overs and chilled on the couch.  I love days like that with him.  He let me watch some girly movies and I let him watch some man shows.  I love him so much and am very lucky that I'm in love with my best friend!!  He's really a great person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7619776241126920069?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7619776241126920069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting-parents-parents-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7619776241126920069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7619776241126920069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting-parents-parents-meeting.html' title='Meeting the Parents - Parents Meeting'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4825900017864407474</id><published>2009-08-21T12:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:34:10.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have PIMPLES.....</title><content type='html'>Pimples suck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all there is to it.  I have tried many cleansers...pretty much everything there is out there and the one thing I find that works the most is keeping your face clean and letting your skin breath.  It's one of the reasons I rarely wear makeup.  Another thing to do is to wash your hands before touching any part of your face.  If you use brushes like I do to apply any makeup make sure the brush is clean.  If you use sponges clean them!!  If you use your hands to apply WASH THEM FIRST....notice a pattern here.  I read an article on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;medicalnewstoday&lt;/span&gt;.com about pimples and it had some excellent tips for those pimples we all love oh so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you treat pimples?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best advice to maintain a good complexion is to address the problem of acne before it begins to exist. You can begin by following a regular skin cleansing regimen to rid your pores of unwanted particles and dirt. The easier it is for your skin to breathe, the fewer problems will occur. It requires some discipline and patience to maintain a skin regimen, but you will be thankful in the long run. However, if you have an already existing skin condition, there are many things that can be done to help this ongoing problem. It is advised not to attempt to extract the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sedum&lt;/span&gt; yourself. This could lead to further infection and scarring. Another piece of good advice, is to avoid touching your face often, especially if you already have pimples. Increased friction on the pimple will cause it to close up further, making extraction a lot more difficult. Purchase oil-free and antibacterial cleansers made especially to combat pimple outbreaks. Be careful not to over scrub, however. Your skin needs a certain amount of oil to remain healthy. Over scrubbing or over cleaning your skin may cause your skin to become too dry, which then may aggravate skin and will result in another set of outbreaks. Cleanse deeply, but moderately. In fact, some skin experts even recommend that you wash only with water and mild soap, such as baby soap. It is also advised not to switch cleansing products too often. This may also cause allergies and other skin problems. If you feel you are able to treat your own outbreaks by extracting pimples, be sure to do so under extremely sanitary conditions. Only attempt to extract blackheads or whiteheads. If red pustules are manipulated, they may result in the spread of acne when then results in scarring of the skin. Use sterile materials and be sure to wash your hands thoroughly before and after extraction. In severe conditions, an injection is available from dermatologists or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aestheticians&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kenalog&lt;/span&gt;. This is a steroid that can aide in clearing the breakout in six to twenty hours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; personal favorite the blackhead treatment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Get Rid of Blackheads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can extract blackheads yourself if there is no sign of infection on or surrounding the blemish. If attempting to extract the blackhead yourself, always be sure to use sterile materials. It is also advised to be certain your environment is extremely clean. As suggested by skin experts, the first step would be to steam your skin for several minutes. The best way to do this is to place your face over a bowl of very hot water. It is also recommended to hold a towel over your head to keep in the steam. This will loosen the pores and make the extraction process less painful. Be careful not to scold yourself. It is preferable to use a flat blackhead remover, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;comedone&lt;/span&gt; extractor to remove blackheads. You can find this product at any beauty store. It is highly recommended not to attempt to extract aggravated, inflamed or infected acne lesions since this will worsen the acne and can cause scarring. If you are unsure of your ability to extract blackheads, it is recommended to visit a professional. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aestheticians&lt;/span&gt; and dermatologists can offer deep cleansing facial treatments designed to keep skin clear of black or white heads. The cost of these treatments may be a little high for your budget, but most are happy with the results and feel it is worth it in the long run. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you need an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aesthetician&lt;/span&gt; I know one that is fabulous!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found some other remedies to help cover those that you have already picked at or the ones that appear right before a major event in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a band-aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ice cube&lt;/span&gt; to cut down the swelling&lt;br /&gt;3. Use eye drops to take the red out.  I prefer Clear Eyes or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bausch&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Use yellow eye shadow with your powder as a concealer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR HELLS SAKE....WASH YOUR HANDS BEFORE YOU TOUCH YOUR FACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4825900017864407474?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4825900017864407474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-have-pimples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4825900017864407474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4825900017864407474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-have-pimples.html' title='Do you have PIMPLES.....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2900701952062508136</id><published>2009-08-20T10:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:44:09.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO STORY OUTHOUSE..Melissa's Version</title><content type='html'>I got an email this morning from my supervisor. It made me chuckle only because it's true especially for us middle class voters.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372082408841203410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/So14fQMaztI/AAAAAAAAAiY/P5ZlkGW0MFE/s400/outhouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, if you know me at all you know I have to take this one step further. So I made some modifications to tell everyone how it really is for me...here is my version....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372083455864751778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/So15cMqSRqI/AAAAAAAAAig/Q2C-8AaZbMw/s400/out.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Seems like the harder I try to make my situation better (financially) "the man" always finds a way to shit on me. You know what though, it's OK!! This is what life is about. Someone/something always finds a way to shit on you. The way I look at it is: yeah it's a two story outhouse but there is also a shower (inside your house) where you can start all over fresh and clean. The same is true for life. You can mess up make mistakes and let the world shit all over you but there is always a tomorrow and the opportunity to start fresh/try again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just remember, "Nothing is final until you're dead and even then I'm sure God negotiates."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2900701952062508136?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2900701952062508136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-story-outhousemelissas-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2900701952062508136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2900701952062508136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-story-outhousemelissas-version.html' title='TWO STORY OUTHOUSE..Melissa&apos;s Version'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/So14fQMaztI/AAAAAAAAAiY/P5ZlkGW0MFE/s72-c/outhouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1025208290470919107</id><published>2009-08-18T14:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:53:10.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Decisions Via Magic 8 Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SosUT7aMrpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kSWyFjYuHxI/s1600-h/8ball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371409313167093394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SosUT7aMrpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kSWyFjYuHxI/s400/8ball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a Magic 8 Ball on my desk. See Above. I use this to make all the BIG decisions in my life. No, Really!! Well, today I asked it a question and this is what I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371409150670994002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SosUKeEG-lI/AAAAAAAAAiA/_BmnQ7-2rdc/s400/8ball22.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, just kidding I got Yes, Definitely.  Now I bet you're wondering what I asked but guess what....I'm not gonna tell ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1025208290470919107?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1025208290470919107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-decisions-via-magic-8-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1025208290470919107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1025208290470919107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-decisions-via-magic-8-ball.html' title='Life Decisions Via Magic 8 Ball'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SosUT7aMrpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kSWyFjYuHxI/s72-c/8ball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7458300460340756331</id><published>2009-08-18T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:51:06.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin 'bout Love Makes Sense....Well, Thank You Captian Obvious!!  HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SorNo1bPcwI/AAAAAAAAAho/xjTX64r67Fc/s1600-h/leann.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371331607012537090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SorNo1bPcwI/AAAAAAAAAho/xjTX64r67Fc/s320/leann.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like a cloud full of rain shouldn't hang in the sky Ice shouldn't burn or a bumblebee fly&lt;br /&gt;If you feel so happy, then why do you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothin' bout love makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Like an ocean liner shouldn't float on the sea&lt;br /&gt;A pearl in an oyster or a circus of fleas&lt;br /&gt;Someone so perfect can't be falling for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothin' bout love makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' bout love is less than confusing&lt;br /&gt;You can win when you're losing, stand when you're falling&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' bout love can make an equation nothin' short of amazing&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could explain it&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;The way that we dance, the reason we dream&lt;br /&gt;That big Italian tower, well how does it lean?&lt;br /&gt;Something so strong shouldn't make me this weak&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothin' bout love makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' bout love is less than confusing&lt;br /&gt;You can win when you're losing, stand when you're falling&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' bout love can make an equation nothin' short of amazing&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could explain it&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Like the lights of Las Vegas glowing out on the sand&lt;br /&gt;A jumbo shrimp or a baby grand&lt;br /&gt;How you're touching my heart when you're holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothin' bout love makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothin' bout love makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothin' bout love, makes sense&lt;br /&gt;No no no, oh it don't make sense.&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/2397602369377908031-7458300460340756331?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7458300460340756331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothin-bout-love-makes-sensewell-thank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7458300460340756331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7458300460340756331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothin-bout-love-makes-sensewell-thank.html' title='Nothin &apos;bout Love Makes Sense....Well, Thank You Captian Obvious!!  HAHA'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SorNo1bPcwI/AAAAAAAAAho/xjTX64r67Fc/s72-c/leann.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-604656557797511424</id><published>2009-08-17T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:24:51.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commute To Work Brings The Strangest Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I have the most random thoughts when I'm driving to work. I have a bit of a commute via freeway and I always wonder about the people driving with me. Today I saw an older woman driving a Corsica with a Marijuana leaf hanging from her rear view window. It made me chuckle and I was like uh right on...keep that young spirit going. Then; here is where it get really random; I got to thinking about the blinker. When they developed the blinker for the car I thought, "How did they come up with that name? Was it named after the eyes because we blink?" Yes, this is the kind of crap I think about while driving. I think I need a tape recorder in my car because I do talk aloud; you'd hear some really crazy stuff then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; the blinker...what an interesting invention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shoe party was a huge success. I had such a good time with everyone!! I scored some really cute shoes too, check them out!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371012198423074642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SomrIztMF1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/aHbMW58rrPg/s400/shoes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never been a wedge fan. I thought they looked strange on people BUT I have been converted. Some religions wish conversion was that easy...maybe if they offered cute wedges as an incentive HA HA. We had a great turnout too. Ty's sisters came which I was completely stoked about along with a few of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; buddies. I know people had a great time because let's face it - it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; shoe party!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was a pretty chill day. My cute boyfriend came over and we went out for a steak dinner. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YUmmY&lt;/span&gt;. I had a Ruby Martini which sort of tasted like ass (not that I taste a lot of ass). It had one flavor ALCOHOL!! I had to mix it with my Iced tea (which kind of tasted like apple juice) just to choke the damn thing down. I think I singed some nose hairs. It was a great evening except for the moron we had for a waiter. I asked for Iced Tea and I got apple juice. Then he came to top it off and it was regular iced tea and when he came back a third time it was apple juice again. I swear I could of smacked the kid. As if screwing up my drink wasn't annoying enough; when he brought the ticket he handed Ty ours he said, "Um, I charged you this drink instead of the Martini which is like a dollar more that the Martini so you can just take that dollar off my tip." I was like uh WHAT?!?!?!? THEN, when he brought back the change he's like, "Um, I'm like short $2 on your change so you can just take that off my tip as well." I so wanted to punch that kid I mean really WHO DOES THAT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, so we were playing Phase 10 Saturday night and it was one of those things where you just couldn't stop laughing. It was over the lamest thing ever but it was still funny. You're know that part in The Wedding Singer where he's screwing with his limo driver friend making him drive that course with all the cones. Well, there is a part where the limo guy says, "they were cones," and its just the funniest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; thing ever! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371061757431369522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SonYNhZhzzI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CbYWIoLKA2U/s400/cones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, I don't know what made it pop into my head because we weren't watching it but I just kept saying it over and over. I think what made me laugh so hard was the look on Ty's face and P Sawyer laughing so hard she was shaking the table. OK so we were both shaking the table. Good times though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, I think that's about it. We have a very relaxing Sunday. Wanna know why....BECAUSE WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! I love days like that. You get to sit around and do absolutely nothing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-604656557797511424?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/604656557797511424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/commute-to-work-brings-strangest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/604656557797511424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/604656557797511424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/commute-to-work-brings-strangest.html' title='The Commute To Work Brings The Strangest Thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SomrIztMF1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/aHbMW58rrPg/s72-c/shoes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4231141533852929211</id><published>2009-08-14T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:18:51.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are Whiners/Wieners and It took something disgusting to turn this frown upside down!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning in not so great a mood. I'm really frustrated in my personal life and the Part Timer I've allowed myself to become. It's really a buzz kill when you're jealous of a dog and an ex wife. What's even more pathetic is I starting longing for the days when I had my "benefriends"....you know those boys you call when you want to play without all that emotional bull shit. (sorry there is no other word) Last night I actually longed for that; I always felt wanted and needed. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I had sudden awakening that made me think differently. While I still remain the Part Timer I'm going to do something amazing with my life.....I'm going live it!! What an amazing concept. I have recently added a fabulous person to my posse of peeps. She is the type of person I've always wanted to be-outgoing, spontaneous, and not afraid to do what she wants when she wants. We had been talking for a while about heading up to Wyoming for beer and great mexi-food. Last Friday we went and I don't think I've ever had so much fun. Yes, Wyoming isn't a happening hot spot but the simple fact that we went for no real reason make it hysterically fun!! Not to mention and J and I had the opportunity to really get to know each other. She is more censored at work being the professional that she is. ME - nahh I tell all - I don't know why I do that now that I really think about it. Hmm, I should quit that. Anyway, I learned a lot about her and her life and I have to say WOW. She is not afraid to be who she is and I sat there wondering how some of us allow ourselves to be consumed by events or problems that in the grand scheme of things don't really matter. I need to really need to learn how to do that. I say it all the time but I REALLY need figure that one out. I think J came into my life for a reason. She is a bomb friend and her BF just happens to think I'm super cool as well!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of my life revolving around another person. I don't have anyone else to blame for this result but myself so I definitely think it's time to change lil ole me for the better. I've decided that my weekend adventure is going to be Wendover, NV. I'll leave sometime in the morning and head over. Gamble for a spell, maybe hit a buffet and the discount liquor store then drive my adventurous ass home. It should be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;***OHHH, I'm sure you're wondering about that whole disgusting turning my frown upside down thingy.  Well, this is not for the weak stomached...but I had this pimple on my chin.  It was one of those that is really underneath the skin so you don't want to pop it because A)it hurts like a son of a bitch and B)it never pops anyway.  So, I decided that I was going to leave this one alone and see if it went away on it's own.  This morning I noticed it had a bit of a head on it so being ME I decided to blast it and boy did it blast.  I have a little mirror in my wallet and it splooged all over it.  THAT was the part that made me bust out laughing.  As nasty and gross as it sounds (and don't judge me we've all done it) it really made my shitty day a little more humorous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4231141533852929211?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4231141533852929211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-are-whinerswieners-and-it-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4231141533852929211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4231141533852929211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-are-whinerswieners-and-it-took.html' title='Boys are Whiners/Wieners and It took something disgusting to turn this frown upside down!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4161090436847098243</id><published>2009-08-13T10:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:21:08.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says....FABULOUS ROAST</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to ME as I made my first roast!! It was so yummy they should erect (haha erect) a statue in my honor. It was so tender and moist (MOOOOOIISSSSSSSSTT..HAHA uncle C) I don't think I've ever had such a glorious dinner. OK so when I make enchies I dominate but now that I've conquered the roast world I'm ready for my own cookbook!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369538059870454642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoRuapqEw3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uvEga5ToxAc/s320/pewter_trophy_lrg.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Ohhh, a trophy for me...you shouldn't have. OK so I totally deserve it. PS I'm really not this arrogant - I could have posted a Tiara which would have been more fitting for someone of my status!! My head still hurts. Remember yesterday when I said I bumped it. Yeah, it's still a bit sore. I don't have a bump so thats good. This is going to be a busy weekend. I really just want to sleep but you know people like me always have social events to go too. HA - I'm really not that important. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoSFPyoi--I/AAAAAAAAAgA/triyUXA7GXI/s1600-h/MAISHA-01-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369563162068843490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoSFPyoi--I/AAAAAAAAAgA/triyUXA7GXI/s200/MAISHA-01-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm actually hosting an awesome PAR-tay tomorrow. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoSFCV0zWLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/afXCNtSdsXk/s1600-h/MAISHA-01-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's for shoes. What's a shoe party you wonder...NO you don't come to my house in your AIR JORDANS but you come to see the latest styles (dudes need not attend...unless you're a cross dresser in which case more power to ya). I had these fabulous heels (pictured right) purchase at a shoe party and they are bomb-digity!! The are sassy heels and lemme tell ya...if you wanna get your partners mojo going go home with a nice pair of heels lay on your bed completely naked except for the shoes and watch them go nuts!! Nothin says lovin like a naked chick in heels. OK so I've never done it before but it sounds sexy...right? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoSaxXo75tI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/y6UrjA8cyqQ/s1600-h/butterflies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369586828682454738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoSaxXo75tI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/y6UrjA8cyqQ/s200/butterflies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a family reunion to go to tomorrow. Not mine, we hardly see each other. I am not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I would like to see my family more and I'd like to think they &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoSaoqmGt8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/opidDOhI3iY/s1600-h/butterflies.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would want to see me/us but I can't help but wonder...wouldn't we have gotten together already. It's all good FACEBOOK TO THE RESCUE! Something is better than nothing I suppose. Anyhoo...family reunion this weekend with my super cute and lovable boyfriend. OH I still get butterflies in my tummy when I think about him!! Isn't that adorable. I love hanging out with his family they are great people. HMM, I'm trying to think if there is anything else worth sharing. I have kind of a stomach ache right now. I've been eating grapes and I don't think they're agreeing with me. I'm a little afraid to get up because I have somewhat of a gas bubble in the stomach and I think he's going to blow. TMI????? It's all good we've all been there and not to mention bathroom humor is always funny.&lt;br /&gt;***I don't think I'm going to last until the end of work when it's OK to cut the cheese in the privacy of your car so I'm going to close!! Hope you all have a fantastic gas free day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4161090436847098243?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4161090436847098243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/survey-saysfabulous-roast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4161090436847098243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4161090436847098243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/survey-saysfabulous-roast.html' title='Survey Says....FABULOUS ROAST'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoRuapqEw3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uvEga5ToxAc/s72-c/pewter_trophy_lrg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-4337566114391313625</id><published>2009-08-13T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:35:25.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...WTF is WRONG with ME</title><content type='html'>Ughh OK so I'm not a bug person.  I love lady bugs and that's about it.  I even struggle with Rollie Pollies thats how disturbing this condition of mine really is.  SO, this new house we live in...causing me major anxiety.  It's an older house so there are a lot of nooks and crannies for little spider bastards to hang out in.  Reading online I learned that if you take away their webs and the possibility of other bugs they will vacate so that's what I've been doing.  I clean my room like a crazy person on crack and this morning I found three more.  I completely went insane....all that work for nothing.  So, before work today I smashed three of them and got the vacuum out to suck up the little buggers.  Then I realized that a window in the basement where I am currently living was open with NO SCREEN ahhh!!!!!!  So NOT good.  Windows with NO screens should not be open.  Not to mention this window has rose bushes above it so it's like pouring gas on the fire.  I went over and it was covered in webs so I sucked those up to and shut the window.  I had to vent about this because it caused me severe anxiety this morning before work which is SO not a good way to start your day.  I'm almost calm now I think...if I think about it to much it makes me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH...reading back over this makes me sound crazy  OH WELL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-4337566114391313625?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4337566114391313625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/omgwtf-is-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4337566114391313625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/4337566114391313625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/omgwtf-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='OMG...WTF is WRONG with ME'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3314246226411961849</id><published>2009-08-12T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:47:01.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Pot Roast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've always thought of myself as a pretty decent cook. Most of the time I can watch someone cook and do what they do and somehow make it my own. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoMdfYn-87I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YzhHFELcMK8/s1600-h/drooling.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369167605779067826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoMdfYn-87I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YzhHFELcMK8/s400/drooling.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's what I did with my Green Chili Chicken Enchiladas. I watched my mother for years and when I moved out I did them and I have to say they are bomb. I actually have an order to make them for a birthday present. OH MY the mouth just waters when I (or others) think about them. It's what I do with the sauce that makes them heavenly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, tonight I'm taking my cooking skills to another level. I'm crock potting a roast. That may not seem like a big deal to most but there is a certain level of skill that goes with cooking a roast. You have to make sure that it doesn't dry out and turn all nasty. Crock pot cooking is fun. I have a recipe for a Taco Soup and a Stew that I want to do!! YUM YUM!!  I'll have to take pictures of my beautiful first pot roast and then perhaps of us enjoying it's YUMMINESS!!  Next think I'm thinking of baking is zucchini bread.  I've got a TON of Zucchini and well I'm not going to be able to eat it raw so might as well make something sweet out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN OTHER NEWS, I bumped my head and it kind of hurt.  I dropped a business card out of my purse  and when I went down to pick it up I whacked my head on the end of my desk.  Pretty hard too, it stunned me for a minute.  I can't afford a lot of damage to the ole noggin!!  Hmm I think that's all I'll post for now.  Thanks for reading!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3314246226411961849?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3314246226411961849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-pot-roast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3314246226411961849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3314246226411961849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-pot-roast.html' title='My First Pot Roast'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoMdfYn-87I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YzhHFELcMK8/s72-c/drooling.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6473743982432298616</id><published>2009-08-11T09:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:10:09.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughh I should have gone for the coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought I would get a Chai Tea today because it sounded so yummy. It took me back to the days when we would hang out at the Airport. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoGf1VNuX3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/u1nn75iTXSs/s1600-h/plane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368747969378934642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoGf1VNuX3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/u1nn75iTXSs/s200/plane.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, before 09/11 we would go to the airport get a chai tea from Starbucks and cruise the different terminals. One of the funnest time was when we got poster board and stood outside the gates with posters that said "WELCOME TO UTAH!" It was so awesome to see people faces as they were getting off the plane. I think they all loved it!! I mean who wouldn't love a nice warm welcome? It was a lot of fun but then stupid people had to go and ruin it all. The point I was making was that while this tea is lovely I am struggling a bit with staying away. I should have gotten the Venti Vanilla Latte with an extra shot. Ughh, I'll never learn. Speaking of reminiscing, we were discussing the coolness that was the early 90's. What we used like, the clothes, the hair (OMG the hair...one word BANGS), and the way of life. You don't really think about it at the time but as we get old we realize just how precious time is. I can remember wishing that the school year would go faster so summer vacation would arrive. Now days I dread the summer months because I hate the heat. I don't know if I would still hate the summer though if I still lived where I did when I loved summer. I got to looking at my old house online today and it made me sad to think about that life. Living the woodland life was so relaxing and I miss it so much. Here is my newest collage of my life and likes in the 90's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368824439588347026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoHlYe8ZXJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZaZzjp6sQAU/s400/90.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This was living. From the shoe string hair bows in your crimped hair teased and pulled up in your scrunchy to the acid wash jeans tucked into either your socks or legwarmers. Sitting with your friends drinking Crystal Clear Pepsi making friendship bracelets and comparing tee shirt clips. After school 'SKIP IT' competitions and slap bracelets....now those were the days!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was surfing the web and decided to look up the house I grew up in. These are a few photos...the second one was my bedroom. It was a loft with my own 1/2 bathroom....LOVED IT.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368833093801525266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoHtQOZmwBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/b8F9MxBB-kk/s320/house.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368862793262550034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoIIQ9g5zBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_KYfoJg2QIM/s320/myroom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368833110914834338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoHtROJvH6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/nfepejl4stw/s320/living.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I have to say it looks a hell of a lot better than it did when I lived there. There was brown and orange shag carpet and on that white wall in the second picture had brown and orange stripped wall paper. YUK!! They were able to maintain the rustics (if that's a word) of the house but did update it a bit. I have to say I miss mountain life. Not really a city girl!! My life is pretty good right now but I do still long for simplicity. I don't want to feel like I have to buy a bunch of stuff to fill voids in my life or make a ton of money to feel like I serve a purpose. It's how I've always been. Recently I've taken the advice of a new friend. She and I have taken to going on little adventures. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoH17QRd0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AwuKkxk9ASw/s1600-h/wyoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368842629131653874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoH17QRd0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AwuKkxk9ASw/s320/wyoming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now granted there has only been one but it will be followed by many others. This past week we went to Evanston, Wyoming. Doesn't sound like much since it's not that far away but it was something I'd never done. It was a great trip. Everyone I told where I was going asked me the same question, "Why are you going there?" We wanted to go that's why. What cracked me up was that I had to even explain what I was doing to some people as if it affected them or something. We hooked ourselves with some sweet alcohol and headed to Don Pedro's for some bomb Mexican Food!! I'm so going back soon on a day where I could spend more time. I don't know, it may seem like a waste but the way I look at it is I only have one life. I'd rather spend it doing something other than parking my ass in front of a TV. I'm trying to decide where my next adventure will be. Perhaps I'll head to Mesquite and gamble for a spell. OK, so I probably won't gamble because I'm a big gambling loser - I need the dough for bills. My current project is my room. I've come up with some new decorating ideas that will make my room edgy/sexy!! I'm excited. I'll post pictures when I get finished. My friends BF is hooking me up with my inspiration. It's a secret so when I reveal it you'll know just how cool I really am. I think that's all Ihave to talk about today. If I think of something brilliant and inspiring I will wrtie another blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&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/2397602369377908031-6473743982432298616?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6473743982432298616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/ughh-i-should-have-gone-for-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6473743982432298616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6473743982432298616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/ughh-i-should-have-gone-for-coffee.html' title='Ughh I should have gone for the coffee'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SoGf1VNuX3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/u1nn75iTXSs/s72-c/plane.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3157263399931039000</id><published>2009-08-06T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:00:56.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Here Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a tear,I've been here before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know her perfumed fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the cold,cold floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look as if you don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Understand me at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she can't help herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my job to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could tell you stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you would not believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No,I am not the first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There've been millions of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time you leave her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every time you don't talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She fights the weakness in her knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's my job to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh,it's my job to help her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the long and lonely night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lead her into sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she give out with the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her heart's out of control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you always make it crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I serve the lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my job to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love comes from the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I come from the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love always shows its card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I wait until you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tonight her soul cried out for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I had to back the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never should have seen me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's my job to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh,it's my job to help her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the long and lonely night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lead her into sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she give out with the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her heart's out of control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you always make it crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I serve the lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my job to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a tear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been here before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know her perfumed fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the cold,cold floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was listening to this song this morning and it really hit home.  I made a promise to myself the other day about this very thing.  Never again will I allow someone see me cry.  In my experience no one is worth your tears; no matter who they are to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3157263399931039000?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3157263399931039000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-here-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3157263399931039000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3157263399931039000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-here-before.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Here Before'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-853919910171838845</id><published>2009-08-04T10:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:04:15.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Mention How Funny I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Snhnx6gr0UI/AAAAAAAAAco/uldpW72yC1I/s1600-h/poodle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366153063229542722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Snhnx6gr0UI/AAAAAAAAAco/uldpW72yC1I/s400/poodle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did this for my friend J.  She is going through a rough time right now so you know me...anything I can do to make someone smile!!  Hmm, I wonder what I'll think of next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-853919910171838845?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/853919910171838845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-mention-how-funny-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/853919910171838845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/853919910171838845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-mention-how-funny-i-am.html' title='Did I Mention How Funny I Am'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Snhnx6gr0UI/AAAAAAAAAco/uldpW72yC1I/s72-c/poodle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-3902453279792762765</id><published>2009-08-03T17:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:41:21.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh I'm Hilarious....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Snd1jvyfLgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NzhQ1T1yslQ/s1600-h/moon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365886738019331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Snd1jvyfLgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NzhQ1T1yslQ/s400/moon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-3902453279792762765?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3902453279792762765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohhh-im-hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3902453279792762765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/3902453279792762765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohhh-im-hilarious.html' title='Ohhh I&apos;m Hilarious....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Snd1jvyfLgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NzhQ1T1yslQ/s72-c/moon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6670013007421424416</id><published>2009-08-03T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:23:34.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm perhaps that wasn't a good idea...</title><content type='html'>I was watching the spoof of total eclipse of the heart and I have to say it's a million time funnier when you're listen/watching it and half listening to an insurance company. Everyone who has ever dealt with their insurance company knows that you need all the distractions you need just to get through the conversation. There is nothing funnier than an insurance company telling about their appeals process and why their Medical Director (douche nozzle) needs to speak with you and in your ear you're hearing stuff like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; kid threw a dove in my face, I guess that means he just flipped me the bird" or "watching the swim team will get you killed by dancing ninjas who know how to twirl." Try to keep a straight face through all that!!&lt;br /&gt;That's not the only time I've had to keep it together while talking with insurance companies. I remember another time that I was on the phone with another insurance company and well I spit in the phone. Now I suppose I should back up and tell you that at the time I was surrounded by a lot of plants. NON of them were mine by the way. Well, there were a bunch of gnats flying around and one decided to fly in my mouth. Well, I was in the middle of a sentence and just went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plssffdttttt&lt;/span&gt; right in the phone then continued on my conversation. It was funnier when my coworker started laughing. I then had to maintain my composure so I didn't also bust a gut laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately and I've decided that I've been way to serious. I know I've been driving Ty nuts!! It's a wonder we're still together. Of course, I blame a lot of my stress on him. (He doesn't know it but I do!!) OK, so it's not ALL his fault and he is the one who keeps me grounded. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UGHH&lt;/span&gt;, I can't seem to figure out what the crap happened to me. I used to be so laid back and a 'go with the flow' kind of gal. I miss those days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, I'll get back to my normal self. Last thing I need is premature greys.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this blog was about nothing really.  It's just fun writing and killing time at work.  It's been slow.  Not that I'm complaining I look forward to chill days.  It means I can really focus on the cases I do have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-6670013007421424416?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6670013007421424416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm-perhaps-that-wasnt-good-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6670013007421424416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6670013007421424416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm-perhaps-that-wasnt-good-idea.html' title='Hmm perhaps that wasn&apos;t a good idea...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-2975797643067842807</id><published>2009-07-29T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:26:09.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it sucks being the fat chick....</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start off this blog by talking about my hellacious weekend of moving.  P Sawyer...why the eff did I move again...haha just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;  So, I moved back to the big bad city.  When I moved back home last year I didn't unpack everything because I knew I was going to be there long so 99% of my stuff was packed away.  I had everything except my bed at my new casa on Friday.  Saturday I went home and loaded my bed (mattress box springs head and foot board) and all the other little odds and ends that I needed to get to my new casa.  Well, I felt pretty proud because I had tied it down by myself.  Everything was fine until I started driving.  I was on the freeway headed to my home when all of a sudden I looked in the rear view mirror and my mattress completely lifted along with the box spring and the head board.  I have a strange tolerance for what should be situations while they're happening (it's after that i freak out like a drama queen-which is definitely a good thing). I didn't slam the breaks but I took my foot off the gas and eased off the freeway.  Despite it flipping up in the air I did tie it down enough to prevent anything from flying off and hitting another car and causing serious injuries or even death. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't panic I simply got out of the truck as quickly as possible to re secure my bed but in my haste to lay it flat I somehow managed to lock the drivers side door.  OH and did I mention that it was running and my phone was inside.  YEAH..I KNOW!!!  Tell me how you think clearly when your mattress is about to fly off your truck and then judge me.&lt;br /&gt;Picture this...busy state highway, running truck, no way in, no phone to call for help, and millions of cars/semis passing you going an average of 80 mph....are you scared yet because I sure as hell was.  I was trying to think of some way I could get into my truck without resorting to busting out a window.  I started thinking the worse...what if someone loses control of their car and plow into me or what if a psycho pulls over rapes/kills me steals my truck and all my stuff, how long will it take my friends and family to realize something is wrong, will they come looking for me how the hell am I going to get out of this.  After I had a panic attack I calmed down and said to myself..OK there are Highway patrolmen on this damn road all the time there will be one that passes me by and they will stop.  Well, after about 2 hours that wasn't case.  There I was 2 hours on the damn freeway next to the damn stinky ass lake, 100 degree heat, humidity, and bugs EVERYWHERE and no one would stop.  After a while I started waving people down and yet again no one stopped.  I didn't cry though I just kept getting pissed off.  To add insult to injury and the stupid truckers that passed that I was plainly trying to flag down waved back and honked their dumb ass horns.  I swear we live in a world full of douche bags but then again if you watched/read the news lately stopping on the side of the road to help someone is not always a smart thing to do.  When the 2 hour mark hit I was pretty pissed off with a pure hatred of mankind.  All I could do was pray that someone would find it in their heart to help me or that someone who cared about me would actually come look for me. &lt;br /&gt;Two whole hours on the freeway and my prayers were answered.  A couple found in their heart to help me.  They pulled over and that is when I finally lost it.  I have never been so grateful to one person in my whole life.  The gentleman that got out of the car smiled so kindly and allowed me to use his phone where I called my mother just in tears.  I somehow managed to get out that I needed her to call my dad to get the other key to his truck.  After that the tears just started flowing.  I started to untie my mattress so I could get it tied down correctly when yes....a highway patrolman FINALLY came along and pulled over to offer his help.  I explained what had happened and that I was waiting for help to arrive.  He offered to stay until help came so I wouldn't be alone out there.  Thankfully my dad had send his keys along with a co workers husband and I was back in business.  What was even more amazing was that he helped me tie down the mattress again and thankfully this time I made it home alive.  What's even more amazing was that I didn't hurt/kill anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're probably wondering what my title has to do with what I just wrote.  I was stuck on one of the busiest freeways in Utah for 2 f*ucking hours before anyone decided to help me.  Still confused?  Well, let me help you a little further...I'm a fat chick stranded on a freeway in moving attire.  I was not a pretty sight.  I know for a fact only because it was proven this morning while I was driving to work that had I been a skinny tartlet barbie with big boobs, a nice ass, and fake blond hair help would have been there the moment I stepped out of the truck or at most when I started waving frantically at traffic.  My proof you're wondering about is a woman stranded on the freeway had a couple of cars (all dudes) ready and willing to help.  Her appearance was skinny fake blond Utah barbie.  I may be wrong about that but I've had many situations like this where help is there for the pretty girls and us fat less than perfect chicks are left to fend for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;OH, and to answer your question...YES, I AM BITTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-2975797643067842807?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2975797643067842807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-it-sucks-being-fat-chick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2975797643067842807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/2975797643067842807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-it-sucks-being-fat-chick.html' title='Sometimes it sucks being the fat chick....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8796432691799466461</id><published>2009-07-29T09:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:40:42.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Nature Photos and an Elephants Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351463848165618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLQYnqQPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cfZ1_3P8NTc/s320/051+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLQ9YnqDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FxT4-WiZQeM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351473717192754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLQ9YnqDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FxT4-WiZQeM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first picture is up Big Cottonwood Canyon. I went up there over the 4Th of July and hung out with P Sawyer at her boss' cabin. The sun was setting just right and it looks like the sky is on fire. I thought it was pretty amazing!! The Elephants are at the Zoo here in SLC. I thought it was a nice rear end so I decided to snap a photo!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLQEF4_TI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DvvMywYWW2U/s1600-h/050+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351458337815858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLQEF4_TI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DvvMywYWW2U/s320/050+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another up Big Cottonwood. It had been raining and you can see the spots on the lens of my camera. I still think it's a pretty cool picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLP9X7b2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/dLK-6VsevGU/s1600-h/046+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351456534425442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLP9X7b2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/dLK-6VsevGU/s320/046+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No matter what anyone says, rainbows are pretty amazing to me. I've always love them ever since I was little. What's even more amazing about these two pictures is there are 4 rainbows total. When we were driving up the canyon we drove through it. So incredible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLPRmqlUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kpPofiFaTcQ/s1600-h/048+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351444785075522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLPRmqlUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kpPofiFaTcQ/s320/048+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2397602369377908031-8796432691799466461?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8796432691799466461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-nature-photos-and-elephants-butt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8796432691799466461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8796432691799466461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-nature-photos-and-elephants-butt.html' title='Pretty Nature Photos and an Elephants Butt'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmPLQYnqQPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cfZ1_3P8NTc/s72-c/051+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6876811432974107176</id><published>2009-07-28T15:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:00:17.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still trying to understand</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard a story on the radio or news that was so disturbing that you weren't able to focus on your day.  Today is one of those days.  I heard something that was so unbelievable that I thought I was still dreaming.  I have been trying since 6:45 am to get this story out of my mind and I just can't seem to.  I won't go into the details but if you're that curious you can look up the story yourself.  I am going to warn you though and please take this very serious...if you have children and love them at all DO NOT READ THIS STORY.  I wish I could understand but so far the only conclusion I've been able to come to-this is real life.  This is what life is for some people; their minds are wired wrong and they just snap. &lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of it all is that we got the sugar coated version of what actually happens in the world.  The news breaks stories so we as human beings are able to handle it.  It is that a better way to tell the world what's really going on or do we need a more vivid image?  Would the dirty graphic horrific unspeakable truth make a difference?  Would we seek help for our issues, would we make the changes within so we don't take out those around us?  Are we better off in the "bubble?"&lt;br /&gt;Nine hours later and my world is complete rocked.  So many emotions are flowing through my veins.  I'm not sure it gets any worse than this but then again we're always trying to find ways to out do what we've already done.  How far are we capable of going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-6876811432974107176?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6876811432974107176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-trying-to-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6876811432974107176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6876811432974107176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-trying-to-understand.html' title='Still trying to understand'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6930465397285450099</id><published>2009-07-23T00:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:02:43.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings at 12:30 AM</title><content type='html'>It's not a secret that I've never really been a fan of Facebook or Myspace.  I'd always thought that it's a pretty shallow way to keep in touch with those who were supposed to mean so much to you.  Tonight as I was writing an email to a cousin of mine who I've always had the easiest time talking to it dawned on me and I had a very humbling realization.  While I still think that we as old friends and family member should make a better effort to stay in touch; life has taught us that sometimes we need a little help.&lt;br /&gt;While I've been preparing to move I find myself going through my photo albums.  The ones that I always stare at the most are those photos of my brothers and I before we left New Mexico to come to Utah.  It's always an interesting stroll down memory lane but the memories that stick out the most to me are the friends I had and the ones I've gained through the magical world of Facebook.  Honestly, I never though I'd see anyone from New Mexico ever again until the day we found out who my older brother was dating.  Aside from  the two of them being so good/perfect for each other their reunion allow the doors to opened to my past.  I've been fascinated to see how everyone has changed and what's going on in their lives.  For a long time I'd thought that the best thing to do was to forget where I moved from and look forward to my future in the place I currently live.  I now realize that everything that happened and every choice I ever made in my past made me into who I am now.  It has given me the tools to become the person I was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the greatest gift Facebook has given me is my family.  When my older brother got married it brought a lot of our family together and we were able to talk about old times.  After which, it was like nothing had changed.  We all got on with our lives and daily routine and lost touch once again.  I think that's what the Facebook creators had in mind (or at least that's what I like to think).  The saw the bigger picture and realized that there are so many people, friends, and family out there who spend 99.9% of their time on a computer.  They knew that sometimes it's hard to pick up a phone to make that call after a long separation or to find time to bang out a hand written letter or that the economy sucks so bad that travel is almost always out of the question.  They decided that they wanted to be the first step to reconnecting those that we may have forgotten to remember.  It's not as personal but it's something and I now see that that's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;While I still worry about the direction technology is taking us I can't help but feel grateful that it has brought me old friends and the family that I always loved just a little bit closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-6930465397285450099?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6930465397285450099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessings-at-1230-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6930465397285450099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6930465397285450099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessings-at-1230-am.html' title='Blessings at 12:30 AM'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6332392583227607593</id><published>2009-07-20T13:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:19:20.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmTKqG-UtbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/D4Sos2H-ivc/s1600-h/road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360632281253066162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmTKqG-UtbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/D4Sos2H-ivc/s400/road.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the road of my life; I live more on this road that I do in my home.  I took this picture going 80 miles an hour and now as I look at it it's not that different from me.&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;We have a few cracks and our flaws are not easily covered.  Even if we can cover and hide them they always find a way to resurface and cause problems for others.  Road and I have a lot in common in that we are never alone.  There is always someone near paying a visit even if it's a quick one.  Sometimes when we're so focused looking straight ahead we can't see there is sun shining on another side.  We feel the pain of others and try to be there to ease it.  Sometimes though it's our fault and we try to make amends.  This road and I are best friends.  I share my entire life with this road we have no secrets.  It's saved my life and shown me the way.  I complain a lot about my drive home and long it seems at times.  Without it though I would be completely lost; my way of life gone.  I get moving so quickly and caught up in the drama of things that don't really matter that everything gets blurred.  I forget to notice the little things that make me; who I am; possible.  This is a picture of the road I travel everyday and for that I am very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-6332392583227607593?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6332392583227607593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6332392583227607593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6332392583227607593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-road.html' title='My Road'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmTKqG-UtbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/D4Sos2H-ivc/s72-c/road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-6810546465946109489</id><published>2009-07-17T14:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:05:46.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You ever have one of those days??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up today and just got the blues. The KRAFT Macaroni and Cheese Blues. I'm not really sure why some days I just don't feel like being around people. I'm just really stressed out with moving and getting my car fixed. My headlight went out last night, I need to get my brakes looked at again, and I have to get and alignment. Thanks goodness for RC Willey credit. It allows me to get it fixed without having to come up with the money right away. I love RC!! Thanks RC.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had another pick me up!! I headed to Costa Vida today with one of my best Gal Pals!! We always have a good giggle when we hang!! OH and they had Raspberry Iced Tea OMG!!!! I was in heaven. (Yeah, it really doesn't take much to make me happy - Tyler loves that) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDm_6hb1xI/AAAAAAAAAa4/d9m7hkwUJ08/s1600-h/dollar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359537542286530322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDm_6hb1xI/AAAAAAAAAa4/d9m7hkwUJ08/s320/dollar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I get back to work and I'm talking with my other gal pal Cheryl and I stick my hand in my pocket and find secret treasures. I've washed and hung up these pants and today was the first time in like a month that I've worn them. Well, what treasure did I find you ask....my ID that I thought I lost AND 5 buck-a-roos. That's $5 whole dollas - lemme hear ya holla!!! OK, so maybe not but still it's exciting so I think that you should be happy for me that I found it...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDmpNe1ePI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gMDyMA8OHW4/s1600-h/mms.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359537152238909682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDmpNe1ePI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gMDyMA8OHW4/s320/mms.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To me the greatest therapy in the world though is my M&amp;amp;M's. As I sit here working(or blogging) I'm enjoying a milk chocolate treat with a thick candy shell.. It's yummers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the point of this blog is this; sometimes it's the simple pleasure in life that can make a world of difference.  I'm still a little blue but I have a feeling things will pick up!!&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/2397602369377908031-6810546465946109489?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6810546465946109489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-ever-have-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6810546465946109489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/6810546465946109489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='You ever have one of those days??'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDm_6hb1xI/AAAAAAAAAa4/d9m7hkwUJ08/s72-c/dollar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-884398624693112346</id><published>2009-07-17T13:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:51:26.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have this vanity GIVE IT TO ME (pretty please!!)</title><content type='html'>If you have this Vanity and you wanna give it to me for free let me know!!! I would love you forever!! OK, so that's probably not true but I would be very grateful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359518912513744370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDWDhNenfI/AAAAAAAAAao/_2_gm1C8oH8/s400/Vanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-884398624693112346?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/884398624693112346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-have-this-vanity-give-it-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/884398624693112346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/884398624693112346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-have-this-vanity-give-it-to-me.html' title='If you have this vanity GIVE IT TO ME (pretty please!!)'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SmDWDhNenfI/AAAAAAAAAao/_2_gm1C8oH8/s72-c/Vanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-279045618564829326</id><published>2009-07-14T15:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:46:41.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom it May Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Slz7d2WcBmI/AAAAAAAAAag/a1wUGSz1zx0/s1600-h/whale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358434146888451682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Slz7d2WcBmI/AAAAAAAAAag/a1wUGSz1zx0/s400/whale.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hate it when I get those deep meaningful forwards in my email. Usually the person sending them to me needs to read it a little deeper before sending it out. (not everyone but some) I got this one just a little bit ago and I thought it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Tyler is always telling that I'm a beautiful person. That I'm very pretty, cute, and beautiful. I don't see it but as a female we're programmed to see the negative in everything; especially in ourselves. He always says, "You know you're beautiful but you're smart to and that's what matters most to be. Beauty fades but stupid lasts forever." With that came this email and I thought I should share it with everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, in large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said: this Summer do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Whom It May Concern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Barren Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs.&lt;br /&gt;They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them not to mention how could they have sex?&lt;br /&gt;Therefore they don't have kids either. Not to mention who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver and a coffee with my friends. With time we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, good gosh, look how smart I am...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Media can't be fully blamed.  From my own personal experience I've been called every name in the book by people who are supposed to love me the most.  My weight has been the target of many fat cow, heifer, blimp, pig, and as fat as a house name/jokes that has ever been invented.  I was told by family members that guys don't like girls like me they are only friends with girls like me.  It hurts I'm not going to lie but I'm to the point now where I'm happy.  I do my best to get healthy but you know if I'm going to die I'm not going to die hungry!  I'm not afraid of it and haven't been for years.  Like I always say "I am who I am and your approval is not needed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-279045618564829326?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/279045618564829326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-whom-it-may-concern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/279045618564829326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/279045618564829326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom it May Concern'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/Slz7d2WcBmI/AAAAAAAAAag/a1wUGSz1zx0/s72-c/whale.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5397370330685803378</id><published>2009-07-14T10:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:30:34.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some fun stuff..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went tanning last week and well if you know me I'm very fare skinned. Everyone was asking me why in the world would you do that. Well, pasty is not an attractive color on me I wanted to look a little darker. It did end up burning the crap out of my back but that's OK. It's stopped hurting and is now itching.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlyvX1_9F_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_Dxaqki7X3M/s1600-h/key.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358350480831223794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlyvX1_9F_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_Dxaqki7X3M/s200/key.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank goodness I wore my bra otherwise I've be scratching the ta Ta's and lets face it; that is just not appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So my parents are back from their trip. They were gone for a whole week which was nice but I did secretly miss them. They are talking about moving back east so my papa can get his PhD. I would be sad if they left. Anyway, this is my super cool new key chain my madre bought for me. isn't it purdy. I needed a new New York key chain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Well, like I mentioned before I'm moving again. I'm pretty excited about it. Getting back to the big bad city. AND my address has the words Park Avenue in it....how many people do you know that can say that. Of course there is a word that comes before Park but you don't need to know that!! This place is nice and a lot closer to work. Sucks because I will still have to drive but you know living at work just isn't in the cards. I am pretty sure my parents will be glad to get rid of me. It's only been a year since I moved back home but I need to get back to my life and they need theirs. Not that I'm a burden or anything but I'm a big gurl now and wear big gurl panties so I need a big gurl house. (Yes, I'm aware of my spelling). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlyxT77K3jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nmKDykFd5vI/s1600-h/cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358352612725546546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlyxT77K3jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nmKDykFd5vI/s200/cake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember how I said that Amanda and I have taken up cake decorating. Well, the picture finally came through my email and I decided to post it for you.  Isn't it pretty.  OK so we still need to work on getting it off the sheet but I'm telling you Amanda we just need wax paper LOL.  What the crap did you do with all that wax paper we had when we moved out.  I think we had more of that than we did anything else.  HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  OK, so I was corrected last night.  Jacks Mannequin is a BAND not just uno persona.  In my defense though I did say that I don't listen to their music so NEENER NEENER NEENER!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if you're all aware but I'm trying to save up for a new bed.  I am braking my rules and copying my friend; she has the same bed.  Total with tax I will need about 1200.00.  I am collecting spare pennies so if you have some that you would like to give me that would be great.  I am NOT saying I won't take paper or silver money BUT I'm not asking for it.  (but I will take it.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Anyway, I'm done being stupid so I'll get back to work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&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/2397602369377908031-5397370330685803378?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5397370330685803378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-some-fun-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5397370330685803378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5397370330685803378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-some-fun-stuff.html' title='Just some fun stuff..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlyvX1_9F_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_Dxaqki7X3M/s72-c/key.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5983670441550098684</id><published>2009-07-13T14:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:13:24.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I over soy'd and now I'm swollen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlumdinhqZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HXMAvi1zw80/s1600-h/panda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358059208126343570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlumdinhqZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HXMAvi1zw80/s400/panda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA that's a funny title. LOVE IT LOVE it. I had Panda today and it was heavenly. I've been craving lots of sodium lately and didn't really feel like chuggin Morton Salt. I'm trying to curb the swelling by drinking fluids...MUST NOT SWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also takin a new liking to Raspberry Iced Tea. OMG I got some from the Sev and I was just what the doctor ordered. It was magical. If you haven't had any you need to partake. Hmm what's new in my life. OH yeah Amanda and I have taken up cake decorating. It's a time consuming experience to totally worth it. TWO WORDS Amanda....WAX PAPER!! We make this cake for Tyler (ohhh My Tylerbear...LOVE YOU) because he got a new job. He's my cute car man and so we decided to make him a checkered flag cake. Now, he's not really into Nascar or anything but that was the closest we could come to car stuff being beginners and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler and I are doing just grand. We had a family party of his Sunday and it was tons of fun. It's funny to watch him with all of his nieces and nephews. He's such a good uncle which means he'll be a great papa!! He's the most amazing man I've ever known and I can't wait to spend forever with him. If only he would JUST ask me already. HA just kidding (sort of) - I love saying that kind of stuff to him because of his reaction. Yes, I'm aware that it's making me seem &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlvLsegqW-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GEaS4VEhEaE/s1600-h/pink_sapphire_rings.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358100146652077026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlvLsegqW-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GEaS4VEhEaE/s200/pink_sapphire_rings.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like a crazy girl who's pressuring her man but if you could only see his reactions. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlvLkma7kaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/p0f6-JPExNY/s1600-h/pink_sapphire_rings.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been warned(not in a serious way) that we're not allowed to have babies or shack up until we're married. OMG - HOW DID THAT PICTURE GET IN THERE. I can't imagine how my dream wedding ring - top left - just HAPPENED to appear in this blog. OK all you women's libbers and just chill your grill. Tyler hardly; if ever; reads my blog. So, I'm not pressuring him to marry me. Just so you know to it's not a pink diamond. It's a natural pink Sapphire. I want something that is more ME-lissa. I think it means more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I'm going to Jack's Mannequin on Saturday. I don't really listen to his music but hopefully it will be fun. I'm REALLY hoping that it will go better than the last time I went to a concert. It was Jack Johnson and 20 minutes after we got there I had THE worst migraine. On our way home I made them pull into a gas station so I could spew. Ughh if I have a repeat of last year I'm never going to a concert again. Got to remember to stay hydrated. It's all about the hydration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo- I should be working but what fun is that I've been doing it all day. I'm done so don't think that I'm just screwing around. I get my shizz done!! OK, I'm off to Big Cottonwood. Those of you not in Utard will have NO clue what that means!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo&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/2397602369377908031-5983670441550098684?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5983670441550098684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-over-soyd-and-now-im-swollen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5983670441550098684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5983670441550098684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-over-soyd-and-now-im-swollen.html' title='I over soy&apos;d and now I&apos;m swollen...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlumdinhqZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HXMAvi1zw80/s72-c/panda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8226312738111863547</id><published>2009-07-13T13:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:43:47.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bathroom Blog...It was funny and I'm Going to Share it on This Blog..</title><content type='html'>Funny things happen when you're sitting in a public restroom and some not so funny things. My experiences usually tie in with my place of employment and others are from other random places. I don't know really what it is about the public restroom but it seems to me that any sort of propriety is completely lost. I think what people often forget is the stalls are not sound proof. What you hear everyone else hears. Sometimes I think people forget they are actually public and not in their home. Listed below are my issues and pet peeves regarding the public bathroom system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a reason why there is a door on the stall. Personally, I do not enjoy having others watch me urinate. I was in the bathroom in a restaurant and a little girl was peaking through the crack. It would have been fine if she was just checking if there was someone in there but when you stare longer than 3 second you've crossed over into complete pervert. Potty time is private time. Next time I catch someone peeking through the stall you're going to get checked and I will embarrass the 'crap' out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The courtesy flush. Please consider using frequently when initiating the "number 2" and/or letting the air our of your basement. (note: attic is mouth basement is buttocks) This is useful and a lovely 'courtesy' for the other patrons. It cuts down on the stench and the melodious tunes of bodily functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sighing or moaning during the "number 2" will result in giggling of other patrons after which you get the do the walk of shame out of your stall. We all understand the relief one feels after and I feel that that alone should be enough. I am not a fan of the soundtrack to "2 cups of coffee and 3 bran muffins later." Bathroom time is quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not carry on conversations on your cell phone in the bathroom. There is nothing more annoying than thinking that someone is talking to you so you answer only to find out later they were talking on a phone. If you have to call me (or anyone for that matter) and relieve yourself for the love of all that is good and holy go to the bathroom first. I don't want to hear you burst a blood vein in your forehead nor the sigh of relief from holding it all day. Whatever you have to say can most definitely wait. This also applies when you're home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am making a personal plea for people to WASH YOUR HANDS after using the bathroom. There is nothing more disturbing to me that listening to someone go to the bathroom, ignoring steps 1-4, flush, and walk out of the bathroom. Thinking about it makes me dry heave. I read a statistic once that only 90% of women wash their hands after the restroom and only 75% of men. Disgusted yet because I am. I am a huge germ-a-phobic and I do not like touching your doody cooties. I have gone through a very traumatic bathroom experience and do not wish to live through that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This pertains to females only. When surfing the crimson wave be mindful that while we understand and sympathize we don't want to know about it. That's all I'm going to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When washing your hands or brushing your teeth; if you happen to have water run off on the counter please wipe it down. I can't tell you how many times I've leaned on the counter for support from my hard day at work and I have a wet spot in a very questionable area. Try explaining that one with a straight face to co-workers who rarely take you seriously. (I don't like my co-workers taking me serious unless I'm being serious which rarely happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. They make toilet seat covers for a reason....USE THEM!! 'nuff said!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. **This one was added after what happened today 02/04/09.** I would like all of the disgusting unthoughtful people to please remember to flush the toilet. No one wants or needs to see that. What kind of filthy individual are you? I don't think it would be worth mentioning if it was a simple over site..that I get. However, leaving your seat cover draped over the side half in the toilet half on the floor, your tissue paper that could only cause a clog and a potential flood, and your own bodily waste for all to see is not cool. I can only imagine what your own home is like. FLUSH FLUSH FLUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human decency to be polite and courteous in the bathroom. This list could go on and on but in all honesty I have to excuse myself for personal reasons. Just keep in mind that you are not the first one in the stall and you won't be the last. Keep your bathroom behavior at a level you expect everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-8226312738111863547?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8226312738111863547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bathroom-blogit-was-funny-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8226312738111863547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8226312738111863547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bathroom-blogit-was-funny-and-im.html' title='My Bathroom Blog...It was funny and I&apos;m Going to Share it on This Blog..'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-1900148788915035842</id><published>2009-07-13T09:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:47:41.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Partner or Another Parent</title><content type='html'>Growing up I was always taught that if you're asked to do something you do it which is not necessarily a bad thing but what if the ask-er takes it one step to far? I've always had trouble understanding the need to boss people around. The closest I've come to a conclusion is that people are over compensating or get their rocks off by telling others what to do. The bulk of my confusion lies with those that let them get away with it. I went to dinner recently and experienced first hand the type of relationship that literally makes me sick to my stomach. I'm the type of person that tries to see the good in everyone but in this case I could not. I was witness to a man and a woman; who should behave as equals; behave as mother and child. The way this girl spoke to her child...oops I mean boyfriend was beyond ridiculous. You can't order this, you're going to eat that, how much water did you drink, you can't drink soda, eat this don't do that, you can't, you won't, blah blah blah blah. I was really surprised she didn't get him a bib and cut up his meat for him. If there was ever a time I wanted to "slap a bitch" it would have been in that moment. OH and I forgot to mention the other really REALLY funny part...HE PAID FOR THE DINNER.  Someone should check under her skirt cause she's got balls of steel.  Other than the work place, where the hell do people get off telling others what they can or can't do? Rumor has it that this is a free country and you have the right to choose. You have the right to your own mind, your own wants, your own needs..who said you had the right to choose for other people. In all fairness to her (I guess) her child/boyfriend lets her get away with it. It's a system that works for them so I guess all I can do is blog about it and be happy in knowing that I don't have to hang out with her again. (just an FYI...NO is not a bad word) I have only seen one other relationship where the man allowed himself to be dominated or mothered like that; which brings me to my next question. If you're the type that acts like mother and child instead of partners/equals, does that mean that you're sleeping with your mother? Are you having sex with your child? (I totally just threw up in my mouth) I think I just opened a bigger can of worms and well if you're looking for the MOTHER type you need therapy....you have deeper issues.&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a relationship where it's more parent/child why do we stay? Is there an incest fantasy that you're trying to play out, do you have to boss someone around so you can feel you have some purpose in this world, or are you just a bossy bitch? (that is applied to a males as well as females)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-1900148788915035842?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1900148788915035842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/partner-or-another-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1900148788915035842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/1900148788915035842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/partner-or-another-parent.html' title='A Partner or Another Parent'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-7335415608321274208</id><published>2009-07-09T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:48:41.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's come and gone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/birthday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="its my birthday Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i584.photobucket.com/albums/ss284/kimmi_016_2009/happy-bunny-invitations.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've never really been big on birthdays. Since I was a kid they've always been just another day. Yesterday didn't start out quite so glamorous. Well, OK so it did. I got to wake up with Ty!! That is the best birthday present I've ever had!! What came after wasn't so pleasant. I had a root canal and lemme tell ya FREAKIN OUCH!! I would not go numb; they gave me 3 regular shots and then finally had to stick me directly in the tooth. I was feeling pretty good by then; my whole cheek and up to my ear went numb. I was feelin the pain after it wore off. I then went to work and had a celebration with my family away from my family. I've grown very close to my co-workers and I felt a lot better celebrating with them. I did get a birthday cake!!! The one thing that broke my heart though was when I went home and I was alone. It made me a little sad but I wasn't feeling well so I guess it worked out for the best.  I did get to talk to my mother who is currently back east with my pops. I really have the greatest parents. My mom always makes birthdays and holidays fun!!! I would like to extend a BIG &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/thank%20you" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Thank You Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm16/classyladytwo/opg_thankyou.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my friends. I can't imagine my life without you!! Thank You for all the text messages and gifts. Y'all are the bomb! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/uhaul" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="uhaul Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f343/purc0041/uhaul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, I will be moving very soon. I will be heading back to the big bad city; this time for good. Come hell or high water I will make it work this time. Hopefully, I won't have to start turning tricks but you never know...&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lol%20glitter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Lol glitter Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff145/zwea27/lolpinktekst.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/uhaul" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/uhaul" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-7335415608321274208?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7335415608321274208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-come-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7335415608321274208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/7335415608321274208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-come-and-gone.html' title='It&apos;s come and gone!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-871951137058868636</id><published>2009-07-07T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:34:39.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This will make any day better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2l54d" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2l54d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2l54d"&gt;funny baby laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/lifek"&gt;lifek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the Evolution of Dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2a4gj" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2a4gj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2a4gj"&gt;The Evolution Of Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Okdude81"&gt;Okdude81&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-871951137058868636?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/871951137058868636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-will-make-any-day-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/871951137058868636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/871951137058868636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-will-make-any-day-better.html' title='This will make any day better....'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-5613363912573443484</id><published>2009-07-07T12:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:51:12.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Googling Twilight Pictures is Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOYxYEj2zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EMNCSRAHtZw/s1600-h/wedding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355792355916241714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOYxYEj2zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EMNCSRAHtZw/s400/wedding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh the blessed wedding picture....Hmm I wonder if they'll do honeymoon shots. I'd like to see Edward with some feathers in his hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355790419766599346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOXArWg3rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rvr90JOzEHg/s400/funny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;My friend Kris found this picture online and just busted out laughing. How can you not, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355791749213570610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOYOD7XxjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jfnCNYOApjY/s400/bella.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355791754068374514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOYOWA2M_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/kwl6OUDtl3Q/s400/edd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here are some cutesy pictures of Bella and Edward. Below we have what I like to call, "Yummy, break me off a piece of that!! (Edward not Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355791760165499778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOYOsug84I/AAAAAAAAAY0/FUTK2o1YjWE/s400/wow.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-5613363912573443484?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5613363912573443484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/googling-twilight-pictures-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5613363912573443484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/5613363912573443484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/googling-twilight-pictures-is-fun.html' title='Googling Twilight Pictures is Fun!!'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlOYxYEj2zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EMNCSRAHtZw/s72-c/wedding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2397602369377908031.post-8177217279854095987</id><published>2009-07-07T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:17:30.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO not a happy person today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF_N3pf9MJk/SlNqgXuGkdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PhUHuKMJR9A/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning time is always a happy time for me.  I love waking up in the morning to sunshine and a nice cool morning.  Today wasn't any different than any other morning.  I woke, showered, and prepared myself to go to work today.  It was a good day until I get out to my car and find that some parasite of society decided to tag my car window.  Now, you're probably thinking that oh it's just the window it's not that big of a deal but I'm going to give some back story on why this is a big deal for me.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second car I have owned.  My first car was a 99 Isuzu Rodeo.  When I went to the dealership I had a plan.  I knew that I wasn't going to get a fabulous car because I had zero credit, only $500 to put down, and I was a first time car buyer.  So, I go to the lot and start looking around.  The dealership I went to is one of the big names in Utah so I didn't even think about getting screwed.  Well, I have a vagina so to car dealers everywhere that means "hmm someone I can screw over." &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking over the lot and test drive a few cars.  I didn't want to spend a lot of money because I'm a cheap person and the though of being in debt over a car made (and still does) me sick.  I was show my Rodeo.  It was a good car that ran pretty good.  It was 4-wheel drive with brand new HUGE tires on it.  The selling point for me was that it was only $8000 after taxes and fees.  I thought to myself OK well it's old but what I'll do is pay it off get some credit established and get a newer one.  Little did I know that little purchase would cause me nothing by trouble.&lt;br /&gt;There was a little maintenance work that needed to be done like brake lights and such nothing major.  I went on my merry way happy with my car purchase.  My temporary license had expired and I still had not seen my plates or been notified that they were in.  So, I called the dealership and was like "UMM I can't be driving this around with expired tags what gives."  Come to find out my car had never gone through it's safety and emissions inspection which legally means the car shouldn't have been on the lot.  So, they were like just bring it down and we'll take care of it right now.  So, I bring it down and they do their inspection thing.  Here's where it gets bad...it didn't pass.  They let me drive off the lot in a car that didn't pass safety or emissions.  They had to fix my car before it would pass.  I flipped out on the service people and demanded that they take care of it ASAP which they did...or so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;In June of 2007 driving to work in what I thought was a fixed car it happened.  I threw an engine rod going 80 on the freeway.  If you have ever done that it is the most God awful noise you've ever heard.  I had the car towed to a shop only to find that it had been leaking oil into the engine and my car was completely out of oil.  I didn't have any warning light or anything.  Well, to replace and engine in a car drops the value by half.  To replace it in my car would have cost me $2000 which I didn't have.  I call the dealership and screamed, cried, and threatened legal action but the best I got was well since it's pass the 30 the best we can offer is to pay half.  I still didn't have $1000 to pay for it.  I went as far as calling the cooperate office in Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a car for about a month.  Thank goodness for my friend Steph.  She lived in T-Town and was able to drive my ass to work.  The light at the end of this tunnel was West Valley Auto Plaza.  My parents have bought all but 2 of their cars there and had always had the best experience.  I called them and just broke down about what had happened and they went and found some cars they could get me qualified for.  I headed over to the dealership and took a look around.  I knew I was in for a lot of debt because I still had about 7000 left on my other car to may off.  OH I ONLY HAD THE RODEO FOR 6 MONTHS JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.  Jeremy, my new car dealer, found me my perfect car.  He was awesome.  He was also pissed off about what had happened and decided to take it upon himself to get even with the dealer that sold me my Rodeo.  He had the car towed to the dealer dropped off in their lot and left there without the key.  They wouldn't have made any money if they tried to fix it and sell it.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...because I still owed so much money on my rodeo I ended up being UPSIDE down in my current vehicle.  On top of what my car booked at they added another 7000 to my loan which made my car payment go from $202.36 to $523.34.&lt;br /&gt;I pay $523.34 a month for my car.  I was so happy last month when I made my payment because I was less and 20,000 which to me is a HUGE deal.  $523.34 a month and I  have the scum of the earth tagging MY CAR.  Who does that?  OH, I know who, the decay of human/animal society.  What a pathetic breed we've become.  The lack of respect for personal property is just mind blowing.  I was lucky it was just my window but heaven help them if they hit the paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2397602369377908031-8177217279854095987?l=melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8177217279854095987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-not-happy-person-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8177217279854095987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2397602369377908031/posts/default/8177217279854095987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-lifefamilyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-not-happy-person-today.html' title='I am SO not a happy person today...'/><author><name>Melissa and Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06245906654152547625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSZKfcFP_U/TwvILtzri0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/jHoo-bdW4ks/s220/528.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
