<?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-8972327</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:06.274-05:00</updated><category term='messy'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Money'/><category term='faith'/><category term='budget'/><category term='spring cleaning'/><title type='text'>So . . .  I used to be a cheerleader</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you ever look back at your life and wonder what all the fuss was about? I do. I can remember crying my eyes out in 6th grade because I didn't make the JV cheerleading squad, and then again in 7th grade. Fast forward to college – I made the cheerleading squad, and it wasn't as great as I had imagined. 
This blog is for me. Even now, less than four years after I started it, I can read back and see how my perspective has changed. Time changes everything. My life is no exception.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-1931894584589968412</id><published>2009-03-18T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:40:09.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 7 months</title><content type='html'>August - My first 25th birthday... Kyle turned 21. Now we can go out to a bar if we want.&lt;br /&gt;September - Weekend @ the beach with Kyle's family with the hurricane rolling into the Gulf. Accepted a position with LogoBranders a great place with "Wine down Fridays" take a glass to your desk at the end of the week :)&lt;br /&gt;October - My little bro turned 15 and Kyle let him drive his truck in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;November - Kyle and I have been dating for 1 year! Believe it or not we dated an entire year without a breakup (record).&lt;br /&gt;December - Christmas!!! My first Christmas with Uncle Don in 4 years. I got to see my Uncle Steve too! He and my aunt are divorced and he lives in like Wisconsin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or somewhere cold)&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;January - Nothing noteworthy&lt;br /&gt;February - I was laid off due to the current economic situation. I was totally caught off guard, shocked is an understatement. Started a job hunt and also applied for readmission to Huntingdon. I want to complete a degree in accounting.&lt;br /&gt;March - Continuing the job search, started collecting unemployment. Went to a conference in Atlanta about Reliv. I met a lot of great people with amazing stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell, my health is great, I changed jobs, and I love my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-1931894584589968412?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1931894584589968412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=1931894584589968412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1931894584589968412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1931894584589968412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-7-months.html' title='The last 7 months'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2878746556526337537</id><published>2008-07-03T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:26:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap have I really not posted since March?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to play along, just cut and paste the following list into your blog.  Make BOLD anything you have done.  You might want to un-bold everything when you cut and paste.  I mean, you really don't want everyone thinking you are as much of a heathen as I was/am, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Crashed a friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Snuck out of your parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;Lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on one of your internet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been jet-skiing.&lt;br /&gt;Met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been moshing at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;Loved and missed someone.&lt;br /&gt;Made a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;Had a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;Flown a kite.&lt;br /&gt;Built a sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;Played dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gotten a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten a body piercing.&lt;br /&gt;Jumped in a pile of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gone sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Used a fake ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Felt an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touched a snake.&lt;br /&gt;Slept beneath the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Petted a reindeer/goat.&lt;br /&gt;Won a contest.&lt;br /&gt;Run a red light/stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night.&lt;br /&gt;Had dejavu.&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Liked the way you looked at least at one point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been obsessed with post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;Been lost.&lt;br /&gt;Been on the opposite side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Played cops and robbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently colored with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;Sung karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins.&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Made prank phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed until some kinda beverage came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snow flake on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Written a letter to Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been kissed under the mistletoe by your boy/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the sun rise with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;Blown bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Made a bonfire on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard you pee'd your pants.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;Been kissed by someone you didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping in a pool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Questions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2878746556526337537?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2878746556526337537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2878746556526337537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2878746556526337537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2878746556526337537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-768940029899987223</id><published>2008-03-13T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:09:24.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>I am gearing up for my annual conference trip. This year it will be in Nashville TN. I am so ready to go. I wasn't looking forward to it until today. Around 3 the fever set in strong! I doubt if I did anything productive this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;The Reliv seems to be doing its job, I feel great these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-768940029899987223?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/768940029899987223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=768940029899987223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/768940029899987223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/768940029899987223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/03/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2724322146579760915</id><published>2008-02-21T08:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:28:29.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Wow it is already the middle of February! I can't believe how quickly this year is going. Since my last post I have been staying busy with the usual things. I go to church on Sunday, tutoring and game night on Monday, visiting the nursing home on Tuesday, choir practice on Wednesday (sometimes), then it is the weekend again. I have also been spending a lot of time with my wonderful boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mr. Wonderful, on his way to work the other day, he stopped and bought me and my roommates breakfast! How sweet was that. We woke up to bacon egg and cheese biscuits. He also made a high enough score on his ACT to get into AUM. I will be spending a lot of time at the ball field this summer since he coaches little league.&lt;br /&gt;Work is going ok I guess. There is the usual office drama that is extremely irritating. One day last week I worked through lunch because I had a doctor's appointment earlier in the day. I turned in my time sheet and I was charged an hour of my sick time. I was told I didn't get it pre-approved. I have never had to get a formal pre-approval! How about a warning like next time do xyz (and get it in writing!)&lt;br /&gt;I was irritated for a while, but I guess I am over it. That is apparently just the way that the office is going. I can promise you though, everything I do will be in writing from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I have also started taking Reliv, a nutritional supplement that has helped people who suffer from fibromyalgia as well as a host of other things. I am drinking 3 shakes a day. So far I can tell I have a lot more energy. This has been a really bad week for it because of all the weather stuff going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;I have dedicated another blog to my journey with this product. It is kinda dull, just day to day life for me. I doubt if you would want to read it, but if you do it is linked to my profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2724322146579760915?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2724322146579760915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2724322146579760915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2724322146579760915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2724322146579760915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-3768021411682240829</id><published>2007-12-27T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:17:16.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow as Christmas???</title><content type='html'>Christmas most assuredly did not come slowly this year. What in blazes happened to the 2nd and 3rd weeks of December? I'll tell you what happened, CHRISTMAS PARTIES! In the slightly modified, but oh so fitting for the season, words of &lt;a href="http://www.raystevens.com/main/index.php"&gt;Ray Stevens&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/ray-stevens-santa-claus-is-watching-you-lyrics.html"&gt;They're Everywhere! They're Everywhere!&lt;/a&gt; Honestly there were so many parties this year it was hard to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great. I am so happy right now. My mom told me Sunday night that in the 24 years I have been alive she has never seen me so relaxed and happy. I'm not quite sure if that is a good thing or not... that either means that I am really really relaxed and happy or that I am usually uptight and grouchy...&lt;br /&gt;I am at work now, but I am off tomorrow. I will try to give a more detailed update then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-3768021411682240829?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3768021411682240829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=3768021411682240829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/3768021411682240829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/3768021411682240829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/slow-as-christmas.html' title='Slow as Christmas???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-3554435285191694025</id><published>2007-12-07T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:42:41.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Friends</title><content type='html'>One game night several weeks ago we were all picking on each other and something came up about friends. I forgot the context, but this was said (in teasing of course) "Wow! I'm surprised you have 4 friends." I got to thinking about it and spoke up and said that I without a doubt could name 4 friends not in the room at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;This lead me to think back to high school. I did not have many friends. In fact only one person comes to mind that I would call a true friend. Through college I made friends that I knew would be lasting. Cathy, Heather, Joni, Jay, and Alton are the ones who really stand out while I am typing this post. In my adult life other have come along Jessica, Kelly, Kelly, Kyle, Angie, Amy, and Jason to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone of these people routinely impact my life. I love and treasure you all more than you can imagine. 10 years ago, I would have never believed that God would bless me with friends like you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was laying on my bed in the middle of full body spasms triggered by who knows what, I was surrounded by my friends. Kyle you were literally wiping my tears away, Jessica you were taking charge and getting in your "nurse mode", and Kelly you were saying a prayer for me. Thank you so much for being there. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why God has allowed me to have fibromyalgia. What I do know is that it continually humbles me and reminds me that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not alone, and I cannot do it all all by my self.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, it reminds me of what great friends God has blessed me with. I am truly a blessed girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Ecclesiastes 4:10 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-3554435285191694025?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3554435285191694025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=3554435285191694025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/3554435285191694025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/3554435285191694025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-friends.html' title='Amazing Friends'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-1992553449231707567</id><published>2007-11-23T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:54:38.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>He was an amazing friend and father. He has a precious little girl who was the center of his world. This summer he married a sweet girl who he has known for about 20 years. Yesterday, there was an accident. He was apparently thrown from the tractor and broke his neck.&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to lose a loved one. I think about his widow, who found him. I think about his little girl who will never have her daddy again. And for his parents who are going to have to bury their son. &lt;br /&gt;For those of us who are still here, we know we will see him again! His faith was evident through his life. There was a time when he struggled, his little boy died when he was only 4 months old. Through that trial, he was able to be there for others who have lost their baby unexpectedly. He told me a few months ago how mad he was at God when his son died.&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to understand why this happened. There are so many mean people in this world. Why would God let something so tragic happen to such a kind man. It is difficult to accept, but we know where he is now. We know that we will see him again. &lt;br /&gt;Please keep his family and friends in your prayers. No matter how strong our faith is, this is a very difficult time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-1992553449231707567?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1992553449231707567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=1992553449231707567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1992553449231707567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1992553449231707567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-4065207484949859568</id><published>2007-11-21T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:36:17.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Guy :)</title><content type='html'>I met a really nice guy through my ex-boyfriend this summer. My ex and I tried to keep our relationship pure and therefore always welcomed company so that we would not be alone together. This friend was over most nights for a good part of our relationship. After my ex and I decided that we were not compatible and definitely did not want to spend our lives together, his friend and I maintained our friendship. Over the last few months we have spent a lot of time together. Offering support and advice and just being someone to talk to about everything from dating to yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, we have started dating. It was a big surprise to us that we were attracted to each other, but apparently obvious to everyone else including my ex-boyfriend who took it upon himself to let me and his friend know that we had his "blessing/approval" to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new man is 20. He turned 20 one week before I turned 24. Robbing the cradle? A little bit. I have had one other younger boyfriend, it was in high school. I was a senior and he a freshman. Oh yeah we got laughed at big time. KB is great though, I don't care how old he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw my fibromyalgia flare up during my relationship with his friend. He helps me with house work, yard work, and my pets. His first priority is God, he volunteers in the community working with kids. He is a hard worker and a great listener. He seems to know everything that is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap this week just to show you how amazing he is. Saturday night we went to see The Bee Movie (wait for the DVD). After that, we went to the new Wal-Mart just to walk around. Then over to a friends apartment for a while. Nothing terribly special except he took me to an animated kid movie and walked up and down every aisle in the non food part of Wal-Mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a really good example of his sweetness. He called me Sunday morning and discovered that I was sick as a dog. He finished up working and brought me Gatorade. He also texted my roommate all day checking on me and came over around 4:30 to check on me. He then gave me control of the remote because I was the sick one. Oh yeah and he brought over two tickets to ASF's showing of Peter Pan next month because I said a week ago that I wanted to make sure I saw it before the play ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was another revealing day. I was home sick and had to go to the doctor and get a shot in my butt. He left work at lunch and came over to the house to be with me because he remembered from me being sick while dating my ex that I hate being alone when I am sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:00 I went outside to give the dogs some scraps. As soon as I walked outside I heard Peaches meowing in pain. I looked over and she was underneath the electric fence I screamed for KB to come out and unplugged the fence then ran inside to get my shoes. He grabbed my purse and drove us to the vet's office. I was fine until they put us in a room, I totally lost it then. He was right there telling me she was gonna be ok and not to worry. (she is fine and is home now) The rest of the day he comforted me and told me every thing was going to be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was later that afternoon that we took the big step... Changed our status on facebook and myspace to "in a relationship" Yep, its on the two online social sites and my blog it is official. I am robbing the cradle. My boyfriend is 20 and wonderful! Oh I am a happy girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-4065207484949859568?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4065207484949859568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=4065207484949859568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4065207484949859568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4065207484949859568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-guy.html' title='The New Guy :)'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2057770244341393908</id><published>2007-11-19T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:16:05.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Season</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd Thanksgiving in a row that I have been sick for! Now I have been thinking that this is my body's way of keeping me from overeating during the holidays. Seriously though... I would rather walk an extra mile or do some post holiday sit-ups just to enjoy the food this year. &lt;br /&gt;Kyle was sick last week, or maybe it was two weeks ago. I have determined that I have exactly what he had. It has been the same problems each day. Going on that theory I should be healthy by turkey day! &lt;br /&gt;Saturday = Scratchy throat, sneezing&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = Someone please shoot me! Head congestion &amp; low fever&lt;br /&gt;Monday = Not quite sick enough to stay home. Still coughing and sneezing "bless you" from all over the building. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = Coughing disgusting stuff up &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = Getting better&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = Hello Turkey and Dressing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2057770244341393908?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2057770244341393908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2057770244341393908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2057770244341393908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2057770244341393908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/cold-season.html' title='Cold Season'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-3356235795376616801</id><published>2007-11-12T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:31:02.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Today</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like a day off work. Except a day off work with no commitments. It is 1:20 so far I have filed the stack of papers that has been plaguing my desk for months.  Isn't that GREAT! People describe me as an organized person... for some reason. I think I am more OCD than organized though. I can never seem to get a grip on paperwork though. Today they are all filed though! I need to go buy some more hanging file folders for a few files, but other than that, the paper work is done! YIPPIE. &lt;br /&gt;Other items on the agenda for today were:&lt;br /&gt;1.Unload the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;2.Three loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;3.Type minutes from last neighborhood association meeting&lt;br /&gt;4.Vacuum&lt;br /&gt;5.Dust&lt;br /&gt;6.Clean my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting on my couch enjoying my day off. Chores can wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-3356235795376616801?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3356235795376616801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=3356235795376616801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/3356235795376616801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/3356235795376616801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-today.html' title='Love Today'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2318083445647516145</id><published>2007-11-05T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:30:27.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T WORK TODAY!!! I have so much to do and it is already 2:30. I am just staring at the computer... like I have nothing at all to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2318083445647516145?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2318083445647516145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2318083445647516145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2318083445647516145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2318083445647516145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-work-today-i-have-so-much-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-8353450287447245236</id><published>2007-11-05T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:54:44.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cold!</title><content type='html'>When I arrived at the office this morning, it was 61 degrees in my office! Now I don't know about you, but 61 is a little bit chilly to work in. Luckly for me, I wore a thermal shirt underneath my shirt. My torso is at least a little bit warmer than the rest of my body. Like my fingers for instance. Do you know that it hurts to type when your fingers are cold? Well, I'm here to tell you it does! &lt;br /&gt;The good news is, the heating repair came and "fixed" it ... again. They also said that they have nothing but problems out of this system. Call me crazy, but it seems like the time to tell us that was before we bought it! In my opinion, I think we need to call new repair people! If these jokers can't keep it running PLEASE let's find someone who can!&lt;br /&gt;It is now 66! Yippee Skippy! If you're reading this, I hope you are warmer than I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-8353450287447245236?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8353450287447245236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=8353450287447245236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8353450287447245236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8353450287447245236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-cold.html' title='Too Cold!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-6015705536572098481</id><published>2007-10-30T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:38:43.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry</title><content type='html'>Ok, so last week I was a little testy. Rest assured that I was really convicted about my attitude. You see Sunday a week ago, I taught on having joy from God. I told my wonderful middle schoolers that they couldn't let things of this world rob them of the joy. I let circumstances last week rob me of my joy. &lt;br /&gt;Any guesses what this weeks lesson was? Romans 5:1-10, in a nutshell we are to rejoice in our trials and suffering because they lead to perseverance and perseverance to character, and character to hope. Why do we have hope? Our hope is because of Christ's love for us. We can mess up, be mean, and well just be human, but if we have accepted Jesus as our Savior then our sins are covered by His blood. All we have to do is ask. &lt;br /&gt;Is His grace and forgiveness a free pass? Certainly not! Asking God to forgive me for my nasty attitude last week and especially for my nasty words toward one of His children is the beginning. I also felt compelled to ask my friends and co-workers for their forgiveness and also thanked them for being there for me. Which leads me to the reason for this post. To ask my blogger friends to forgive me and to thank each and every one of you who offered your words of encouragement through comments last week. &lt;br /&gt;Certainly there are people who will read this and wonder why in the world I am apologizing. After all, this is my blog a place to write and express myself, my feelings, and activities as well as my joys and concerns. As true as that is, I try to live by a statement I heard as a teenager. "Be careful of the life you lead, you may be the only Bible some people ever read"&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-6015705536572098481?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6015705536572098481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=6015705536572098481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6015705536572098481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6015705536572098481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-1028666366772383351</id><published>2007-10-24T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:36.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3WW #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://littlenibbler.blogspot.com/search/label/3WW"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gE1N8Q6CnWE/Rhq3twRMkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DrUObW1KL6E/s320/3WW1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, Bone will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. Bone will also attempt to write something using the same words.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.&lt;br /&gt;This week’s words are:&lt;br /&gt;WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;br /&gt;CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I received and unexpected call from an exboyfriend. I stepped into the roll of friend without missing a beat. He needed that friend to listen to him. I didn't care that I was listening to him groan about his most recent ex girlfriend. He needed me and I was there as a friend. Then Tuesday she called and without missing a beat, he bumpped me out of the friend seat. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being the nice girl. I am sick to death of being taken for granted. Maybe I will start acting my age. I will be shallow, look out for only me, and spend ungodly amounts of money on clothes and makeup. Being mature, kind, and caring doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere. First he was gone as a boyfriend/mate and I was sad. Now, I open up as a friend and it hurts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Ok my rant is over. Those of you who know me, know that I will never give up on love or most anything else. I am, despite my life not being on the route that i would like, a very happy and content girl! Have a great week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-1028666366772383351?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1028666366772383351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=1028666366772383351' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1028666366772383351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1028666366772383351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/3ww-2.html' title='3WW #2'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gE1N8Q6CnWE/Rhq3twRMkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DrUObW1KL6E/s72-c/3WW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-8526912525693566318</id><published>2007-10-22T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:38:12.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fibro Fit</title><content type='html'>Well for the last 5 months I have been fighting my fibromyalgia more so than normal. I have had a lot more fatigue and pain lately, and had to come home from work after only an hour today. I must admit that I am getting a little bit scared. From all of my research over the years, fibro is supposed to plateau and stay at that level. Just as in diagnosing the syndrome changes are considered permanent after 6 months. If that is true, my new level of pain on a scale from 1-10 is now a 6! My baseline pain/fatigue was my old 4. Basically when I started feeling bad, on a scale from 1-10 I described my pain as a 4. So eventually the 4 became my new 1. Now my level is a 6 (7 years ago that would have been a 10). I am in so much pain and can't seem to concentrate on anything. It is so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;I hate not being able to do the things that i want to do. I love to work, both in my job and with my house. Now I don't have the streghnth or stamina to do the things that I want to do. Oh well, my only option is to keep going. I can't keep letting it get me. I will be at work tomorrow for the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-8526912525693566318?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8526912525693566318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=8526912525693566318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8526912525693566318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8526912525693566318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/fibro-fit.html' title='Fibro Fit'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-8961678948114046598</id><published>2007-10-20T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:24:08.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Cards</title><content type='html'>I think it should be illeagal for credit card or any billing company to have due dates on days that they don't post payments. I am cutting up my Bank of America Visa credit card. I am sick of them making Sunday due dates yet not posting payments made (even through their on-line site)after 3:00pm on Friday. Several years ago their was a huge lawsuit against Fleet b/c they were doing the same thing and making a killing through late payment fees. Unfortunatly the companies got smart and now have language protecting them in their disclosures. Well I for one am sick of it, and the card is no longer being used. Take that BoA this $6,000 a year customer is taking her credit card business to Citi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-8961678948114046598?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8961678948114046598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=8961678948114046598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8961678948114046598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8961678948114046598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/credit-cards.html' title='Credit Cards'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-4379020472307488001</id><published>2007-10-15T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:27:31.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted Corn, Corndogs, and cows</title><content type='html'>Any guesses where I spent the last week? I was at The Alabama National Fair! Oh Yeah! You read right I spent the whole week at the fair. Not only did I spend the entire week at the fair, I got paid to be there. Oh yeah I definitely went into the right career field. Granted by Saturday I had my fill of the fair, but it was a nice week out of the office none the less. &lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t want to be at the fair at first. I just stuck it in the bottom of a stack of papers for a while. A few weeks ago (literally like 3 weeks ago) I was told we were going to have a booth at the fair. I reluctantly agreed only thinking of how much of my budget was about to be spent on this “inexpensive” way to be in the community. Grand total approximately $2,300. &lt;br /&gt;We talked about our Kirby Club account for kids and CU Succeed for teens most of the week. I also mentioned our CD rates quite a few times, 4.98% APR for 7 months. I found out Friday that a couple I spoke with on Wednesday came in and opened a $25,000 7 month CD. Sure wish I got commission or something ;) &lt;br /&gt;I wound up driving south on Friday because my Aunt had a heart attack last week. She is still in ICU, but overall I think the outlook is good. It was nice being home for a little while, but I don’t think I will ever move back home. It is such a long drive to get to anything down there! I walked a few miles with my mom Saturday morning then watched the Bama game. Later I went to my dad’s and we grilled out and watched the AU game. &lt;br /&gt;So there was my week. Here’s to another great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-4379020472307488001?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4379020472307488001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=4379020472307488001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4379020472307488001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4379020472307488001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/roasted-corn-corndogs-and-cows.html' title='Roasted Corn, Corndogs, and cows'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-4380858598381178220</id><published>2007-10-04T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:53:40.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="6" bgcolor="#DDDDFF"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wqad.images.worldnow.com/images/190210_G.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.localtvllc.com/wqad/av2008/images/hunter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gohunter08.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncan Hunter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Score: 34&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taxes&lt;br&gt;Health Care&lt;br&gt;Abortion&lt;br&gt;Social Security&lt;br&gt;Line-Item Veto&lt;br&gt;Energy&lt;br&gt;Marriage&lt;br&gt;Death Penalty&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disagree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Iraq&lt;br&gt;Immigration&lt;br&gt;Stem-Cell Research&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wqad.com/Global/link.asp?L=259460"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;-- Take the Quiz! --&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-4380858598381178220?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4380858598381178220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=4380858598381178220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4380858598381178220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4380858598381178220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/duncan-hunter-score-34-agree-taxes.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2109284235210924308</id><published>2007-10-01T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:34:00.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>I got this in an e-mail. I tried to track down the source, but had no luck. It is a sweet story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't forget your Sisters,” she advised, swirling the tealeaves to the bottom of her glass. “They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that “Sisters” means ALL the women... your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. “You'll need other women. Women always do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny piece of advice! the young woman thought. Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;Time passes.&lt;br /&gt;Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;Men don't do what they're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors.&lt;br /&gt;Careers end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.........&lt;br /&gt;Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on to all the women who help make your life meaningful. I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2109284235210924308?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2109284235210924308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2109284235210924308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2109284235210924308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2109284235210924308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-6164535106324245190</id><published>2007-09-22T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:02:00.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week has been long</title><content type='html'>You know what, that is an understatement. This week SUCKED! Plain and simple it has just sucked. Normally that isn't a word I use. I don't just throw it around casually but this week that I have lived through completely deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;We are in between bosses at work. Which means that I am essentially responsible to 3 people instead of my old 1 person. I put in 13 hours Wednesday, 11 hours Thursday, and a normal day Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. I could have possibly used some comp time on Friday, but I have too much to do to not be at work. I opened my work e-mail this morning and there was a post on the Comala blog totally railing a post I wrote Friday. A post that I might add, I was very proud of writing. Now I am trying to think of a response before approving the post Monday morning. There is some sort of tropical disturbance in the gulf that is creating havoc in my poor body. And finally, Bama lost tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Now me being the positive person I am I am trying to find something good about this week. Ok I have one, we have about 100 new members in Greenville. Our commercial is almost finished. I got a great massage Friday. My eye exam went well and my prescription is the same as last year. And... I'm single again. Ok how is that we left on a positive note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-6164535106324245190?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6164535106324245190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=6164535106324245190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6164535106324245190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6164535106324245190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week-has-been-long.html' title='This week has been long'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-690743026145346937</id><published>2007-08-29T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:37.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Beach</title><content type='html'>I love the beach!  Tell me what you think Bone ^_^ I am a mean list maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RtXN2T8z6xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SfmOZCtL6fg/s1600-h/List.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104212085646289682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RtXN2T8z6xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SfmOZCtL6fg/s320/List.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group @ dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RtXOIj8z6zI/AAAAAAAAABE/IJt6okLEj7I/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104212399178902322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RtXOIj8z6zI/AAAAAAAAABE/IJt6okLEj7I/s320/Group.jpg" 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/8972327-690743026145346937?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/690743026145346937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=690743026145346937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/690743026145346937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/690743026145346937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/orange-beach.html' title='Orange Beach'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RtXN2T8z6xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SfmOZCtL6fg/s72-c/List.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-4219127354688323935</id><published>2007-08-24T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:38.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Trip Update</title><content type='html'>I have decided not to go to Costa Rica next year. I have prayed about it and it just doesn't feel like the right time. Not to mention no one in my family wants to go with me. My little bro said "I'm not leaving the country!" There was no pursuading him to get on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the last 3 years has been filled with so much change that I pause to think about where I will be in 10 months. I would have to use almost all of my built up vacation time, and then what would I do if Mr. Right came along and wanted to marry me? I wouldn't have any time left for a nice honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not next year, but I will return one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/Rs7eyD8z6wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lCl8Rto_YwI/s1600-h/melanie+and+melanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102260379492543234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/Rs7eyD8z6wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lCl8Rto_YwI/s320/melanie+and+melanie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie and Melanie in 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-4219127354688323935?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4219127354688323935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=4219127354688323935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4219127354688323935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4219127354688323935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-trip-update.html' title='Mission Trip Update'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/Rs7eyD8z6wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lCl8Rto_YwI/s72-c/melanie+and+melanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-1568822843670598954</id><published>2007-08-15T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:38.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3WW #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://littlenibbler.blogspot.com/search/label/3WW"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gE1N8Q6CnWE/Rhq3twRMkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DrUObW1KL6E/s320/3WW1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, Bone will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. Bone will also attempt to write something using the same words.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.&lt;br /&gt;This week’s words are:&lt;br /&gt;Burning&lt;br /&gt;Quietly&lt;br /&gt;Taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I received my yearly e-mail announcing the details of the Costa Rica Mission Trip. I sat &lt;strong&gt;quietly &lt;/strong&gt;reading the e-mail and thinking about the wonderful times I have had on past trips. There is such a &lt;strong&gt;burning &lt;/strong&gt;desire in my heart to go back to Costa Rica. Costa Rica is the only place on earth that I don't mind sweating. I can stay out all day working on the churches or with the children there. I love the people that I meet. Costa Rica is also the only place I have ever taken a &lt;strong&gt;taxi&lt;/strong&gt; by myself. I would love to go back next year. I only have a few weeks left to decide. I am going to call my little bro this afternoon when he gets out of school and see if he would want to go next year. He will be 14 then and we get along pretty well when Momma and Daddy aren't around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-1568822843670598954?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1568822843670598954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=1568822843670598954' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1568822843670598954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/1568822843670598954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/3ww-1.html' title='3WW #1'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gE1N8Q6CnWE/Rhq3twRMkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DrUObW1KL6E/s72-c/3WW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-8305444578175308838</id><published>2007-08-09T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:38.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Money questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I got paid. Today I have around $30 in my acount. By the end of the day, I will put up my finacial breakdown of the last month. Yes that is right. My check register is going online. Right here on this very blog! People say show me your checkbook and I will show you your priorities. Well, I am having trouble figuring out my priorities. So, maybe you can assist me. Check back later this week and tell me if you think I am living a balanced life. In the mean time, read &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001546.cfm"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;article on one of my favorite websites. I don't go there unless I can handle a conviction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RrtWY1gvxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EPm9371v6vg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096762387981124882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RrtWY1gvxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EPm9371v6vg/s320/Untitled-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-8305444578175308838?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8305444578175308838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=8305444578175308838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8305444578175308838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/8305444578175308838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/money-questions.html' title='Money questions'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RrtWY1gvxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EPm9371v6vg/s72-c/Untitled-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-338990768229271883</id><published>2007-07-23T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:55:21.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>Here it is almost 4 and what have I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; since lunch? Not much of anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-338990768229271883?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/338990768229271883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=338990768229271883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/338990768229271883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/338990768229271883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday Monday'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-6953786797472730791</id><published>2007-07-19T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:38:22.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work week</title><content type='html'>I get so little done in the afternoons. I wonder if it would be possible to work from like 6-2:30 with a break at 11:30 for lunch. That would be so much better. I hope I can do that one day. Oh well back to staring at something work related on my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! I just ate my last whopper and didn't even realize it :( that stinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-6953786797472730791?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6953786797472730791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=6953786797472730791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6953786797472730791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6953786797472730791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-week.html' title='Work week'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-6451352555394848165</id><published>2007-07-12T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:38.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That didn't last long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LOL my relationships keep getting shorter and shorter. I think I am getting pickier in my old age ^_^ No really, I am doing just fine. I was preoccupied with the boyfriend, but mostly I have been battleing my fibromyalgia. It flares up from time to time. This flare up has lasted for a few months now. I am battleing fatigue and pain at the same time. I always have a little of both and a lot of one or the other, but about 3-5 times a year they both gang up on me! Loosers.&lt;br /&gt;My life lately has consited of church on Sunday, tutoring on Monday, visiting Mrs. Bishop on Tuesdays followed by game night, I haven't been going to church on Wednesdays or singing in the choir the fibro has really taken a toll and I just don't feel like being in front of people, Thursday is a free day most weeks, and Friday and Saturday are friend/date nights. Other than that I have a ton of time to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to update the company blog frequently. I just wish there were more people reading it. I added google anylictics to track the vies and there just aren't that many. Check it out via the link on the right side of the screen if you want. I welcome any possible topics you would like to know more about.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about buying a laptop, which would make it easier for me to update. I could be in the livingroom on the couch rather than at my desk. Wish me luck budgeting for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I dyed my hair for the first time too! How do you like the red? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RpZnrBM-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7tPqRGgfRT8/s1600-h/red+hair+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086366817916424802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RpZnrBM-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7tPqRGgfRT8/s320/red+hair+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-6451352555394848165?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6451352555394848165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=6451352555394848165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6451352555394848165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6451352555394848165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-didnt-last-long.html' title='That didn&apos;t last long'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RpZnrBM-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7tPqRGgfRT8/s72-c/red+hair+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-6083919463329047158</id><published>2007-05-14T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:27:14.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Yeah so if you haven't figured it out, I have a silly boyfriend again. I was doing so well keeping this thing updated until he came along. Life is good. Work is good. I am at work now though, so I have to get back to work now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-6083919463329047158?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6083919463329047158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=6083919463329047158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6083919463329047158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/6083919463329047158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-7503261209856116860</id><published>2007-04-30T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:08:39.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RjXh-q_1gaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vBE4fcavkM4/s1600-h/Griff+and+Me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RjXh-q_1gaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vBE4fcavkM4/s320/Griff+and+Me.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059198223230796194" 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/8972327-7503261209856116860?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7503261209856116860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=7503261209856116860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/7503261209856116860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/7503261209856116860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNARW6weQL8/RjXh-q_1gaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vBE4fcavkM4/s72-c/Griff+and+Me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-4699211983281927983</id><published>2007-04-21T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:42:29.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$51.60</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 4:30 wasn't so terrible this morning. Granted I don't want to do it often, but once in a while isn't bad. It was a slow yard sale day. I think we had about 13 people stop and walk up the hill to view our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;array&lt;/span&gt; of goods. I will post a pic soon of my house, walking up the front steps is a nightmare. I think it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deterred&lt;/span&gt; some yard sale seekers. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slowed&lt;/span&gt; down and looked but never got out. Of course, they could have been looking at my dear roommate or co-worker on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; thing that was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy with myself, I only brought one item back in the house today. I've already forgotten what it was, so I probably didn't need to save it from the yard sale. That was always my problem as a child. My mom would make me go through my stuff every few months and we would box it up. Then, once a year we would have a yard sale. My gosh, by the time the yard sale came those were like new toys that I had never seen or played with before! I would spend the entire Saturday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sneaking&lt;/span&gt; stuff back into my bedroom. She eventually made me start buying the stuff back from her. And there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haggling&lt;/span&gt; if it was me buying it back. The kid down the street could pay .10 but it was a quarter for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning another yard sale for the first week of May. This time with tables. The church yard sale was today and they were using all the tables :( I laid stuff on sheets on the ground. People are lazy they don't like to look on the ground for some reason. I mean come on people there is a $50 Express shirt for a buck fifty; bend your lazy @*&amp;amp; down and get it. All in all it was a good day. I made $22 Jess made $12 and Kelly made $17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-4699211983281927983?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4699211983281927983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=4699211983281927983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4699211983281927983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/4699211983281927983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/5160.html' title='$51.60'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2994614089550004953</id><published>2007-04-20T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:12:50.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring cleaning'/><title type='text'>My Mom is going to faint</title><content type='html'>My mother taught me how to keep a clean house. Honestly she did. We had a maid for a while then when i got a little older my mom let her go for a few years. He intent was to make sure i knew how to keep a clean house. Well I know how, but that certainly doesn't mean i keep things neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't have bugs running all over the house. I don't worry about rats, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; worry about breaking my leg in the middle of the night. So, my mother is coming to visit today. I prepared her... "Momma, i could really use your help with some spring cleaning" to my surprise she agreed. During college when she would visit, it was always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; with a sighed "i know you know how to clean." I keep waiting for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;domestic&lt;/span&gt; house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cleaner&lt;/span&gt; side of my personality to kick in. I think i need a jump start. And quite possibly a mentor. Someone other than my mom or roommate to ask me those really tough questions. Like:&lt;br /&gt;Did you clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;underneath&lt;/span&gt; the toaster?&lt;br /&gt;Have you done laundry this week?&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you dusted?&lt;br /&gt;Surprise visits wouldn't hurt either. I hate being embarrassed by having a dirty house. Knowing someone i admire might drop by at any time would provide a certain level of motivation for keeping a tidy house. For those of you who have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mastered&lt;/span&gt; keeping a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spotless&lt;/span&gt; house, how do you do it? I have a chore chart on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;, it has been there for two years and never marked on, but by golly it is there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2994614089550004953?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2994614089550004953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2994614089550004953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2994614089550004953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2994614089550004953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mom-is-going-to-faint.html' title='My Mom is going to faint'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-2365188047184245267</id><published>2007-04-16T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:54:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2:00? When Did 1:00 Get Here?</title><content type='html'>No way is it already 2:30! I have been so busy at work this morning that i did something totally out of character. I missed lunch. I was busy working on a new graphic for the website and completely missed lunch. Unbelievable! I am going to attempt to include the graphic that made me miss lunch, but i sometimes have issues with uploading things to my blog. If you are curious and can't see it here you can always go to &lt;a href="http://www.comalacu.com/"&gt;http://www.comalacu.com/&lt;/a&gt; to view some of my handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ImageReady Slices (TargetPreview.gif) --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="TargetPreview.gif" WIDTH=300 HEIGHT=62 ALT=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End ImageReady Slices --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-2365188047184245267?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2365188047184245267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=2365188047184245267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2365188047184245267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/2365188047184245267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/200-when-did-100-get-here.html' title='2:00? When Did 1:00 Get Here?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-117590676288419541</id><published>2007-04-06T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:46:02.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm sure there is a valid answer to my question, but i'm asking anyway. If today is the day Christ was Crucified and died, why is it called good friday? I know that He arose on the third day, and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; good. But what is good about today. Is it good for us because we are all sinners and now our sins are covered and forgiven? Wikipedia had an interesting answer. And as i think about it, i remeber being told that before.&lt;br /&gt;What we call today isn't important. What we celebrate today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today we reckognize Christ sacrifice for us. God is a loving and forgiving God, but He is also a just God. Without Christ blood covering our sins, we would have no hope. Good friday has always struck a cord with me. I find myself wondering what side i would have been on. Would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;be one yelling Crucify Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-117590676288419541?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/117590676288419541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=117590676288419541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/117590676288419541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/117590676288419541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-117548689182901415</id><published>2007-04-01T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:08:11.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I am not very good at updating this. Today is no exception. I just wanted to let you all know I am still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-117548689182901415?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/117548689182901415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=117548689182901415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/117548689182901415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/117548689182901415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-116640860223133878</id><published>2006-12-17T20:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:23:22.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week until Christmas?!</title><content type='html'>Wow time flies! Ok, new job... love it. Single ... again I GIVE UP! Maybe this single thing is short term. He wants time to think about things. Yeah so whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-116640860223133878?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116640860223133878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=116640860223133878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/116640860223133878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/116640860223133878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-week-until-christmas_17.html' title='1 week until Christmas?!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-116219250456771664</id><published>2006-10-30T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:15:04.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Some memories we try to hold on to forever, and some we try so hard to forget. Time never stands still, one day you wake up and your little brother is 13. I remember the day he was born, I was in 5th grade and my grandma came to pick me up from school early. I said, "Well it's about time!" as I ran out of the class room. Went down to the hospital and met my baby brother. He didn't have a name for 3 days, he was called Baby Smith. I stayed with my cousin that night and got to go trick-or-treating for the first time in a neighborhood. We had always just gone to the houses where we knew people, but this year I was in Dothan and went up and down tons of streets with Anna. We would make trips back to the car empty our bags into a big black trash bag and go out again. I had candy for what seemed like years.&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen years later, my brother is a teenager. My grandmother passed away 7 years ago. My little cousin is a wife and mother. My parents are divorced, and I am haunted by memories. Memories of the last 12 months. Memories of feeling like the most loved and special girl in the world. Promises of forever, of land and a house, of kids, and of loving future in-laws. Promises from a certain man who, in my eyes, hung the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals all wounds, so they say. I guess I am still waiting for this scar to fade away. Trying so hard to remember the bad things. Trying so hard to enjoy the life I have now. Trying to forget all those then wonderful, now horrible memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-116219250456771664?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116219250456771664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=116219250456771664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/116219250456771664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/116219250456771664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-116069247191442886</id><published>2006-10-12T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:34:31.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 12! When did September end?</title><content type='html'>Ok very very brief recap of the last month:&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Peterbuilt Trucking company for a warranty/customer service position&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Girl Scouts for a public relations/ marketing position&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Comala Credit Union for a Marketing position&lt;br /&gt;... Wait... Still waiting... RING&lt;br /&gt;Second interview with Comala Credit Union they hope to make a decision by next week!!&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am cleaning out the second bedroom so Squirrel can move in Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-116069247191442886?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116069247191442886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=116069247191442886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/116069247191442886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/116069247191442886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-12-when-did-september-end.html' title='October 12! When did September end?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115885788606026783</id><published>2006-09-21T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:58:06.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;A Spanish teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;was explaining to her class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;that in Spanish, unlike English,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times NewRoman;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times NewRoman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;nouns are  designated as either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;masculine or feminine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;"House" for instance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;is feminine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;"la casa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;"Pencil," however,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;is masculine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;"el lapiz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;Instead of giving the answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;the teacher split the class into two groups,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;male and female,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;and asked them to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;for themselves whether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;"computer" should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;a masculine or a feminine noun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;Each group was asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;to give four reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;for its recommendation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;The men's group decided that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;"computer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;should definitely be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;of the feminine gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;("la computadora"),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;1. No one but their creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;understands their internal logic;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;2. The native language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;they use to communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;with other computers is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;are stored in long term memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;for possible later retrieval; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;4. As soon as you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;a commitment to one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;you find yourself spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;half your paycheck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;on             accessories for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;The women's group,  however, concluded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;that computers should be Masculine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;("el computador"), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt; because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;1. In order to do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;with them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;you have to turn them on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;2. They have a lot of data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;but still can't think for themselves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;3. They are supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;to help you solve problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;but half the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;they ARE the problem; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;you realize that if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;had waited a little longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;you could have gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;a better model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:#804040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(128, 64, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; color: black;"&gt;The women won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115885788606026783?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115885788606026783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115885788606026783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115885788606026783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115885788606026783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-so-true.html' title='Oh So True'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115790295704512174</id><published>2006-09-10T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:42:37.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather is married!</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning I left for the beach. Heather wanted a small beach wedding; well heather really only wanted family at her wedding, but Cade wanted a slightly bigger gathering. Several of us arrived Thursday afternoon in time to chill on the beach. It was a great start to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;A strange man we had been watching kayak back and forth across the ocean warned us of jelly fish. We remembered to watch out for them for a long time considering our drinking habits over the previous hours. It was bound to happen though and I was the first. I was swimming backwards to join the rest of the group after going in for another drink when it hit me. The stupid #^*#(Q #(^*&amp;* ()&amp;amp;^% wrapped around my back. I don't just mean a small portion of my back, it stung me from on top of my right shoulder, wrapped around my mid section hitting mainly the right side, and possibly the most painful area, the damn thing got both but cheeks and all the way down to the back of my knee.&lt;br /&gt;About the same time I was making it out of the water, Doug starts cursing from 20 yards out. Now the difference between Doug and me was I at least knew what the heck had stung me. Doug bless his heart (cause in the south as long as you add bless your heart you can say any thing you want about someone) had never seen a jelly fish before and was clueless about what was on him. He reached in the water, picked it up and slung it as hard as he could. Here is the problem with picking up a jelly fish, not only does it sting you where it originally touched, but it is going to wrap around your arm. Doug makes it out of the water and we are both walking around the beach trying to stop thinking about this stinging pain shooting around our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we can't take it any more and head up to the pool in the hopes that chlorine will make it better. Alas the wedding planner caught us before we could get into the pool. Before we knew it there was apple cider vinegar being poured over our stinging red bodies and then seasoned meat tenderizer. Both vinegar and meat tenderizer neutralize the stinging units called nematocysts. Fortunately for us there was no plain vinegar or tenderizer available, so we smelled like the best steak you could ever hope to put in your mouth for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for my true display of intelligence? When the stinging subsided, or the alcohol started taking over, I decided we needed to swim some more. Yes you heard right we got back into the ocean after being stung very badly by the jelly fish only an hour before. Smart, you bet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115790295704512174?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115790295704512174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115790295704512174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115790295704512174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115790295704512174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/09/heather-is-married.html' title='Heather is married!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115747993268837159</id><published>2006-09-05T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:12:12.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still kicking</title><content type='html'>I quit my job last week. Refer back to the last post, I was having doubts about my sales ability. I tried my best, but at the end of the day I had to concede that I am not a sales person. Currently I am looking for a job that has more education and less numbers. I would love to find a job that would still allow me to travel a limited area. Then again being at an office wouldn't be half bad this winter.&lt;br /&gt;I am young, I have been overly ambitious, and it is time for me to start acting my age. That is 23 as of last Thursday, not 43 as I have been acting. I agree to stay up past 10 on a regular basis, to quit living for the next 10 years, and to enjoy the here and now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115747993268837159?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115747993268837159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115747993268837159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115747993268837159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115747993268837159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/09/still-kicking.html' title='Still kicking'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115345507009045111</id><published>2006-07-20T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:11:10.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>I am coming to the conclusion that I suck at my job. My success is based solely on the number of admissions I obtain on an average weekly basis. I should have 2-3 by this my 6th month. Unfortunately I average 1.4 and that is unacceptable. I also made a judgment call earlier in the week that got me a written warning from my boss. As a marketer for hospice, I generally am allowed to set my hours. Granted most days are typical 8-5, but some days it is 9-3 and other days it is 8am-9pm. On said day I had a personal dr's appointment that I assumed would last 1 hour. It lasted 2 and the boss called while I was in there. Next day, I receive a call asking me to be in the office at 4 to meet with the boss. When I get there "on time" like I am 99% of the time, I wait about 30 mins then the meeting starts. Long and short of it is I am not performing as expected, weekly meetings with the boss, and weekly rides to learn from another rep. What set me over the edge was my boss saying he had lost all trust in me.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I done anything that I would think should lead to a lack of trust. My accounts are seen. I don't falsify documents or call logs. Seeing 8 accounts doesn't always take 8 hours. My accounts are close together, the majority of them are small offices that I can go right back and speak to the Dr. at.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day. I think I am doing what I should be. I am asking the right questions to the right people, but not getting the same response as the other two marketers. WHY? Why do I suck at a job that I am passionate about. I love hospice. I feel fulfilled when patients are admitted and we can help them through this difficult time. I can't figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115345507009045111?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115345507009045111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115345507009045111' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115345507009045111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115345507009045111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115288500051766465</id><published>2006-07-14T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:50:00.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's Friday! It's Friday! It's finally Friday! Oh thank God I made it through this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115288500051766465?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115288500051766465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115288500051766465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115288500051766465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115288500051766465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-friday-its-friday-its-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115259194491188043</id><published>2006-07-10T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:25:45.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep swimming. . .</title><content type='html'>I must apologize for my lack of posts recently. Stuff is happening, but nothing interesting enough to put in here. For those of you who know me personally, you know I occasionally have to battle my fibromyalgia. This is shaping up to be a very stressful week. Unfortunately stress directly corresponds to my fatigue level so I am very lethargic right now. Please keep me in your prayers through this trying time.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be normal sometimes and it makes me very angry that I am not. I sometimes beat myself up and think that I should be used to this by now, but why should I be used to it. I have been in pain for the last 7 years. Not only physical pain, but emotional as well. I mean really do I have to keep smiling all this time.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the flip side I deal with hospice patients every day. I look at them and see that I could be much worse off. I guess we all have things that we deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry didn't mean for this to be a gripe session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115259194491188043?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115259194491188043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115259194491188043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115259194491188043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115259194491188043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just keep swimming. . .'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115221688807783151</id><published>2006-07-06T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:14:48.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My manicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I got a manicure. I always manage to confuse the manicurist; I don't like to have polish on my nails. The conversation always goes something like this:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manicurist: What you need?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Basic manicure. No polish.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manicurist: You pick color. Come here. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No polish (walk over to chair). &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manicurist: What color?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No polish. Just manicure.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manicurist: Ok clear? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: No this is fine. No polish. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manicurist: (very confused) ok 10 dollar. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115221688807783151?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115221688807783151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115221688807783151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115221688807783151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115221688807783151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-manicure.html' title='My manicure'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115181976222550520</id><published>2006-07-02T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:56:02.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it be over</title><content type='html'>"I see the beauty of God's world&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love H gave me&lt;br /&gt;when you smile at me...&lt;br /&gt;I know the gift He blessed me with&lt;br /&gt;when I hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;With All My Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship ended less than 1 month later. I still can't tell you why. I try to take some of the responsibility, but I don't know what for. Did I assume to much when he said he loved me? No. I only expected what I was also willing to give, everything I had or ever hoped to have.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I want nothing more than to be by his side helping him get through all of his life's current trials. I want to be in his arms at night and hear him tell me he loves me. I want to spend Friday night having a quiet dinner at home and holding each other on the couch. I want to lay in bed at night and talk about our days. I want him to say I love you, I am about to say my prayers, see you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite day was Sunday because we would eat breakfast and get ready for church. We ate dinner with his parents on Sunday nights. He would go outside with his dad to the shop. His mom and I would clean the kitchen and talk about random things.&lt;br /&gt;One day he was on the phone with the lady who owned the land we wanted to build on. His dad came inside and sat down at the table with me. He told me how happy he was that I was in his son's life. His dad was a quiet reserved man who kept his thoughts to himself. That day he welcomed me to the family.&lt;br /&gt;He was so strong spiritually. I know that he prayed about us everyday. We would pray about things over dinner. Blessing the food turned into 10 minutes of prayer together. We would pray together before a big day, sometimes him for me other times me for him.&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loved me, but I don't know what changed. The worst part is I have no idea when it changed. One day he was sitting on the dining room table smiling so big. He said he had figured out how he was going to propose to me. A few weeks later he told me he didn't feel anything when I left, if anything he felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what was missing. I guess one day I will find out what it is that he said was missing. I hated being compared to his ex, but in the end I guess I was. He said there was just something missing that he had with her. I think about the love I have for him. I wasn't missing anything, but maybe that is because I have never experienced what he was missing.&lt;br /&gt;His kiss was perfect. He held me tight when we hugged. Best of all he knew how much I loved when he kissed me on the forehead. I felt so safe in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him in life's little things: sitting beside him in the truck, cleaning up the kitchen together after dinner, walking around the land and watching his face light up when he showed me how he envisioned the house.&lt;br /&gt;One day God will bring me to a point where I know why this happened. I hope it is soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115181976222550520?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115181976222550520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115181976222550520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115181976222550520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115181976222550520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-will-it-be-over.html' title='When will it be over'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115179198392017019</id><published>2006-07-01T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:57:17.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was younger I wanted to be a fashion model. It was my dream to walk down a &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; runway, cameras flashing all around me and headlines describing the new top model. I wanted to study fashion and design. I wanted to make clothes that women could live in. Fashionable, washable and most importantly I wanted to design clothes that made women feel beautiful. I lost that dream along with over $800 in the summer of 2002, but I did get some nice &lt;a href="http://catherine-elizabeth.com/photos/hc02/hc02-39.jpg"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night a friend asked me about my current dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you who don't know, here it is. I want to marry a caring, supportive, Christian man. After a few years of marriage, I want to start a family. I want to stay at home with my children, keep a nice clean house and volunteer in the community. Is it really such a crazy dream? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He wanted to know what I would do if my prince charming doesn't make enough money to support me staying at home with children. I don't think having enough money is really the question. Managing what you have and living within your income is the bottom line. He said think about all the stuff you won't have. My point is on all the memories that my children will have. They will know that their parents love them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly, I just want to know the dreams of my children. I want to support them in their efforts. I don't want them to ever think back to dream they used to have the way I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115179198392017019?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115179198392017019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115179198392017019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115179198392017019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115179198392017019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115163835311522897</id><published>2006-06-29T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:32:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today there was a death that touched so many people.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I met her several weeks ago. She was 28 years old, and for the last two years she fought a losing battle with breast cancer. She told the nurse one day that she had never been married or had children. Then she shrugged her shoulders and simply said "oh well." &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was an ordained minister, and her dream was to be a missionary in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She had two older sisters who now know they are at high risk for this devastating disease. Her mother tried so hard to be strong. She didn't want to cry in front of her daughter. The day the DNR was signed we all breathed a sigh of relief. That piece of paper allowed everyone to let her go in peace. This morning her battle ended. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Working in hospice is challenging sometimes. It is my job to get referrals and admit patients into our hospice. Sometimes I joke and say I hunt for dying people. The truth is we are all going to die one day. I make jokes to keep my sanity, everyone in this industry does. I pray to God that what the nurses, aides, social workers, chaplains, volunteers, and at the end the bereavement coordinator does makes a positive impact on the families that we are in contact with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don't get do overs in this job. Death is final. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115163835311522897?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115163835311522897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115163835311522897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115163835311522897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115163835311522897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-there-was-death-that-touched-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115144638217109103</id><published>2006-06-27T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:52:28.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May weddings</title><content type='html'>The last weekend of May was very exciting! Brannon sent pictures of Robin's wedding and Becca's wedding. Seriously though two weddings in one day was not nice at all. Brannon and I spent like 5 hours in the car that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/brannon%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/200/brannon%20me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie, Brannon &amp; Cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/200/P1010009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy &amp; Brannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/P1010010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/200/P1010010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin &amp; John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Cathy%20Me%20robin%27s%20wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/200/Cathy%20Me%20robin%27s%20wedding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy &amp; Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Becca%20wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/200/Becca%20wedding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie &amp;amp; Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115144638217109103?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115144638217109103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115144638217109103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115144638217109103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115144638217109103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/06/may-weddings.html' title='May weddings'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-115137999490224850</id><published>2006-06-26T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:46:34.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's on my shoulder</title><content type='html'>Think for a moment about Tom &amp;amp; Jerry... Remember the little angel and devil that would sit on their shoulders from time to time. Last week I am certain there was a devil sitting on my shoulder. Every day something happened that was out of the ordinary and very frustrating. I felt under attack with every decision I made. Praise God I made it through with only a few bad decisions and losing my temper on the real estate agent only once. Please say a prayer that the angel will take it's place on my shoulder this week.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my foot is better. I signed a contract on a new house. My little brother spent a week with me, and we had a lot of fun. I have amazing friends! Finally, I think I own the neediest cat in the world. Her fur has grown back without many gaps from her recent haircut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-115137999490224850?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/115137999490224850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=115137999490224850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115137999490224850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/115137999490224850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-on-my-shoulder.html' title='Who&apos;s on my shoulder'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-114928595380833389</id><published>2006-06-02T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:05:53.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok I think I can laugh about this misfortune now. Wednesday I was working and was at an Assisted Living Facility. The Activities Director was pulling a resident backwards up a ramp leading into the building. About the time they reached the door the plastic grips came off the handles of the wheelchair. The resident zoomed down the ramp headed straight for me. I had no time to move and was concerned with the safety of the resident. I reached out to try to stop the chair and in the process my foot was run over. Ok it was much funnier if you were there. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long story short, I had to file a workman's comp claim for being run over by a wheelchair. Now I have to be in the office doing stupid office work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-114928595380833389?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/114928595380833389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=114928595380833389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114928595380833389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114928595380833389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny stuff'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-114531898695114197</id><published>2006-04-17T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:09:47.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God works in mysterious ways</title><content type='html'>There is quite a bit to catch up on. Yes it has been a month since the last time my heart was broken. I however, am doing surprisingly well. I picked myself up and kept right on going. Several things have happened to help me see this for the blessing it is.&lt;br /&gt;The first was the message at church the Sunday night after we broke up. It was from Genesis 41:51,52 Jacobs sons were born and named. The first he named Manasseh and said "It is because God has made me forget all my trouble and all my father's house." As I thought about this verse, I realized that as relationships have come and gone I have forgotten the pain of the previous breakup. The second son he named Ephraim and said "It is because God has made me fruitful in the land of my suffering. This is so true! God has always brought me to even greater things than I could ask for. I fully trust that God will heal my broken heart and bless me more abundantly than I can even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;The second reason for me dealing with this so well is due to an e-mail from a wonderful professor. She pointed out how I was always the one making sacrifices. She also helped me to see that his love had all these conditions put on it. I do have health issues and I need and deserve someone who can love me when I am active and when I am hurting. I deserve someone who can take responsibility for his feelings without blaming me for him feeling a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that has happened is finding a loving wonderful church. The people there have taken me in their arms and loved me! One lady particularly, Vita she has been wonderful. The church is full of so many people who have blessed my life in the month I have been going there.&lt;br /&gt;Yes after one month i am ok. I have great friends, a loving family, and a fantastic church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-114531898695114197?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/114531898695114197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=114531898695114197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114531898695114197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114531898695114197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='God works in mysterious ways'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-114247796351659685</id><published>2006-03-15T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:59:23.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This  month has been hectic. I moved the last weekend of Feb. I love my new job. I am happy to be back in Montgomery. I went to Dallas last week for sales training. Josh broke up with me last night. Yep it has been a crazy month and I am ready for April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-114247796351659685?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/114247796351659685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=114247796351659685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114247796351659685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114247796351659685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-month-has-been-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-114082349582565863</id><published>2006-02-24T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:24:55.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I stole from Cathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name (name of first pet + street you live on):&lt;/b&gt; Ramboo Lee    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Movie Star Name (Grandad's/Grandma's first name + favorite snack):&lt;/b&gt; Mildred Gardetto  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fashion Designer Name (first thing you see on your left + favorite restaurant name):&lt;/b&gt; Cup McDonalds  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fly Girl/Guy Name (1st initial + 1st 3 letters of your last name):&lt;/b&gt; M Smi  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Detective Name (high school mascot + high school name):&lt;/b&gt; Rebels George W Long  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soap Opera Name (middle name + city where you were born):&lt;/b&gt; Melanie Skipperville  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Opposite Sex Name (name of sibling/parent [opposite sex] + cell phone company you use):&lt;/b&gt; Michael Verizon  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Star Wars Name (1st 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name):&lt;/b&gt; Smi Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Ok so mine isn't nearly as good as Cathy's. This next thing is fun though.  &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Melaniens"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Melaniens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack now or I will be in TROUBLE in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-114082349582565863?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/114082349582565863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=114082349582565863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114082349582565863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114082349582565863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-i-stole-from-cathy.html' title='Things I stole from Cathy'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-114065547071303577</id><published>2006-02-22T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:44:30.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>Good news: Found a place to live&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: packing... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving has got to be like the worst thing in the world for me. To pack up all of my things and the animals and myself and move somewhere else and get settled is simply no fun. This move I don't even have my family to help. Thank God for Josh otherwise I would be in a mess. I have the best boyfriend in the world. All of my shortcomings seem to be his strongest qualities. Even if I do drive him crazy from my lack of planning and my overall calm appearance. Just remember, appearance isn't always an accurate representation of what is going on inside a person's mind. Calm is definitely not in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-114065547071303577?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/114065547071303577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=114065547071303577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114065547071303577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/114065547071303577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/02/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113918543325961125</id><published>2006-02-05T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:23:53.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 25th deadline</title><content type='html'>So, I showed my house to this nice couple today and they called back a few hours later. That is right they liked the house (and why wouldn't they I did pick it out) so they move in Feb 25th. I don't have much time to get out and find another place. Yikes I might be homeless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113918543325961125?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113918543325961125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113918543325961125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113918543325961125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113918543325961125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/02/feb-25th-deadline.html' title='Feb 25th deadline'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113896941645908484</id><published>2006-02-03T06:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:23:36.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hour commute</title><content type='html'>Someone remind me, did I hate driving last year. The place where I work keeps office hours form 8-7 so people work different shifts. Now that is all fine and dandy except the people I ride with in the morning all come in at 8 and the people I ride with in the afternoon com in around 9. That means I am there from 7:50-5:40 preceded and followed by a 90min commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 24 hour breakdown is like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am wake up and get dressed&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am leave for work&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am arrive at work&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm leave work have dinner with josh&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm start driving home&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm arrive home feed dogs and cat, look at them say I am sorry babies we will move soon&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm go to sleep then repeat process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can rent or sell my house soon. Other than the long hours everything is going well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113896941645908484?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113896941645908484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113896941645908484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113896941645908484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113896941645908484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-hour-commute.html' title='3 hour commute'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113870687827181080</id><published>2006-01-31T05:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T05:28:13.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>My first day was great! I am doing pretty much the same job for a different company in Montgomery. Today I start my ride-a-longs, I will go with a nurse and a social worker today. There is someone coming to look at the house this weekend :-D happy days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113870687827181080?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113870687827181080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113870687827181080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113870687827181080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113870687827181080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113675513780707688</id><published>2006-01-08T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:19:47.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="georgia" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The holidays were great for me. I got to spend just enough time with the family to appreciate them, but not enough time to get annoyed with them. I got some good gifts and ate some good food. I got to spend a lot of time with Josh (almost four whole days) over the New Year's weekend. Considering that we usually see each other from late Friday night to early Sunday afternoon, Friday – Monday was a welcome change. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow will be the first Monday in 2 weeks of working. I am kind of excited about it, because the four day weeks have been killers. It seems that I never catch up from missing Monday. Don't get me wrong I love paid days off but goodness will I ever catch up. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend Josh and I rented Hitch. It was nice to watch something that didn't have static.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you who don't know, I only have rabbit ears on my TV so my selection is limited to ABC, NBC, CBS, Fox, and GPB (PBS) oh and if the wind is blowing right UPN from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Opelika&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways I think I would like to spend the $14.99 to get the all you can rent movies per month from Movie Gallery. I think I will start in the gallery section and rent all movies a-z.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope I can start to update more often now. I have a nice clean house and I will be at home next weekend as well. It is hard to stay focused and upbeat when my weekends are spent in a car. I hope everyone is doing well. Phone calls and visits are encouraged; I do miss my friends from the gump. Have a good week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113675513780707688?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113675513780707688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113675513780707688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113675513780707688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113675513780707688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/01/holidays-were-great-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113499711991543773</id><published>2005-12-19T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T06:58:39.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so it is Monday</title><content type='html'>Ok this weekend was great. I met Josh's whole family for Christmas, then his community Christmas party, then Chip, Leigh, Josh, and I went to the zoo to see the lights. Last week I never updated because I was baking 25 dozen gingerbread men. You see I have to do something nice for all the doctors who send us patients and I don't have a big budget. Also I would love to put some pics up from Miss Alabama Agriculture Pageant, but my camera broke and I can't connect it to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;I am heading to work now. I will try my best to update later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113499711991543773?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113499711991543773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113499711991543773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113499711991543773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113499711991543773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah-so-it-is-monday.html' title='Yeah so it is Monday'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113482864553741378</id><published>2005-12-17T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:10:45.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Ok ok, I know I am the world's worst about hassling people to update. I am still here, but I have been very very busy. I promise to update Sunday night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113482864553741378?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113482864553741378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113482864553741378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113482864553741378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113482864553741378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113296875676994301</id><published>2005-11-25T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:32:36.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving recap</title><content type='html'>I went home Wednesday after work and ate dinner with my mom's mom and family. I planned on going to Dothan after dinner, but decided against that and went home. As it turns out, I left Phenix City without the keys to my parents house. I looked and looked for the hidden key, called my mom and everyone else at the dinner no answer from anyone! Got angry stomped yelled and went to my daddy's. I had a nice time, sometimes we don't have much to talk about but this was a good visit. Went to bed zipped up in a sleeping bag (his house stays cold!) Thursday I woke up at 6:30! Who wakes up that early when they have nothing to do. Mind you, if I have to be at work I will sleep until 7:45. Lunch was good at my grandpa's. Uncle Don wasn't there and that was strange but all in all it was good.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to head back to PC Thursday night. I started straightening the house (I am cooking Saturday) and drinking wine. Before the night was over I was completely trashed with only a moderately clean house. I think the wine got stronger! Woke up this morning early and did some more cleaning then went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the smallest turkey I could find which was still 10lbs and other trimming items. Stay tuned for how my first thanksgiving goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113296875676994301?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113296875676994301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113296875676994301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113296875676994301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113296875676994301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-recap.html' title='Thanksgiving recap'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113269471731957408</id><published>2005-11-22T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:27:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just curious</title><content type='html'>I ran across this list and I am just curious who else can identify with it. The items that pertain to me are bold.&lt;br /&gt;You're an 80's kid if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You ever ended a sentence w/ the word "SIKE" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. You watched Pound Puppies  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. You can sing the rap to "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the babysitters club and tried to start One of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on "Blossom"&lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: M.C.Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If you ever watched Fraggle Rock  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "DuckTales"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up on Sat morning to watch cartoons  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You saw "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. You had a clip that held your shirt in a knot at the side  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. You played the game MASH (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. You wore a Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. L.A. Gear... need I say more  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;21. You remember all of the Ramona books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing (some head to toe)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson REALLY looked like  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. You ever wondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. You took lunch pals to school  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE! , then the BANNING of slap bracelets  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Barbie and the Rockers were your fav band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave you b/c you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exchanged friendship bracelets  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. You ever owned a pair of jelly shoes (and probably in neon colors)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. After Pee-Wee's Big Adventures you kept saying "I know you are but  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what am I" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. You remember skating before inline skates  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip-n-slide  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. You had a Skip-it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. You had or attended a b-day party at Mc Donald's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. You've gone thru this nodding your head in agreement  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. "Don't worry, Be happy!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. You wore like 8 pair of socks over tights w/high top Reeboks  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. You wore socks scrunched down  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Boom boxes vs. Cd players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Both Gremlin movies  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. "CARE BEAR STARE!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. You remember Rainbow Bright and My Lil PonyTales  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. You thought Doogie Howser was hot!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Alf, the furry brown alien from Melmac  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. New Kids on the Block when they were cool  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Knew all the characters and there life stories on the ORIGINAL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved By the Bell  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Know all the words to Bon Jovi- SHOT THRU THE HEART  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. You just sang it to yourself  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. You remember when Mullets were cool  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. You tight rolled your pants  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. You owned a banana clip!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a kid of the late 80's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113269471731957408?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113269471731957408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113269471731957408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113269471731957408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113269471731957408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-curious.html' title='Just curious'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113257528113549426</id><published>2005-11-20T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:14:42.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened</title><content type='html'>Well some poor soul finally managed to get me in a "committed" relationship. Can you believe it! I stopped running, even refer to him as my "boyfriend." Big step for all who know me. Strangely I am very excited. Several things I am trying this time:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't over analyze&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't anticipate the future&lt;br /&gt;3. Do enjoy the moment&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be so critical&lt;br /&gt;5. Do express my appreciation&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are many more things on my check list but for the moment those will do. Now, back to your regularly scheduled update.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I actually came home at 1 and didn't work the rest of the day. This week has been extremely rough at work. Several things are going on and I spent the week reminding myself why I love what I do. Additionally, I knew I would be working on thanksgiving goody bags for hours over the course of the weekend, so my afternoon off is justified. I planned on grilling pork chops for dinner... but, remember a few months ago I left the grill on. Yeah so grilling didn't happen, instead I tried to cook the thick pork chops on a George Forman grill. That took forever. We ate then watched the Pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was uneventful. Played with he puppies outside for a while then Josh put my dining room table together, and we ate lunch. After lunch the Iron Bowl came on ugh that was terrible! Josh went home at half time to get ready for a mission trip. I spent the afternoon and night doing odd things around the house (never did vacuum though).&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept late and almost talked myself out of going to church. About 10:30 I decided I should go and went to Ladonia Baptist Church. The message was good, but the people were not overly friendly to a visitor who what obviously there alone. Came home and started putting the goody bags together. Can you say 5 hours? The breakdown is as follows: 1 hour to cut out the cards and punch a hole in them, 30 mins to mix the ingredients, 2 hours to stuff 50 bags, 1.5 hours to tie the cute little ribbon on.&lt;br /&gt;All in all the weekend was great now it is off to work for this very short week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113257528113549426?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113257528113549426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113257528113549426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113257528113549426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113257528113549426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-happened.html' title='It happened'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113219684980498122</id><published>2005-11-16T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:07:29.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You people suck!</title><content type='html'>Trey and Charlie are the best! Everyone else sucks for not commenting.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff is good right now, not great but good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113219684980498122?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113219684980498122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113219684980498122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113219684980498122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113219684980498122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-people-suck.html' title='You people suck!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113124080520670878</id><published>2005-11-05T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T19:33:25.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing well</title><content type='html'>I am doing surprisingly well being single. This weekend I stayed at home (leaving only to take my trash to the dump and pick up Wendy's) I did laundry *first time in over 3 weeks* turns out I have about 40 pairs of underwear, cleaned the master bathroom, unloaded the dishwasher, got addicted to facebook, watched football (ROLL TIDE), and walked for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;I have however decided I need a roommate preferably someone with a green thumb, my yard is a death trap with me taking care of it. Still haven't decided if I am going to the gump t/m I need to finish my work b4 Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Someone leave me a comment (I ain't to proud to beg) I feel neglected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113124080520670878?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113124080520670878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113124080520670878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113124080520670878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113124080520670878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/doing-well.html' title='Doing well'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113120024839864078</id><published>2005-11-05T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:17:28.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So i have a good life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="154" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="134" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="146" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="166" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 8.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="112" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 5.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="58" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 2.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="178" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 8.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113120024839864078?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113120024839864078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113120024839864078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113120024839864078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113120024839864078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-have-good-life.html' title='So i have a good life'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113084985155467135</id><published>2005-11-01T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T06:57:33.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree that these shirts are degrading, but a &lt;a href="http://pittsburghlive.com/x/tribune-review/s_387780.html"&gt;girlcott&lt;/a&gt;? I wish people would understand that names exist that are gender biased. Pick battles and focus on one at a time. By changing this from a boycott to a girlcott, it takes the focus off of the real issue.&lt;br /&gt;To add to this I don't find these shirts funny, but if you want to wear them fine. I just don't see myself wearing something that implies I am stupid. They have some mild ones &lt;a href="http://www.abercrombie.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product_10051_10901_1_-1_12251"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113084985155467135?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113084985155467135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113084985155467135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113084985155467135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113084985155467135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-agree-that-these-shirts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113081357857229720</id><published>2005-10-31T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:52:58.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend was so much fun! Friday night I went to Heather’s engagement party at her aunt’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I walked in she ran to meet me and we jumped up and down and screamed. Meanwhile her family was looking like who in the world is this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yay I am her Maid of Honor that’s who! Then I went to Diflipo’s with my mom and little bro and his friend Alex. Diflipo’s is this pizza place in Ozark it has the best pizza (better than pizza hut ;) even) and an amazing Italian Sub! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday morning we got up and Michael took forever to get ready. We finally left an hour or so after we had planned the drive down wasn’t that bad. We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.hipcbeach.com/"&gt;Holiday Inn SunSpree&lt;/a&gt; the beach was beautiful! Momma laid out while Michael, Alex and I went for about a mile long walk on the beach from the motel to Pineapple Willy’s. We were walking on a sandbar ankle deep and suddenly Alex stepped off of it and fell in up to his chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Michael turned around and stayed dry, but I kept walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time the sandbar ended the water was waist deep for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In case you were wondering, the &lt;st1:place&gt;Gulf  of Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt; is chilly this time of year think low 70’s.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday night Michael wanted to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.pineapplewillys.com/spherepage.html"&gt;Pineapple Willy’s&lt;/a&gt;, it was the worst food ever and $88 for four people. We could have gone to the &lt;a href="http://www.thetreasureship.com/"&gt;Treasure Ship&lt;/a&gt; for that! Then we went to Cobra and rode go carts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I almost overtook Michael from three cars back! If Alex had gotten out of my way about 100ft sooner I would have won! Oh well it was lot’s of fun. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went back to the motel and momma and I went out to the hot tub.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we were out there a guy started hitting on her. Later she made a comment about having a grown daughter, and he looked very confused. She then told him I was her daughter. He asked, “Just how old are you?” When she said 42 I thought he would drown in the hot tub. So my question is this: you are a 33 yr old guy, do you hit on me or my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so funny. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday we went out in the ocean for about an hour, very cold. The water was so pretty I had to go out in it. We stayed out up to our shoulders until the boys disappeared from the beach. Those wimps were tired and went back up to the room to watch TV. For lunch we went to &lt;a href="http://www.see-panamacitybeach.com/moreinfo.php3?ZID23=696&amp;page=dining&amp;amp;ClassID=10"&gt;Sweet Basil’s&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time we got back to Ozark the boys had gotten on my last nerve. I hopped in my car and came back home. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pets were happy to see me when I got here, the dogs ran right in and to the kennel for the night. I guess they got cold over the weekend. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113081357857229720?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113081357857229720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113081357857229720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113081357857229720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113081357857229720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/10/beach-trip.html' title='Beach trip'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-113035960085233044</id><published>2005-10-26T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:46:40.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Single... Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I keep thinking that my life will settle down soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have, in recent hours, come to the conclusion that….*Drum Roll Please* I have relationship ADD!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s true. Now I know some of you are formulating your response already, but please read on with an open mind.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s look at the facts: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Relationship #1&lt;br /&gt;Great guy, motivated, hard working, nicely dressed, hard body, cool family&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What I didn’t like… Clingy and his *prepare yourself* teeth!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those two things drove me nuts. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Relationship #2&lt;br /&gt;again great guy, successful, determined, motivated, helpful, supportive, complimenting, Great Family!&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t like … still not sure just wasn’t happening&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on but those are recent and fresh on my mind. The point is that when I get what I want, I become bored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I setting myself up for a bad relationship?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationships I stay emotionally attached to are always the ones that are somewhat unhealthy. Like I have that grass is greener on the other side mentality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is terrible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I enjoy being independent, but I would like to find “the one” soon.  I hate coming home to only 3 dogs and a cat. I miss the interaction with friends. I like cooking dinner and talking about the day with someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you aren’t supposed to look for romance, but geez I dislike being alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is ok for some girls to stay single till their late 20’s or even later, but I sure hope I meet someone soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of that to say friends and sisters start playing match maker again. I have extinguished yet another relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-113035960085233044?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/113035960085233044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=113035960085233044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113035960085233044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/113035960085233044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/10/single-again.html' title='Single... Again'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112967469298586245</id><published>2005-10-18T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:31:32.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio</title><content type='html'>Thursday: Leave for Ohio at 11:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Breakfast in Bowling Green around 9 followed by shopping on the square with Marla...(De and Tocco hate the wraps we bought)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/wraps1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/wraps1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it to Toledo around 10:30 checked into the motel and slept for a few hours. Sometime later we went to Megan's parents' house for the rehearsal dinner...There was a keg...and Vodka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 9:00 am!! Megan calls Marla to finish last min wedding things. Two things I learned from this, Kinkos is the best ever and make sure the person running errands the day of the wedding is familiar with the town!&lt;br /&gt;4:15 pm Marla and I park the car and sprint through the tunnel back to the motel to get ready for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;4:45 Trolly is full&lt;br /&gt;5:00 Get in trolly to go to the wedding "I am sure they won't start on time" said Tocco&lt;br /&gt;5:10  Follow Megan up the isle... Guess he was wrong&lt;br /&gt;after the wedding De ask, "Why would someone call me donkey?"&lt;br /&gt;6:00 the reception begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Biscuits%20at%20Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Biscuits%20at%20Wedding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun times were had by all...&lt;br /&gt;Post wedding reception: Durty Bird Bar "I want to try a beer" "What would you like?" ask Tocco "A Heineken!" after unsuccessfully trying to get me to change my order he gets me a heineken... GROSS but I let pride get the best of me and choked down half b4 leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Where's Marla... ok we got her 30 mins later Dammit where's Marla&lt;br /&gt;10:30 leave for Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;10:30pm arrive in Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;Long but great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112967469298586245?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112967469298586245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112967469298586245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112967469298586245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112967469298586245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/10/ohio.html' title='Ohio'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112864446394855394</id><published>2005-10-06T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:21:03.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;to post&lt;br /&gt;graduation&lt;br /&gt;pics!&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im0006991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im0006991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristin (Grand little)&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Anna (Little Sis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112864446394855394?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112864446394855394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112864446394855394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112864446394855394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112864446394855394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/10/these-are-late.html' title='These are late'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112839432942741849</id><published>2005-10-03T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:52:09.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="'border:1px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      You are a      &lt;center&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span shmolor="#a8a8a8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(28% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/center&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      and an...      &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span shmolor="#a8a8a8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(33% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/center&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      You are best described as a:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totalitarian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;table id="thetable" name="thetable" background="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="231"&gt;          &lt;td width="87"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="287"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr height="143"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="87"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="287"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;table id="thetable" name="thetable" background="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="231"&gt;          &lt;td width="87"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="287"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr height="143"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="87"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="287"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/politics'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'"&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112839432942741849?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112839432942741849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112839432942741849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112839432942741849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112839432942741849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-social-conservative-28.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112743712804575756</id><published>2005-09-22T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:58:48.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>growing up sucks...&lt;br /&gt;can i please go back a few years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112743712804575756?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112743712804575756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112743712804575756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112743712804575756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112743712804575756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/09/growing-up-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112696522373875220</id><published>2005-09-17T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:53:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure about this one</title><content type='html'>I am the person always nagging my friends to update. In recent weeks I should be nagging myself. Sorry guys nothing worth writing about has happened. Well except for being Crowned Miss Russell County Agriculture, and my work partner leaving, but I don't have pics of the first item yet so I just didn't mention it before. I don't have much to update on today but I saw this quiz on Ricky's LJ and had to take it. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=8445"&gt;"What kind of eyes do you have? (with pictures)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://67.15.137.163/quiz2/8445/res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moonlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You have moonlight eyes.  Moonlight is the color of mystery.  Your eyes symbolize your ability to see yourself as others see you.  You have finesse for letting other people know what you think.  You have a soothing and calming ability that you may or may not know about.  You have the awesome ability to draw a person's negative energy out and replace it with a positive energy; the world needs more people like you.  Some words to describe you:  patient, self-controlled, perseverance, insightful, reflective, understanding, serene, and caring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I agree with some of these things. I am interested in your feedback. Also I will try and reframe from putting pictures on this site where I look "To grown up" according to Cathy. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112696522373875220?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112696522373875220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112696522373875220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112696522373875220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112696522373875220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-sure-about-this-one.html' title='Not sure about this one'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112580066135252325</id><published>2005-09-03T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:24:21.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000733.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000746.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for making my birthday special! My family celebrated Emily, Pappa, and my b-day last sunday here are pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112580066135252325?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112580066135252325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112580066135252325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112580066135252325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112580066135252325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday week'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112455012749664023</id><published>2005-08-20T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:02:07.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so did everyone get a good laugh at my oven? Well I have learned my lesson, I have no business baking! I will stick to cooking I can handle that. Last weekend was fantastic thanks to a special someone. How amazing it is to know that I am good enough for you without even trying. This week a gave two presentations 1) Balcony People: The Art of Affirmation and 2)Humor: The Flavor of Life. Both of these topics led me to a self check of my attitude toward my friends and myself. I hope you can all say that I am in the balcony of your sub-conscience cheering you on and encouraging you to chase your dreams. I also hope I will always be able to laugh at myself. Sometimes I get so serious that I forget to have fun. To my sisters and friends enjoy your years at HC they will fly by. I hope each of you have a wonderful school year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Dogs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rastus (my dad's dog)     Belle, Spi, and Pebbles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112455012749664023?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112455012749664023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112455012749664023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112455012749664023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112455012749664023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly update'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112389663072979132</id><published>2005-08-12T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:30:30.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000722.jpg" alt="" 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/8972327-112389663072979132?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112389663072979132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112389663072979132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112389663072979132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112389663072979132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-cook.html' title='I Can&apos;t Cook'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112381099766697367</id><published>2005-08-11T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:44:54.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; updated this... Sorry. It isn't as if you people really care what is going on b/c no one leaves comments. I am kidding I do this more for myself than for you anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;Work has been crazy lately I have been balancing one thing after another and I am not seeing any visible results. A big and important part of my job is to get new patients (pts), kind of a double edged sword. Getting new is good for me and my job security, but it also means someone is dying. It has been hard to ajust to this. I know in my soul why I moved away from everyone I love for a job that I am unsure of, because I was so touched by the company when my grandparents had it. However in the last few months I have discovered some very important things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a perfectionist. That is why my projects never get done until the last min. I am always scrapping ideas and starting over.&lt;br /&gt;2) I like to work in an organized structured environment. Don't get me wrong there is always structure in my work but for the job I have I feel completely out in the dark sometimes. I feel very unqualified to "sale" anything but jewelry. Saling jewelry I was good at. Hospice on the otherhand... Not so good at.&lt;br /&gt;3) I miss my friends.  Leaving my hometown was easy because I didn't have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; friends. Leaving Montgomery has been very hard. I miss those people who I saw everyday. It hasn't been easy to meet people my age over here.&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;4) I do get overwhelmed and stressed out when left alone. It was so easy not to "melt down" in Montgomery. Someone was always having a worse day than me. I have always been the sunny person who helps others out. Being over here has taken that away from me. I don't know what is going on in some people's life's and I am left to deal solely with my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am saying is I am very happy but also very sad. I miss everyone so much and I keep falling behind in work projects. I will make it though and I know I have great friends who are never more than a phone call away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112381099766697367?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112381099766697367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112381099766697367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112381099766697367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112381099766697367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/08/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112324595260403091</id><published>2005-08-05T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T07:45:52.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>I am going to montgomery for the weekend.  Give me a call if you miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112324595260403091?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112324595260403091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112324595260403091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112324595260403091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112324595260403091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112315908088844894</id><published>2005-08-04T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T07:38:00.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/menjim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/menjim.jpg" alt="" 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/8972327-112315908088844894?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112315908088844894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112315908088844894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112315908088844894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112315908088844894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/08/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112268629312066943</id><published>2005-07-29T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:18:13.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/1600/Im000717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2921/634/320/Im000717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has occured to me that I have not posted a picture of my new house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112268629312066943?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112268629312066943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112268629312066943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112268629312066943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112268629312066943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-house.html' title='My house'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112237659439181115</id><published>2005-07-26T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T06:16:34.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>awwww</title><content type='html'>I just looked at pictures from freshman year, and I can't believe how much we have all grown up. Cathy, Becca, and Brannon I miss you all so much. I don't like this growing up business. Can't we go back to that first night of taboo and pop-corn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112237659439181115?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112237659439181115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112237659439181115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112237659439181115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112237659439181115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/awwww.html' title='awwww'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112155513714471603</id><published>2005-07-16T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:05:37.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week</title><content type='html'>Okay, so that whole I love my job time is over. Reality has set in and I am exhausted after work each day. Honestly if I let it be my job is somewhat depressing. I mean I ask people if they know anyone who is dying. Obviously I believe that Hospice is a great service; I know my family would have been lost without it. Still I feel like a mental patient when I begin thinking about people as potential patients. I have to keep my eyes on the goal of becoming regional administrator otherwise I think I will shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was going to cut my front yard today however the ground is still wet from all the rain and I got the mower stuck. No worries the boy across the street came over to help me get it unstuck and he is going to cut my grass (only the front and side yards) from now on. Remember when I moved I wanted the ability to cut my own grass not necessarily doing it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my little cousin's 8th Birthday. I have gotten to be more of an aunt than a cousin to all of them because I am so much older. He is a sweet little guy very shy, but very smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112155513714471603?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112155513714471603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112155513714471603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112155513714471603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112155513714471603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-week.html' title='Long week'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112130220248263577</id><published>2005-07-13T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:50:02.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights from the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday: Today was a very stressful day at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a message on my cell phone from my supervisor, and she has a very accusing sounding voice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I dread calling her back all day luckily when I did call back I got her voicemail too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also it was raining this morning and I had no power so I felt like a drowned rat all day. Finally, the CEO of the company was in town and since it was raining, I stayed in the office most of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well this is bad since I get paid to be out marketing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the way I looked today I had no business being out marketing. It was a lose-lose situation all day. My bright spot happened after work…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SETTING: &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; has been here all weekend helping me do stuff around the house. His project today was to install the motion detector light outside. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THE CONVERSATION: &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Alton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;: &lt;/i&gt;Well, I installed it on the back light and it didn’t work, then I installed it on the front light and it didn’t work so I came in and read the directions. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ok so it isn’t nearly as funny reading it second hand, but rest assured it was hilarious when it happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; left about 7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t think I would but I started crying and couldn’t stop for about 15 mins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will see him on Friday but it is so weird to know he is more than a phone call and 10 miles away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for all your help this weekend!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112130220248263577?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112130220248263577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112130220248263577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112130220248263577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112130220248263577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/highlights-from-week.html' title='highlights from the week'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112078908810668027</id><published>2005-07-07T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:18:08.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This will be the last entry for a few weeks due to the fact that Cable TV of East Alabama has a monopoly in the area I am moving to and will not be able to hook up my internet and TV until July 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Never fear however I will be bored so I plan to type an update on word and post them when I get internet back. Today was fantastic! I got to call bingo, got a referral from a doctor who has refused to use us for 6 years, and made nurses happy with an afternoon of cookies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love what I do! Friday will be the first night I spend in my new house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you all know I am a scaredy cat so &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; will be over there the first night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan to take over peaches and my food and the rest of the stuff left in the bathroom over in the morning which means I need to get up when my alarm goes off at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="17"&gt;5:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With that said good night and I leave you with this song to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So here we are in the same old spot knowing something needs to happen but our mouths are locked Tongue tied closed tight sealed shut yup i tried hard but it just wasn't enough &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;it's on the tip of my tongue it's on the front of my mind yet the words were still so hard to find finally the reality of things that come and push me to the edge I jumped off the cliff into the abyss as I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance I just think we can do better than this that was simply my two cents you can you can take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation lingered on and on and before I knew it night had turned to dawn and we'll be searching for the truth in all of this ha are we debating just to win the argument cause none of us wanna hear about where we go wrong this song could easily be from me to you or me to john cause I have the potential to be the guiltiest ha my greatest strength is also my strongest weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance I just think we can do better than this that was simply my two cents you can you can take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance I just think we can do better than this that was simply my two cents you can you can take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about this path that we're taking let's think about this future we're creating let's think about it come on think about it let’s think about this time we're spending investing on monetary things that are ending let's think about it then let's think about it and let's think about what we can do to make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance I just think we can do better than this that was simply my two cents you can you can take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance I just think we can do better than this that was simply my two cents you can you can take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance I just think we can do better than this that was simply my two cents you can you can take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(we can and we will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;John Reuben “&lt;a class="link" href="http://www.purevolume.com/johnreuben" target="_blank"&gt;Nuisance&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112078908810668027?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112078908810668027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112078908810668027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112078908810668027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112078908810668027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-will-be-last-entry-for-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112039681455248881</id><published>2005-07-03T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:20:14.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week :)</title><content type='html'>I think what a week covers how I am feeling well. I moved yesterday, and after my family was gone and it was just me in my new house I felt very overcome yet satisfied. Just think no more annoying leaky faucets for me to bug my dad to fix, no more having to leave during bad weather, and best of all no more freakin' speedbumps! I have nice neighbors I think I should find out better today. After moving yesterday my aunt Jeanne and I scrubbed baseboards and scuffmarks from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Funny story time...&lt;br /&gt;as I mentioned before, there is no water at my house yet, so last night I drove back over to Montgomery for the sole purpose of getting a nice hot shower. You need to take a min. To understand how much I was looking forward to this shower. As I got closer I realized my trailer park was dark. I started prying "haha ok God not funny" then pleading, "Please all I want is a hot shower" to no avail. I mustered up the courage to take a shower in the dark, I really have always been afraid of the dark. It was a hot shower so that was good. Now normally a power outage wouldn't be a problem, but I had packed everything up including candles and flashlights. I was in complete darkness for an hour before I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to go back to Phenix City to "finish" unpacking today (yeah right). My goal is no more boxes after three weeks! See you all soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112039681455248881?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112039681455248881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112039681455248881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112039681455248881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112039681455248881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-week.html' title='What a week :)'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-112022273625746387</id><published>2005-07-01T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T07:58:56.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>I signed my life away on a million dotted lines yesterday, but i am now a homeowner! I should have taken today off, but i have a presentation at 1:00. I am so happy it is friday! Alton is bringing pizza over tonight and i get to spend some quality time with him before i leave. Well, it is now 8:00 and i have to leave. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;od &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;riday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-112022273625746387?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/112022273625746387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=112022273625746387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112022273625746387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/112022273625746387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111992240099587626</id><published>2005-06-27T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:33:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;When My Dreams Come True Lyrics&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Rebecca Lynn  Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well I'm no different than the average girl&lt;br /&gt;My dreams wrap around the  world&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be living somewhere in France&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come  true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a big boat waitin' on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride it out to  sea&lt;br /&gt;And Ill get up on the roof and dance&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come  true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find the perfect guy&lt;br /&gt;Whose heart beats just like mine&lt;br /&gt;And  his great ambition will be me&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll say,  "Honey,you sure look nice tonight"&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;And he'll beat all you've  ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;For eternity&lt;br /&gt;When they turn  into&lt;br /&gt;My reality&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm  sleepin' please don't wake me up&lt;br /&gt;At least this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll know what I'm  gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;For eternity&lt;br /&gt;When they turn  into&lt;br /&gt;My reality&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111992240099587626?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111992240099587626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111992240099587626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111992240099587626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111992240099587626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-like-this-song.html' title='I like this song'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111940100666175352</id><published>2005-06-21T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:43:26.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how right is this? leave feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: August 31&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="    font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday suggests that you are a good organizer and manager, an energetic and dependable worker; attributes often showing success in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious and sincere, you have the patience and determination necessary to accomplish a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your approach can be original, but often rigid and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity may be present, but feeling are likely to be repressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good with detail and insist on accuracy, but at times scatter energies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical thinker, but not without imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love travel and don't like to live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should probably marry early, for responsibility is necessary for your stability.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/8972327-111940100666175352?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111940100666175352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111940100666175352' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111940100666175352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111940100666175352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-right-is-this-leave-feedback.html' title='how right is this? leave feedback'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111911994497400801</id><published>2005-06-18T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:39:04.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly update</title><content type='html'>Last week went by quickly. This week was a different story. I felt like there were 12 Mondays to my week! I was completely unproductive at work. Only saw like 15 Dr.'s but I had two in-services, a golf tournament, and a PR meeting. I have slightly over a week before I close on the house! I am very excited. I got to see all of my sisters last night and Julie stayed here. That was fun. Today I have been trying to pack at least one more box and do some laundry, but I am about to leave or I will never get home in time to swim. I hope you all have a nice week! I should be at home every night this week if anyone would like to lend a hand packing, here is your invite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111911994497400801?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111911994497400801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111911994497400801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111911994497400801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111911994497400801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly update'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111852669742897650</id><published>2005-06-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T16:51:37.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Saturday again? I don't understand how life is flying by so quickly these days. It seems like there was a Monday and Friday of this last week. I have no clue where the middle days went. My 90 day probation is over and if my boss would fill out my evaluation and watch me do my Hospice 101 Presentation then I would get my $2000 bonus. I definitely need that with all the moving expenses I am about to incur. You may be wondering why I haven't put any pics of my new house up. The truth is I haven't reinstalled my camera software from having my computer reformatted several weeks ago. I should do that today... But alas I can't for I am about to drive the hour and a half home and then back here just to take some paperwork I should have sent back with my mom last week for insurance. Dang I hate driving. But I think Alton or Cathy may go with me and that would be nice. I will try to update before next Saturday but no promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111852669742897650?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111852669742897650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111852669742897650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111852669742897650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111852669742897650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111794291618305226</id><published>2005-06-04T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:41:56.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard sale saddness</title><content type='html'>Today was the big yard sale i have been waiting on so that i could unload some of my junk for money.  Well to look on the bright side, i did make the most of anyone out there.  I made a whopping, are you ready for this, $22 today.  I did take the rest to charity though so that will be a nice tax deduction at the end of the year.  Alton and my mom are waiting on me to go so I will update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111794291618305226?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111794291618305226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111794291618305226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111794291618305226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111794291618305226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/06/yard-sale-saddness.html' title='Yard sale saddness'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111762868214185506</id><published>2005-06-01T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:24:42.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I was hired at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wiregrasshospice.org/"&gt;Wiregrass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, I worked as a temp at a bank. That job taught me 1) I hate answering phones and 2) I hate being inside all day. I'm not sure if any of you really know what I do at Wiregrass Hospice, so I will tell you now. My ultimate goal is to get doctors to refer patients to Wiregrass Hospice, and to educate the community about the company. I am in and out of my car at least 10 times a day. My job means 1) I don't answer phones, and 2) I am very rarely inside all day. I love my job. Yesterday was a new experience. It rained all day long. I am terrible about remembering to take an umbrella. You can imagine what kind of fun day I had. Today the forecast is rain... I think I have some paperwork to catch up on ;) I will be in Columbus for the night; call me cause it gets boring in that motel room all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111762868214185506?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111762868214185506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111762868214185506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111762868214185506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111762868214185506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my Job'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111723627144539151</id><published>2005-05-27T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:24:31.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>Guess who signed a contract on a house today... give up? ME! That's right if all goes well I will join the ranks of the forever indebted on June 27th. Happy Days! This weekend I am going with Alton and Brad to Mississippi for many random events including Biscuits game, Beach time, and watching them loose money at the casino. Should make for an interesting post next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111723627144539151?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111723627144539151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111723627144539151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111723627144539151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111723627144539151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111681569577058487</id><published>2005-05-22T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:34:55.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>First congrats to my old high school G.W.Long on there most recent state baseball title. I went out to the game Friday night and was able to see many of my old friends. Randi and Kyle came out to the house for a while it was great talking to them. Next anytime the word virgin is in the title of a movie it is bound to be more of a porn than a comedy. Would have liked to know that before watching the movie Friday. Saturday is a bit of a blur I slept till 12 then went to see Monster in Law with Cathy great movie! Today I had every intention to go to church but slept through my alarm. I cleaned the bathroom, packed books and picture frames and other random breakable things so I will be ready to move when I finally find the right house. Now I am procrastinating from doing work I should have gotten done Friday afternoon. Guess I will get back to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111681569577058487?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111681569577058487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111681569577058487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111681569577058487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111681569577058487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111655793078168748</id><published>2005-05-19T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:58:50.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>First I would like to say that church was very helpful Sunday morning. The message to graduates incorporated many of my favorite verses. This helps to reassure me that my life does have a purpose, a fact I never really lost sight of.&lt;br /&gt;Now to address those anonymous commenters. Had you taken the time to read past entries or my profile you would understand that I am a very happy and satisfied person. Like most people however I sometimes feel a bit overwhelmed. Never once have I thought things were going wrong, plans just changed and I know beyond a doubt that God is in control. The previous post was simply a written out prayer that I had with God. He knows my heart and knows it is not one of discontent. Everyday I thank Him for my family, health as bad as it sometimes seems, and my successes. You see I could be a "mad at the world" person I wake up in extreme pain everyday yet I hold down a regular job and make personal sacrifices to stay as healthy as possible. It is only by God's grace and the outstanding role model my mother has been that I am able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I further suggest that if you wish to comment on my blog in a negative manor you at least leave the link to your own journal so that I and my friends may comment about what I conclude is probably a very whinny entry. To build each other up is a far better use of the time God has given us. In the future if there is not something positive to say I do ask that you don't say it unless you are one of my dear friends who may need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111655793078168748?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111655793078168748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111655793078168748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111655793078168748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111655793078168748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111611817430826618</id><published>2005-05-14T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:49:34.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok God What Now</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;So You have successfully changed every plan I ever made about my future. I am now just gonna wait on You. How's that sound? Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining at all, but what's next am I supposed to continue driving for 3 hours a day just to get to work and back? And, just how long do you plan on me doing this singles thing? I gotta tell you I'm not loving it. There is just one more thing right now, how about stop letting me get my hopes up about things and then them not working out. That would be very nice and considerate if I could stop being disappointed everytime I turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a Bunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111611817430826618?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111611817430826618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111611817430826618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111611817430826618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111611817430826618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-god-what-now.html' title='Ok God What Now'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111508877908265424</id><published>2005-05-02T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:52:59.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No time</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am looking for a house in Smiths Station or Phenix City and have had very little luck. I graduate on Saturday and that is exciting. I am still loving my job, but not the hour and a half commute. My little bro's dog had puppies so now I really need a house with a fenced in back yard. Finally, Formal was great look for pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111508877908265424?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111508877908265424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111508877908265424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111508877908265424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111508877908265424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-time.html' title='No time'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111447468955771478</id><published>2005-04-25T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:18:09.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no time for a real update</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111447468955771478?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111447468955771478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111447468955771478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111447468955771478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111447468955771478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-time-for-real-update.html' title='no time for a real update'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972327.post-111306564668324314</id><published>2005-04-09T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:54:06.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Again???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This week has been so crazy I can't even begin to update you on it. However, I can offer some highlights. First I put around 600 miles on my car this week. I was in Birmingham Monday, Phenix City (PC) Tuesday- Thursday, and Dadeville Friday. I went to look at houses on Wednesday. My window motor went out that night. God answers prayers all the time but rarely in the way you think He should. Finally I am single with no hope of reconciliation :( also not answered the way I had hoped, but I will accept it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have a good week I will try to update b4 next Saturday this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972327-111306564668324314?l=melanie-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/111306564668324314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972327&amp;postID=111306564668324314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111306564668324314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972327/posts/default/111306564668324314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-nicole.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-again.html' title='Saturday Again???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124456600330677049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a708.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_b5e1665f2f2fa6c0e060b735e75e9f6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
