<?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-7223514636810579231</id><updated>2011-08-01T21:50:39.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah ya are</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2927651519469638241</id><published>2010-06-03T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:41:37.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update.</title><content type='html'>so here's the latest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my store manager (boss) is no longer with the company.  so i was trying to run the store for weeks.  i've never been good at doing two people's job in 40 hours/week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found our my paternal grandfather passed away... almost two weeks after it happened.  my dad didn't tell me or invite me to the funeral which was in grand prairie.  he still hasn't talked/called/emailed/texted.  found out thru the gossip mill that he did, however, bring his fiancee... so i lost a grandfather AND a dad.  excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my transmission went out in my car on the drive home from work @ 12:30am last friday night.  i coasted into an aparement complex a block from my house.  i got to push it into a spot all by myself.  after getting it towed, renting a car, etc.,etc.,etc... it'll be $3500 to fix.  also excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i transferred to the southlake store to cut back on my commute.  my drive went from an hour each way to 20 minutes.  i'm still trying to learn names/faces, but i'm excited to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma had a health scare tuesday - chest pain, an ambulance ride and a night in the las colinas medical center later, she's back home.  but the 24 hours of stress/worry added at least a couple of grey hairs (to add to the hundreds that are already there under the cover of hair dye...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping june turns out to be a decent month.  we shall see..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2927651519469638241?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2927651519469638241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2927651519469638241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2927651519469638241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2927651519469638241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-update.html' title='quick update.'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-5264597476387975826</id><published>2010-02-21T18:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:01:08.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just got back from my amazing, fantastic, incredible and fabbbbbulous trip to NYC with Mom. Having never been to the Big Apple, I really wanted to make sure I saw just about everything... and I think we did for the most part. So here are the highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the Salisbury Hotel on W 57th.  It was within easy walking distance to Central Park, Times Square and all the big Broadway Shows.  It was great to stay right in Midtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440879869118776498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HjafhmBLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3vAw-sP_yJo/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Patrick's Cathedral - it was really beautiful &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440862822831852706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HT6RKFjKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/V6LEHRTflpw/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440862817321566066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HT58oVP3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/PBfIljkOc2M/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The architecture was incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440862811238270482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HT5l99hhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ta61rWRAjjE/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockefeller Center was so fun. Lots of people from all over the world. We ate at the Rock Center Cafe just next to the ice rink. Soooo tasty and great view of falling skaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440869173464040866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HZr7GyhaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gNcpCYGTyuQ/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;From the top of the rock, looking downtown toward the financial district&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865447013781698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HWTA_0EMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/e9jrb7A6xSA/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" /&gt;Hellllllo new Facebook profile picture... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440869138051776178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HZp3L2PrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-Zd8VJDG8gM/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked by Mercedes Benz Fashion Week as tons of models, editors and fashion industry peeps were arriving for a show. E! was there, and it was a rush being there to see it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865456356371554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HWTjzQrGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/blrjTUd4RYI/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times Square - crowded, but really beautiful with all the billboards and lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865466098066786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HWUIF3JWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/j5i4AapK9cA/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw three shows - Wicked (AMAZING!), Mamma Mia (fun + really hot guys), Chicago (great dancing and Michelle Williams from Destiny's Child as "Roxy Hart"). Here's Mom outside Wicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865474316774370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HWUmtWq-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kv40Nhdgn8s/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Awwww, I really DO love NY. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865478968441026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HWU4CZeMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HD1M526tNAM/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We only got to one museum - American Natural History Museum. It was a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440869185844981346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HZspOormI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wfP2WQrvnW4/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" /&gt; We had lunch Thursday at the Loeb Boat House in Central Park. Another tasty meal with a great (albeit frozen) view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440872245360876898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4Hceu0EXWI/AAAAAAAAAag/JSl4Y3xKGCA/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" /&gt;Friday we went to the World Trade Center site. You couldn't see much behind the fences, but it was still a seriously intense experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440872257128001986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HcfapkccI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wBRj7epnho0/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a mini-museum set up next to a fire station across the street from Ground Zero. I didn't expect it to be as emotional as it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440872247155014290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4Hce1f0upI/AAAAAAAAAao/gZ4-DyYE3nE/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fire station opened the doors at one point while we were standing there. Mom went and thanked the fireman who was outside. Very cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440872263247336162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HcfxciEuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SnYf1K-IiwQ/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" /&gt; Of course while in the Financial District, we had to take a quick look at Wall Street and the NYSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440872271172348850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HcgO-AK7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/mAspZxwrZRs/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's Pizzaria in the Village was the best pizza I've ever had. After we ate I found a shelf of photos of celebrities who have eaten there... including JOHNNY DEPP, Jack Black, and Susan Sarandon. They must all like good pizza, too. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440876698875091042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4Hgh9cmWGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/RkL_glk4hAQ/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always related with Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City. So I had to get a photo on her doorstep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440876701857164626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HgiIjlLVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tA-0fcb2_u4/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" /&gt; We also checked out the Magnolia Bakery, had dinner at Delmonico's (best steak dinner EVER), walked through frozen Central Park, hiked through SoHo, saw the NBC studios, checked out a bunch of Navy boys (fleet week?! woot!) and did some serious window shopping on 5th Avenue.  I'll have to go back - didn't see the Brooklin Bridge, Ellis Island/Statue of Libery, the Subway or any of the late-night nightlife.  Oh and the cab rides were a rush - scariest and most fun ride ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-5264597476387975826?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/5264597476387975826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=5264597476387975826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5264597476387975826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5264597476387975826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-york.html' title='new york'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S4HjafhmBLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3vAw-sP_yJo/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2013146032312577266</id><published>2010-01-24T13:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:23:05.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mini catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so i'm a really bad blogger. chop it up to the holidays and working too much. so here are a few photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17340_743037539890_23927759_41775043_6669582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430398055608130338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S1ymQpV-myI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n_jEl1hWsh0/s320/100_3833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S1yr6hn18iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/p8U1q99w93k/s1600-h/100_3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430404272648221218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S1yr6hn18iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/p8U1q99w93k/s320/100_3841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S1ymQ5B-3aI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yhfD5QUkW_g/s1600-h/100_3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430398059819228578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S1ymQ5B-3aI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yhfD5QUkW_g/s320/100_3845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2013146032312577266?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2013146032312577266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2013146032312577266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2013146032312577266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2013146032312577266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2010/01/mini-catch-up.html' title='mini catch up'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/S1ymC-82jjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_SzJfSwNYPw/s72-c/100_3830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-150897739617742243</id><published>2009-10-20T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:45:07.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm killin' time before bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Current Playlist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh the randomness i'm currently listening to is rather ridiculous.  it includes (but isn't limited to):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cat stevens&lt;/strong&gt;, beyonce, frank sinatra, &lt;strong&gt;adele&lt;/strong&gt;, owl city, idina menzel, miley cyrus, &lt;strong&gt;melody gardot&lt;/strong&gt;, bangles, beatles, pussycat dolls, britney spears, jill scott, counting crows, billy joel, barry manilow, &lt;strong&gt;dave matthews&lt;/strong&gt;, paramore, michael jackson, &lt;strong&gt;john mayer&lt;/strong&gt;, death cab for cutie, diana ross, dixie chicks, eagles, elton john, duran duran, taylor swift, james taylor, josh groban, kelly clarkson, &lt;strong&gt;kate nash&lt;/strong&gt;, robin thicke, billy idol, &lt;strong&gt;lily allen&lt;/strong&gt;, kenny chesney, &lt;strong&gt;lady gaga&lt;/strong&gt;, monkees, mary j. blige, kenny chesney, mika, sarah mclachlan, tina turner, &lt;strong&gt;p!nk&lt;/strong&gt;, pearl jam, rihanna, sheryl crow, tears for fears, &lt;strong&gt;u2&lt;/strong&gt;, tlc, and the soundtracks to chicago, wicked, &lt;strong&gt;rent&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;glee&lt;/strong&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Guilty Pleasure:&lt;/strong&gt; watching &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"sex and the city"&lt;/span&gt; every day before going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Color:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - so much so that i keep a pink scarf tied to my bag, that way i've always got something pink going on... because really, i wear black all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Drink:&lt;/strong&gt; water, milk, dr. pepper, skyy &amp;amp; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Food:&lt;/strong&gt; craving a chicken ceasar salad and tomato soup... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Favorite Show:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;glee&lt;/span&gt;! and flashforward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Wishlist:&lt;/strong&gt; new bedroom set, trip back to &lt;em&gt;europe&lt;/em&gt;, 2nd bedroom furniture, roll-top desk (okay a lot of my wishes are furniture...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Needs:&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;glass of wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the end of every work day. (and that need, for the most part, is in fact met... almost daily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Triumphs:&lt;/strong&gt; getting the ASM spot @ the hulen store (it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; penny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Bane Of My Existence: &lt;/strong&gt;awful, unappreciative people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Celebrity Crush:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; leonardo dicaprio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;then, now and forever.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Indulgence:&lt;/strong&gt; my dvr.  worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Blessing:&lt;/strong&gt; there are many - my health, my family, my friends, my job, my home, my puppy, the weather, my car, my opportunities, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty much everything in my life is good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (prettttty much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Slang:&lt;/strong&gt; idk, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Outfit:&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, black polo pretty much every day... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Excitement:&lt;/strong&gt; starbucks on the drive home, new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; downloads, great tv shows on the dvr, being awake at an hour when things are actually open and therefore feeling like a real person, waking up to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;texts&lt;/span&gt; from people i love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;  loverrrrly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Link:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;/a&gt; always entertaining... and mildly uplifting, surprisingly enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-150897739617742243?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/150897739617742243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=150897739617742243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/150897739617742243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/150897739617742243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-killin-time-before-bed.html' title='i&apos;m killin&apos; time before bed'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6356000220067388214</id><published>2009-10-12T17:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:13:10.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jack and skippy</title><content type='html'>so i was housesitting for mom for a week and got some great photos of the dogs playing. it was entertaining for me at 3am! enjoy :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOoGV69fsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aU2CJH5ArqY/s1600-h/100_3593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391838005809741506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; 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WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo4cl42jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/hpiGOxiC9iU/s320/100_3558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo6TpWHXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/C0E2g1ogyKc/s1600-h/100_3581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391838898552184178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo6TpWHXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/C0E2g1ogyKc/s320/100_3581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOoJa-cCiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Kh9QL1Sjwps/s1600-h/100_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391838058706111010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOoJa-cCiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Kh9QL1Sjwps/s320/100_3564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo5MCC4uI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JNHe6jpSxgg/s1600-h/100_3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391838879328428770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo5MCC4uI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JNHe6jpSxgg/s320/100_3566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo7DnkMwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1oFj1f14oCc/s1600-h/100_3565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391838911429620482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOo7DnkMwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1oFj1f14oCc/s320/100_3565.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/7223514636810579231-6356000220067388214?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6356000220067388214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6356000220067388214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6356000220067388214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6356000220067388214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/10/jack-and-skippy.html' title='jack and skippy'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/StOoGV69fsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aU2CJH5ArqY/s72-c/100_3593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-1113848177138911220</id><published>2009-08-28T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:30:06.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nearly september?! whhhat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuWVhwtaI/AAAAAAAAATc/f-wKmsjtKDQ/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026747793257890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuWVhwtaI/AAAAAAAAATc/f-wKmsjtKDQ/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where do i start. how about the cliff's notes version? mmmkay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to san francisco for work. i got to meet the president of old navy and our vice president of operations. i also went ahead and picked out my future office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs168.snc1/6292_689091997190_23927759_39910908_8345686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs168.snc1/6292_689091997190_23927759_39910908_8345686_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved into my townhouse. it's flawless and i love it. jack moved in with me. he's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuXCHjJ5I/AAAAAAAAATk/BM73bHAqSik/s1600-h/100_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026759762913170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuXCHjJ5I/AAAAAAAAATk/BM73bHAqSik/s320/100_3282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been working or driving to/from work in denton for no less than 60 hours a week. but hey, the vp came to visit the store (same one from SFO trip) and it went well. i think the exact words were "yeah! way to go melissa!" that dulls the pain a bit. (that's ann my store manager, jeff the vp, nolan the regional director and your's truly; please don't judge that denim wall - it was 5pm and we were totally busy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my remodel coordinator duties have taken over my days, er, nights. now 6pm is like 6am to me. i leave for work at 8pm and get home around 7am. thank goodness i've got a bestie who works nights too and is willing to go to "the hidden door" to have a cocktail with me while the sun comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still having fun - i've gotten to see some of my old school denton peeps since i'm working up there; LOVE that i got to meet little jacob john!&lt;br /&gt;and amber got married! the ceremony was in an art studio in deep ellum - kinda sketch neighborhood but LOVED the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuXk-WXXI/AAAAAAAAATs/PZNWiliqLWI/s1600-h/100_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026769119567218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuXk-WXXI/AAAAAAAAATs/PZNWiliqLWI/s320/100_3316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't look like much when i cut it down, but lemme tell you - it's been insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-1113848177138911220?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/1113848177138911220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=1113848177138911220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1113848177138911220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1113848177138911220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/08/nearly-september-whhhat.html' title='nearly september?! whhhat?'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SpfuWVhwtaI/AAAAAAAAATc/f-wKmsjtKDQ/s72-c/DSCF0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-872149082264335456</id><published>2009-07-12T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:12:35.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soo much</title><content type='html'>so lots has been happening the last month or so.  let's hit the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  i'm moving into my own place - adorable 2/1.5 townhouse.  it's in the same complex i'm in now, but i'll be living solo.  nothing bad with frank, just time for us to be grown-ups with our own homes.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  i'm not working at the irving old navy store anymore.  yesterday was my last day.  i'll be the ASM in denton until august 23rd, then the remodel coordinator for denton for 10 weeks.  i'll be landing as the ASM in the southlake training store around the beginning of november - just in time for holiday!  i was in san francisco last week for training for the remodel gig - super excited, and it was so amazing to see headquarters.  now i know where i want to go with my career, really.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  i'm getting a puppy!  i'll be bringing him home (to my new place) next sunday.  his name is jackson mark cullen... after my three favorite fictional characters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the big stuff.  i'm going to be better with the whole blog thing, really i swear.  but i've got to admit, facebook and twitter are so much more user friendly on my blackberry which is where i spend most of my free time these days.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-872149082264335456?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/872149082264335456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=872149082264335456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/872149082264335456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/872149082264335456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/07/soo-much.html' title='soo much'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-8803823477450455354</id><published>2009-05-17T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:43:14.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll let you know when i've had enough.  (not yet.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4CloOEUfyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4CloOEUfyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-8803823477450455354?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/8803823477450455354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=8803823477450455354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8803823477450455354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8803823477450455354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-let-you-know-when-ive-had-enough.html' title='i&apos;ll let you know when i&apos;ve had enough.  (not yet.)'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-3386289401361403046</id><published>2009-05-14T23:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:29:14.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8yEH2v2xPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8yEH2v2xPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-3386289401361403046?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/3386289401361403046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=3386289401361403046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3386289401361403046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3386289401361403046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-more.html' title='a little more...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-7010086601225757534</id><published>2009-05-14T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:28:19.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>insert happy face here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx50L003t-E&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx50L003t-E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-7010086601225757534?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/7010086601225757534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=7010086601225757534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7010086601225757534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7010086601225757534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/05/insert-happy-face-here.html' title=''/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-7912022598926629052</id><published>2009-05-08T20:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:00:37.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTf_1qvMeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JWykysN5rIM/s1600-h/l_b68f1ed66e5f46d0ba3d603baf79e862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333634146544595426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTf_1qvMeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JWykysN5rIM/s320/l_b68f1ed66e5f46d0ba3d603baf79e862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so the broadway tour of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is here in dallas. and of course, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i had to go&lt;/span&gt;. so i got the best ticket available for myself - thank you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third row center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ahhhhh, yes. it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so excited that i can scratch one off my bucket list: see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with original cast members!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... after the show... i waited outside the stage door, you know, just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333635912306776418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgThmnpP2WI/AAAAAAAAATM/4YzKiUJsReQ/s320/100_3007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who came out and signed autographs? oh, just a few cast members. can you say, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ANTHONY RAPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hey, another 'list' item can be knocked off the list - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MEET a member of the original broadway cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i ended up going back the next night to see it again with my friend aibi. another great show, and something i'll always ALWAYS remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTei84ZRrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fc48GysJN54/s1600-h/100_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333632550753093298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTei84ZRrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fc48GysJN54/s320/100_3001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTeMQIaX7I/AAAAAAAAASs/nqy4_oT3Hos/s1600-h/100_3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got to meet nicolette hart (who played maureen) both nights and lexi lawson (who played mimi) after the second show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTiyQzPLtI/AAAAAAAAATU/RPiGdE2t6Lg/s1600-h/100_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333637211844718290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTiyQzPLtI/AAAAAAAAATU/RPiGdE2t6Lg/s320/100_3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; her yellow bag?!?! don't worry, i asked and it's&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NINE WEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. super cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-7912022598926629052?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/7912022598926629052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=7912022598926629052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7912022598926629052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7912022598926629052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-broadway-tour-of-rent-is-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SgTf_1qvMeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JWykysN5rIM/s72-c/l_b68f1ed66e5f46d0ba3d603baf79e862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-4268462824855520342</id><published>2009-04-25T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:59:56.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>1. Started your own blog  - clearly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars  - under a tent... but i think it counts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band - high school marching band... lame, right, engh well i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii - nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower - yes.  sitting on my patio at my denton apartment with mikee.&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity - what is "more than you can afford"? but i donate when/where i can&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland! - heck yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain - actually... several.&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a Praying Mantis - i don't do bugs&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo -only behind the wheel.  in my car.  alone.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped - nope&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris - yes, but i think i was too young to fully appreciate&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched an amazing lightning storm - i live in texas.  they can't be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch - i'm crafty! so yep!&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child - no, but i did adopt a kitten years ago.  he's 18 lbs now.  guess it worked out for him.&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning - nope&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty - not yet&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables - frank, jake and i tried...&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France - yes.  it's smaller than you'd think&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train - never&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight - yes&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked - no i'm a wuss&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill - not lately.  i miss playing hookie.&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort - fort, no. snow man, yes.&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb - held? or pet?&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping - negative&lt;br /&gt;27. Ran a Marathon - no&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice - not yet&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse - not that i can remember&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset - i see the sunrise every morning on my drive home from work&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run - nope&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise - nope&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person - nope&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors - nope&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community - nope&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language - pig latin&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied - ha. never.&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person - not yet&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing - i didn't climb, but i was there when other people climbed.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David - yes&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke - yeeeeah not my best moment.&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt - nope&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant - no&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa - not yet but i want to&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight - beach, no.  been on a boat, yet.&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance - nope, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted - no&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing - nope&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person  - not yet&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris - actually yes&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving - no&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain - no&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud - yes&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater - not in yeeeears&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie - home movie... yes&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China - nope&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business - i was a photographer in college&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class - no&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia - nope&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen - sort of, it wasn't an official soup kitchen, it was a thanksgiving meal for the homeless at a church&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies - BOUGHT them is more my style&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching  -no&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason - they were actually for my roommate...&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood - of course&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving - no&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp - no&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check - engh, personal much&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter  - no&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy - yes i still have my ted e. bear&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial - yes&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar - yes&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt - helped others do it&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square - NOT YET! february 2010!&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades - no&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job - no&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London - not yet&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone - no.  but i have sprained several ankles and torn an mcl in my knee&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle - no&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person - nope&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book - nope&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican - not yet&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car - i'm a used car kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem - not yet&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper - yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible - yes&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House - not inside, but yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating - eew&lt;br /&gt;88. Had chickenpox - no&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life - maybe&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury - nope&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous - broadway famous, yes!&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club - no&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one - yep&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby - nope&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person - couple of times&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake - i've seen it, but no swimming thanks&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit - nope&lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone - it's the 21st century! hello?!&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee - no, but i had a wasp in my car that got me&lt;br /&gt;100. Visited Italy - not yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-4268462824855520342?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/4268462824855520342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=4268462824855520342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4268462824855520342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4268462824855520342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/04/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-4572535329314410811</id><published>2009-04-22T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:57:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>redefine rocks my socks off</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LL3NeX5OEdM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LL3NeX5OEdM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/66/l_8810d35aa14d46acb5d04e4011ef1e0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-4572535329314410811?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/4572535329314410811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=4572535329314410811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4572535329314410811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4572535329314410811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/04/redefine-rocks-my-socks-off.html' title='redefine rocks my socks off'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-8494548149554175229</id><published>2009-04-18T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:49:30.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edge Fest '09</title><content type='html'>My good friend Mike D. is in a band called REDEFINE.  They're in the final 10 to be the local band to play at Edge Fest on May 9.  PLEASE VOTE for the guys @ &lt;a href="http://www.kdge.com/pages/promo/EDGEFEST09/localband.html"&gt;http://www.kdge.com/pages/promo/EDGEFEST09/localband.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mike D. is on the far left - he works at the club with Frank and is awesome!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-8494548149554175229?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/8494548149554175229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=8494548149554175229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8494548149554175229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8494548149554175229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/04/edge-fest-09.html' title='Edge Fest &apos;09'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2558302909075422921</id><published>2009-02-11T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:04:42.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 best</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine was trying to come up with her five best moments of her life and her five worst. she admitted that coming up with the five worst was a lot easier than the best. being that i'm a realist (and cynic, really) i decided to see if i could come up with my own best moments without just thinking about the worst ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five best moments/days (because sometimes it lasts longer than a moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. graduating from the university of north texas, august 2-something, 2006. almost every member of my family was there along with my best friend. i had gold glitter all over the top of my cap and my family was in matching tee-shirts (it's a family tradition, don't ask). the after graudation party was great too--more friends, awesome food and a cake that said "it's about damn time." how could i NOT put it on my list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. my aunt lisa's wedding. i was only like ten years old, but i remember that i got to wear a puffy dress and then i danced all night long to the hits of the 80's. (thank you, billy idol and b52's!) that was when i discovered the party girl within... i hate that i tried to suppress that for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. the first time i was in dc, taking the tour via stretch limo with a bunch of my family members, february 2007. being the nerd i am, seeing the nation's capital was amazing enough. but i was able to frolick on the lawn in front of the capital building with my aunt lisa. that was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. elton john concert with mom in vegas, october 2008. i don't really need to say much more. it was elton john. i was with my mom. and we were in vegas. yeah, it's on the list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. moving to west village, may 2008. moving in with frank and jake to our place in the west village was like a dream come true. i still love this area more than any other place in texas. and the day when the old apartment was empty and finished and i was an official dallas resident was like coming home. that was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;other great days of note: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;climbing the eiffle tower&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;white water rafting in oregon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my 20th birthday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; hiking in colorado&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; seeing RENT for the first time&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; taking the metro to DC on my own for the first time&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my 26th birthday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; moving to denton for college&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hiking in bosnia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hosting a talent show in college solo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;making my first thanksgiving meal without help&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; going to my first nsync concert with my girl friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my last day working at THE BANK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the day i got my first car&lt;/span&gt;....... there are more. but i felt the need to stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2558302909075422921?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2558302909075422921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2558302909075422921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2558302909075422921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2558302909075422921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-best-5-worst.html' title='5 best'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-1361389753693467560</id><published>2009-02-10T19:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:41:44.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well alright.</title><content type='html'>just for the record: having a stomach virus is a bitch. nothing about it is enjoyable. (except maybe for losing a couple pounds, but even that isn't quite worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back to dallas from midland and all it's dusty-oil-george w.'s hometown-glory on friday night. after a quick night out to catch up with friends and my weekly requirement of tequila, i slept at least 12 hours to recover from the 16 hour days i had when i was on the business trip. when i rolled out of bed, that's when it hit. fever. aches. headache. the whole deal. i didn't eat that day. or sunday, when i tried to go to work... of course, i only lasted a few hours before i gave up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home from work, i called dad. we'd been playing phone tag for a few days and i figured the 13 minute drive home was the perfect opportunity. so we chatted for a bit. then the conversation went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "so, where are you? home? on a trip?"&lt;br /&gt;dad: "well, actually, i'm at my new place."&lt;br /&gt;(PAUSE)&lt;br /&gt;me: "in L.A.?"&lt;br /&gt;dad: "yep, drove the car out, found a place, all moved in."&lt;br /&gt;me: "you moved to california already?"&lt;br /&gt;dad: "yep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, he told me he was going to be flying out of LAX starting in the next few months (it's going to be April or May before he officially flys out of L.A.), but i had NO idea he was going to be moving to the west coast during the five days i was in midland. so how does that feel? shitty. he left without a goodbye. he didn't send an email to let me know when he was becoming a california resident. nothing. i wonder that if i hadn't asked... would he have told me? oh, he went on to refuse to give me his new address. said i should use his mom's in grand prairie since that's his "permanent mailing address". WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE!!!!!!!!!! my birthday celebrations are split into two nights!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saturday, Feb. 14th @ 10pm. Station 4 in Dallas. I'll be at Frank's bar--come find me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tuesday, Feb. 17th @ 7pm. Speed Zone in Dallas. We'll be driving, playing, putt-putting, drinkin'--come join the fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll update with pics sometime next week - since I'll be on vacation Feb. 13-28! YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-1361389753693467560?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/1361389753693467560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=1361389753693467560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1361389753693467560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1361389753693467560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-alright.html' title='well alright.'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-5005231368691467797</id><published>2009-01-25T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:16:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new family member</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd LOVE to introduce you to the newest member of the family... mom's new puppy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SKIPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1968/246/30/23927759/n23927759_37767727_3237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;is he not the cutest stinkin' thing you've ever seen? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 503px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1968/246/30/23927759/n23927759_37787600_5169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's a lover, not a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just what mom needed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-5005231368691467797?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/5005231368691467797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=5005231368691467797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5005231368691467797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5005231368691467797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-family-member.html' title='new family member'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-703598724247099938</id><published>2009-01-25T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:59:25.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>worky-work</title><content type='html'>hello to my blog-readin'-friends!  so i have my mildly fun updates to share.  last thursday my district manager (selena) came for our monthly store visit.  well she told me about some fun "stretch assignments" for me for 2009. &lt;br /&gt;first off, i'm going to be part of the "building the bench" program in the district.  basically it's for managers who are secure in their current positions and show the potential to do a lot more in the future.  there are meetings, mentoring for others in the district, special assignments, etc.  it's a kinda big deal, and i'm pretty honored to be included. &lt;br /&gt;secondly, my assignment for 2009 is over all the "grade 2"s.  first here's a breakdown of our core management structure: &lt;br /&gt;1. store manager&lt;br /&gt;2. assistant store manager &lt;----ME :)&lt;br /&gt;3. operations manager, service &amp;amp; training manager&lt;br /&gt;4. pricing associate, merchandise associates &lt;----GRADE 2's&lt;br /&gt;the 11 stores in the district all have between 2-3 of these grade 2's.  i'll be responsible for them.  for helping to train and develop them, for coming up with classes, conference calls, additional materials that will help them do their jobs.... it's whatever i want to make it, and my dm has high hopes for me.&lt;br /&gt;thirly, i'm going to midland, texas!  whooo!  just for a week (not a transfer--not to lonely west texas, no ma'am!) with another manager to help train 4 brand-new leaders.  it's my first real business trip, and i'm stoked.  my only concern is if they have a hotel bar.  lol.  just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, work is going well.  it's much better than it was during the holiday season.  the other managers are back in the store and i've had TWO four-day weekends this month.  what what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-703598724247099938?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/703598724247099938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=703598724247099938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/703598724247099938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/703598724247099938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/01/worky-work.html' title='worky-work'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-1502149979879100688</id><published>2009-01-08T18:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:45:22.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so funny...</title><content type='html'>I received this in an email from my Aunt Karen... I thought it was hilarious and wanted to share... Please know that I do respect the office; I do not however, respect the man who holds that office today.  (Can't wait 1/20/09!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President George W. Bush Library is now in the planning stages and accepting donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Library will include:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Hurricane Katrina Room, which is still under construction.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Alberto Gonzales Room, where you won't be able to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Texas Air National Guard Room, where you don't even have to show up.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Walter Reed Hospital Room, where they don't let you in.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Guantanamo Bay Room, where they don't let you out.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Weapons of Mass Destruction Room, which no one has been able to find.&lt;br /&gt;7. The National Debt Room, which is huge and has no ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;8. The Tax Cut Room, with entry only to the wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;9. The Economy Room, which is in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;10. The Iraq War Room. (After you complete your first visit, they make you go back for a second, third, fourth, and sometimes fifth visit.)&lt;br /&gt;11. The Dick Cheney Room, in the famous undisclosed location, complete with shooting gallery.&lt;br /&gt;12. The Environmental Conservation Room, still empty.&lt;br /&gt;13. The Supreme Gift Shop, where you can buy an election.&lt;br /&gt;14. The Airport Men's Room, where you can meet some of your favorite Republican Senators.&lt;br /&gt;15. The Decider Room, complete with dart board, magic 8-ball, Ouija board, dice, coins, and straws.&lt;br /&gt;Note: The library will feature an electron microscope to help you locate and view the President's accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library will also include many famous Quotes by George W. Bush:&lt;br /&gt;1. 'The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country.'&lt;br /&gt;2. 'If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure.'&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Republicans understand the importance of bondage between a mother and child.'&lt;br /&gt;4. 'No senior citizen should ever have to choose between prescription drugs and medicine.'&lt;br /&gt;5. 'I believe we are on an irreversible trend toward more freedom and democracy - but that could change.'&lt;br /&gt;6. 'One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'.'&lt;br /&gt;7. 'Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things.'&lt;br /&gt;8. 'I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.'&lt;br /&gt;9. 'The future will be better tomorrow.'&lt;br /&gt;10. 'We're going to have the best educated American people in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;11. 'One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures.' (during an education photo-op)&lt;br /&gt;12. 'Illegitimacy is something we should talk about in terms of not having it.'&lt;br /&gt;13. 'We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur.'&lt;br /&gt;14. 'It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.'&lt;br /&gt;15. 'I stand by all the misstatements that I've made.' - George W. Bush to Sam Donaldson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-1502149979879100688?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/1502149979879100688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=1502149979879100688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1502149979879100688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1502149979879100688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-funny.html' title='so funny...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-7841459979532394889</id><published>2009-01-03T23:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:27:11.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>out with oh-eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in honor of the end of 2008, i'm giving you a list of some great top 8's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI&lt;br /&gt;2. 90210&lt;br /&gt;3. Absolutely Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;4. Will &amp;amp; Grave&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Sex &amp;amp; The City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants (in no special order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Village Burger (American)&lt;br /&gt;2. Uncle Julios (Mexican)&lt;br /&gt;3. Texas Land &amp;amp; Cattle (Steakhouse)&lt;br /&gt;4. Casa Blanca (Mexican)&lt;br /&gt;5. Jake's (American)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ghengis Grill (Mongolian)&lt;br /&gt;7. Maggianos (Italian)&lt;br /&gt;8. Tom Tom (sushi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. I bought a new deep freeze.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did laundry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate at Ghengis Grill with Frank/Jake.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Target and didn't spend money.&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoyed some Chopin Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to Panda's at 3 in the morning with Frank, Onyx, Mike D., Ben, Michelle, Chanel and some other people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;7. Got a kiss on the cheek from a drag queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND EXTRAVAGANZA!&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacation to Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping in my bed tonight (I got new bedding for Christmas and just got around to getting it set up today)&lt;br /&gt;4. Meeting my mom's new puppy, Skippy&lt;br /&gt;5. The other two managers coming back to work after their maturnitity leaves (I'll be working lots of 4-day weeks in January since they'll be back!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Cooking dinner tomorrow (Taco Salad-watch out-tasty!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Finishing reloading my iPod with all the music that I lost when I had to restore the damn thing a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spending time with my friends (I'm always into that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom &amp;amp; Family - Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins - I have the best&lt;br /&gt;2. My roommates, Frank &amp;amp; Jake&lt;br /&gt;3. Making things pretty&lt;br /&gt;4. A good bartender&lt;br /&gt;5. Long books/series of books&lt;br /&gt;6. Movies that entertain and/or make me think&lt;br /&gt;7. Music that fits exactly into my life like a soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;8. Cheese. No seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I can't stand:&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who are jerks, self-rightous, hypocritical and hateful.&lt;br /&gt;2. Carolyn.&lt;br /&gt;3. When people complain and do nothing to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tuna. The smell. The taste. The texture. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;5. Running late&lt;br /&gt;6. Not having money to do things I'd like to&lt;br /&gt;7. Workloads that require more payroll than what is funded. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;8. People that don't drive as well as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I think are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellow roses&lt;br /&gt;2. Baby animals&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunsets - no matter where; the beach, city, mountains&lt;br /&gt;4. Children laughing - not screaming is always a good thing to see&lt;br /&gt;5. People in love - straight, gay - if everybody would backup and see the love, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;6. The face of a family member after a long time apart&lt;br /&gt;7. Air conditioning in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kids (especially teenagers) who are learning something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So here's to a FABULOUS 2009. I've got high hopes for this one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-7841459979532394889?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/7841459979532394889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=7841459979532394889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7841459979532394889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7841459979532394889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-with-oh-eight.html' title='out with oh-eight'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-3031981835838256205</id><published>2009-01-03T23:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:01:38.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SWBKaYCGovI/AAAAAAAAARE/F7zx8ycqCEc/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287307779521290994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SWBKaYCGovI/AAAAAAAAARE/F7zx8ycqCEc/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so christmas eve didn't turn out the way anybody really hoped/wanted. suffice it to say, divorce is ugly, especially during the holidays. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mom's heart is not the only one that has been destroyed.&lt;/span&gt; at any rate, christmas day was great--really special sharing it with mom and grandma in our cutesy matching pj's. christmas night i celebrated with my dallas family and it too was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-3031981835838256205?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/3031981835838256205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=3031981835838256205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3031981835838256205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3031981835838256205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrap-up.html' title='wrap up'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SWBKaYCGovI/AAAAAAAAARE/F7zx8ycqCEc/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-4279251958530316576</id><published>2008-12-24T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:34:44.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>I'm planning a more detailed blog for tomorrow, hopefully with some pictures... but in the meantime, I wanted to share a radio commercial that has made me laugh every day on the way to work.  It's for KISS FM's "pay your bills" thing where you send in your bill and they pick a person and pay the bill.  It talks about how times are tough to the tune of "Sants Claus is Coming to Town"... and the best line... here it is... are you ready?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even Santa's had to cut back to one Ho"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's hilarious.  Hope you have a nice Christmas Eve everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-4279251958530316576?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/4279251958530316576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=4279251958530316576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4279251958530316576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4279251958530316576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2859990025878347180</id><published>2008-11-20T18:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:28:12.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things</title><content type='html'>I totally saw this on Melissa's (&lt;a href="http://www.melandjoe.com/home/"&gt;http://www.melandjoe.com/home/&lt;/a&gt;) blog and thought it'd be a fun idea... it's 50 things about me... because I know everybody is interested... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am a 6th generation california girl. west coast is the best coast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. i love to do a "fargo" accent... and once i've started, it's hard to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. broadway musicals are one of my favorite forms of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my favorite colors are red, pink, yellow, orange... but i'd rather wear black, green, blue, purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't really like diamonds. they don't do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i was in bosnia during the war. (no really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if i could live anywhere other than dallas, it'd be washinton, dc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. titanic will always be one of my most favorite movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. when i start to read a book, if it's a good one, i'll keep reading and reading until it's over. the longer the book, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i think that laughter is the greatest sound, and i happen to think that the women of my family have the BEST laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. my guilty tv pleasures include the girls next door, 90210 (the old one), ghost hunters, inside the actors studio with james lipton, and old "questions with the prime minister" when it was tony blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. the first concert i went to was the beach boys. the most recent one was elton john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. i have my next three tattoos planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i firmly believe that the best shoes are probably not comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. my christmas tree is only 4 feet tall... but it has enough decorations/lights to FILL a 7 foot treet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. my favorite things to collect are bags, shoes and patron tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. my first job was at the palace of wax where i worked security... but really, i just hung out with the hot maintenance guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;18. i can't say no to white chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i can still quote almost all of the movie "liar liar" because it's the funniest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. my childhood nickname was monkeyface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. i didn't drink alcohol for 7 years. which means that i didn't drink a drop on my 21st birthday. most people i know now find that hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i was a cheerleader in middle school. i also took dance for years and was on the drill team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. when i make business calls, my voice gets really high. i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. my favorite holidays are halloween and new years. my least favorite are valentine's day and thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. i suffer from road rage. big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. i love history. especially british history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. i'd rather be cold than hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. i when i meet someone, i know within the first three minutes if i'll hit it off with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. i can't drink milk out of a plastic cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;30. i've taken french, spanish and american sign language. i know just enough to know nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. it bums me out to think about all the people who i don't talk to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. i prefer things be at right angles and in straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. i'm a democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. i love cheese. pretty much any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;35. my dream vacations include but aren't limited to: london, rome, dublin, tuscany, hawaii, berlin, sydney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. i'm a big nerd when the olympics are on. i watch then 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. if i have on any shoes that aren't flip flops, i've over 6 feet tall. and i'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. when i was little i wanted to be a meteorologist. until my math teacher in the 5th grade said that was a bad idea for me. (stupid teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. i'm kinda musical. (of used to be) clarinet, piano, guitar... and i sing alto. but only in a choir. a big choir. with lots of other people singing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. i won the geography bee in the 4th grade. i'm still proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;41. i love politics. i really love election season. i can't get enough. and i get really worked up about the issues i believe in. (i'm still upset about prop 8.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. i've had a lot of pets in my life. birds, cats, dogs, fish. but herbie is the best cat ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. i changed my last name on my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. i had braces as a kid. and i slept in headgear. and i had a rapid-pallet-expander in the top of my mouth. all in all: we paid good money for my smilin' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. i love my bed. it's the most comfortable one ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. i love the zoo. it's where i go to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. i don't like to go to northpark mall if i don't have on cute shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;48. i love sushi. it's one of my favorite foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. i can bake. i don't do it nearly enough, but i love it and i'm glad my mom taught me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. my "list" includes: leonardo dicaprio, justin timberlake, ewan mcgreggor, matt damon and prince william.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2859990025878347180?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2859990025878347180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2859990025878347180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2859990025878347180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2859990025878347180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-things.html' title='50 things'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-8884334887515281882</id><published>2008-11-12T14:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:39:11.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's done... (warning: wordy)</title><content type='html'>well it's official.  my dad doesn't live with my mom anymore.  by christmas it'll be official: they'll be divorced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's living with his mom.  she's still in the house.  the house i grew up in (for most of my life anyway). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this kind of thing happened with you were younger.  too young to know what was going on... when all you cared about was where your toys would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not now.  now i'm 27.  now i've been in the real world, on my own, all grow-ed up for years now.  i've had enough of my own relationships to know that sometimes they don't work out.  but my mom and dad...?  no, no.  especially not now that i can actually see and understand both sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is the one who filed.  and it was the right decision.  i believe that with my whole heart.  but i'm a selfish creature.  and i'm left with a lot of selfish questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about me?  since i agree with my mom, can my dad ever forgive me? &lt;br /&gt;what about holidays?  do i have two birthdays, two christmases?  my mom always did that stuff, will he even want to?&lt;br /&gt;what about how this effects the way i look at marriage, at love?  if the two most amazing people i've ever known can't make it work... how can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is i guess.  everybody asks me if i'm okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my marriage that ended.  it was my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no, not really.  i'm not okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-8884334887515281882?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/8884334887515281882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=8884334887515281882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8884334887515281882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8884334887515281882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-done-warning-wordy.html' title='it&apos;s done... (warning: wordy)'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-652010133418066420</id><published>2008-11-08T20:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:57:26.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween recap</title><content type='html'>so the theme for the halloween block party was "fairy tales"... frank's portion of the bar was themed "alice in wonderland". behind the bar was frank: the mad hatter, jeff: weedle dee, james: th&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM79StsaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kUxlSfE9pfM/s1600-h/l_eabf1809da2c81997833568cb2fd07b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481407205421474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM79StsaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kUxlSfE9pfM/s200/l_eabf1809da2c81997833568cb2fd07b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e white rabbit. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8LR9jII/AAAAAAAAAOk/Rnheb9VS9lI/s1600-h/100_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481410960362626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8LR9jII/AAAAAAAAAOk/Rnheb9VS9lI/s200/100_2636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who was alice... no one else but ME&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8Boq5hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xm4HaJK1cyM/s1600-h/l_366b644c77fa6bde93fa25a30a8a310b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481408371254802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8Boq5hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xm4HaJK1cyM/s200/l_366b644c77fa6bde93fa25a30a8a310b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of course! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8TTFIXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lc2UQeMJlfg/s1600-h/100_2656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481413112537458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8TTFIXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lc2UQeMJlfg/s200/100_2656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8k6ympI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FjnH5a8k3m8/s1600-h/100_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481417842498194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM8k6ympI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FjnH5a8k3m8/s200/100_2659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZNqzxWddI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0qFfwlLX6f4/s1600-h/100_2664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266482212103419346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZNqzxWddI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0qFfwlLX6f4/s200/100_2664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sunday after block party, we went to visit brandon at a new club "sekret". he looked fantastic and it was really good to see him since i don't get to see him at s4 anymore.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZOTFgYu9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/8yX_3ArAg5o/s1600-h/100_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266482904058870738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZOTFgYu9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/8yX_3ArAg5o/s320/100_2672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on halloween night i was out again... here are some great costumes that i just couldn't resist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPEN5AVGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1PgxzXL7CDA/s1600-h/100_2685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266483748123202658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPEN5AVGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1PgxzXL7CDA/s200/100_2685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPDyNF6DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eLcd-t-F9mc/s1600-h/100_2684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266483740691261490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPDyNF6DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eLcd-t-F9mc/s200/100_2684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZQjTLG8hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KLBdzrJCEp4/s1600-h/100_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPDPgrhcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZXqvPJNTgEM/s1600-h/100_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266483731378177474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPDPgrhcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZXqvPJNTgEM/s200/100_2678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPvFCtGNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C3-rGalvqmw/s1600-h/100_2686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266484484482341074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZPvFCtGNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C3-rGalvqmw/s200/100_2686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the way... frank's shirt says "mad hatter this, bitches!"  he didn't want to dress up again... so i came up with this idea.  it was a big hit, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-652010133418066420?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/652010133418066420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=652010133418066420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/652010133418066420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/652010133418066420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-recap.html' title='halloween recap'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SRZM79StsaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kUxlSfE9pfM/s72-c/l_eabf1809da2c81997833568cb2fd07b7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-7496132367621137044</id><published>2008-11-07T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:16:33.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>election '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this will be short as i'm on my way out the door to go to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU AMERICA!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SEN. BARACK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OBAMA WAS THE BEST CHOICE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD JOB!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;here's to being a part of history everybody... isn't it great?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-7496132367621137044?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/7496132367621137044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=7496132367621137044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7496132367621137044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7496132367621137044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-08.html' title='election &apos;08'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6893324908919328559</id><published>2008-11-02T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:02:32.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then it was something different...</title><content type='html'>well, things change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they change in little ways, slowly, over years and years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they change in a big way, suddenly, without warning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every now and then the little changes add up and they create the big scary changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said... i'm sad to announce that after 19 years of marriage my parents are splitting up.  yep.  the big D.  the details are complicated... but let the record indicate that i totally support my mom for filling.  it's the right thing, it's the necessary thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there it is.  i hope that they will both be happy.  i hope i'll get a grip on all of this.  the tailspin i'm trying to get through is unreal.  my thoughts on love, marriage, trust... totally thrown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i've got to say right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-6893324908919328559?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6893324908919328559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6893324908919328559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6893324908919328559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6893324908919328559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-then-it-was-something-different.html' title='and then it was something different...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-318779012480486999</id><published>2008-10-16T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:33:40.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mosaic</title><content type='html'>the questions below go with each of the pictures in the mosaic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPf4XAZHU-I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ly5cx4Is8Us/s1600-h/mosaic5189750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257944164104360930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPf4XAZHU-I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ly5cx4Is8Us/s400/mosaic5189750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is your first name?: Melissa&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?: Fajitas&lt;br /&gt;3. What school did you go to?: University of North Texas&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?: Red&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?: Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Favorite drink?: Patron Tequila&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?: London&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?: Apple Pie and Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?: Happy&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?: My Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. One word to describe you?: GoodTimes&lt;br /&gt;12. Your nickname?: Monkey Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-318779012480486999?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/318779012480486999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=318779012480486999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/318779012480486999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/318779012480486999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/10/mosaic.html' title='mosaic'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPf4XAZHU-I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ly5cx4Is8Us/s72-c/mosaic5189750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-3675921046377053964</id><published>2008-10-15T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:03:31.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i... totally jacked this from another blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am: Melissa, Mel, Melis, Monkey Face, Boss-Lady, HCG-ette, Patrona, Herbie's Mom, Nanci's Daughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have: the day off and am enjoying it as much as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea: how much people can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Know: that i'm very lucky to be who i am and where i am in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am: taller than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think: about work all the time... and it's not rocket science either... it's jeans and t-shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I Want: a new economy, a better president, and world peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have: gray hair. too much for a girl my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dislike: bad people, or good people who do very bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fear: being old and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Feel: content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Smell: soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Crave: laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cry: only when i can't avoid it... when i'm sad, when i'm stressed, when i don't see any options in difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Usually: charge my cell phone every single night because i can't function with a dead battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Search: for my keys in the bottom of my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wonder: about people i don't talk to any more... erik, jeff, lee, melissa, rachel, kim, george, matt, tyson, jacqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Regret: some of the trust i so willingly gave away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I Love: my family more than i can explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Care: about what is right and fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Always: return text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Worry: about what will happen by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not: able to stand quietly by and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I Remember: everything... except people's names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Believe: in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dance: for old navy cards at work... it motivates my associates to see me act a fool in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Sing: because deep down i think i can... but i really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Always: make good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Argue: when i'm right... which is usually the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Write: emails, blogs, texts, comments and strongly worded letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Win: ! i'm the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Lose: my mind when i'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish: i had a real house. with a yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Listen: to my mom and frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Understand: people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can Usually Be Found: at old navy #5913... or at station 4... or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Scared: of bugs that crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need: more shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Forget: the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am: me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-3675921046377053964?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/3675921046377053964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=3675921046377053964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3675921046377053964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3675921046377053964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-totally-jacked-this-from-another-blog.html' title='i... totally jacked this from another blog...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-8624765760960271208</id><published>2008-10-15T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:14:59.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;editors note: can you tell i'm glad to have my internet back? several posts in one day... i've been saving them up until i could post them!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i HAD to share the fabulous gift ideas i found when i was walking through burlington the other day on my lunch hour (in search of items for my halloween costume)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257461045394934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPZA9y84ClI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LEWMzT5h81I/s320/pic1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anybody would like me to pick these up, just let me know--i'm all over it--and i have a feeling they're going to be selling fast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257461053490884514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPZA-RHGb6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Qq6-hOV34oI/s320/pic3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257461052686396866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPZA-OHS7cI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZcOjm32tXDI/s320/pic2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-8624765760960271208?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/8624765760960271208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=8624765760960271208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8624765760960271208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8624765760960271208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-gifts.html' title='perfect gifts'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPZA9y84ClI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LEWMzT5h81I/s72-c/pic1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2343000101763087920</id><published>2008-10-15T13:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:05:16.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPY9XRl89uI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5WL3F--EAAw/s1600-h/pic1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it's official... we've got internet and television! i feel connected to the world again!! yay!! no more checking email and whatnot via cell phone, which--although convenient when one is on the go--gets old rather quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;things have been going well, for the most part. drama going on can't be discussed online as of yet, but will be soon...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; stay tuned for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some fun events of the last month or so... the pride parade! frank and chris and i went and watched a bit of the festivities from woody's bar. it was good times, as usual.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257455588440576434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPY8AKNkkbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R3Xh8uDogB8/s200/chris_frank.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we've gotten totally unpacked, no small task... of course chloe wasn't much help... but she sure is cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257455592143728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPY8AYAeMKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q9a2Ev6PojE/s200/chloe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had lunch with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all-time best friend becca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her son logan. i can't believe how big and grown up he is!! at any rate, it was a fun lunch. i'm so glad that we're the kind of friends who can just pick up after not seeing each other for awhile and be totally cool together. (thanks becca, i've missed you!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257455594980745794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPY8Aik3okI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KbC8WDvQhnc/s200/becca_logan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now we're planning the halloween festivities... the block party is oct. 25 and is THE party in dallas.  part of the club is going to be decked out like "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alice in wonderland&lt;/span&gt;" complete with the mad-hatter's party, decks of cards, all that.  and guess who is going to be alice?  you guessed it.  of course, more updated, with a cute blue dress and hot shoes.  i'm totally excited.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but before that is what i'm really looking forward to... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LAS VEGAS&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ELTON JOHN CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;.  there aren't many musicians that i totally love, with so many songs that i know all the words to.... but elton john is one of them.  top of my list, i dare say.  judge all you want, or choose to be jealous, i'll be in vegas next week with my favorite person in the whole world (mom!) just to see his show. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2343000101763087920?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2343000101763087920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2343000101763087920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2343000101763087920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2343000101763087920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SPY8AKNkkbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R3Xh8uDogB8/s72-c/chris_frank.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6219359062249152805</id><published>2008-09-19T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:49:57.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving... oy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SNP_kY3BDLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OpKGNkNiqec/s1600-h/692161_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247818991430339762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SNP_kY3BDLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OpKGNkNiqec/s320/692161_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we're 95% moved into our new apartment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still going to be in dallas, just moving down the street a bit to a new place with frank and jake. it's a cute townhouse with hardwood floors downstairs, a living room to die for and we can paint any of the walls and not have to worry about painting them back! i know it sounds silly, but in the world of the perpetual renter... that's a fun amenity. it's very HOUSE feeling inside and we've already met half out neighbors--they're super friendly. one guy is throwing a brunch in the courtyard right outside our front door sunday morning before the dallas pride parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll have pics up at some point. now i just have to finish getting the last random things moved that the movers didn't take... like my computer... we don't have the internet set up yet at the new place, so i'm stuck to checking email and whatnot from my cell phone for awhile, which is tricky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm officially on "vacation" until next tuesday, so i've got time to get all this junk finished. AND i've got time to enjoy pride weekend. the 2008 alan ross texas freedom parade is sunday at 2pm on cedar springs.  i'll be there with some of my favorite peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a853.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/65/l_43e0f385ce9f99eb9318b4051a08bd14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to give everybody an update.  have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-6219359062249152805?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6219359062249152805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6219359062249152805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6219359062249152805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6219359062249152805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-oy.html' title='moving... oy!'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SNP_kY3BDLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OpKGNkNiqec/s72-c/692161_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-5386790482301815291</id><published>2008-09-13T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:46:18.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>find me everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/people/Melissa_K_Blodgett/23927759" title="Melissa K. 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Blodgett's Facebook profile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-5386790482301815291?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/5386790482301815291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=5386790482301815291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5386790482301815291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5386790482301815291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/09/find-me-everywhere.html' title='find me everywhere!'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2124656761579939931</id><published>2008-09-07T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:37:19.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't understand</title><content type='html'>i don't understand people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people in stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're rude. they're selfish. they seem to forget that the person interracting with them is, in fact, another human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that human being might be having a bad day. they could have just gotten really bad news. they could be sick. they could be stressed about a loved one. and they're just trying to get through the day.... and then these rude, selfish people show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these rude, selfish people ignore the person in front of them. they speak down to them. they yell, they swear, they argue. and for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get that appetizer comped because they waiter didn't fill the water glass fast enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to save the $1.03 on a tee shirt because they didn't read the sign correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to treating people with just a bit of decency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be someone you know treating you badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend, a family member... taking you for granted, using you, hurting you emotionally or even physically, and really just being rude and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY don't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we have to hope that what goes around really does come back around... so they'll get what they deserve in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the meantime i still don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2124656761579939931?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2124656761579939931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2124656761579939931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2124656761579939931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2124656761579939931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-understand.html' title='don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-4424337069311801765</id><published>2008-08-31T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:28:51.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more random pics...</title><content type='html'>my VERSACE glasses from sassy... i love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtS6g7aEEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9A9LLojirU/s1600-h/100_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873756600700994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtS6g7aEEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9A9LLojirU/s320/100_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paparazzi shot!  (i hate when they interrupt a good margarita!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtS6xH6O_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tbCptXGtK64/s1600-h/100_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873760948108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtS6xH6O_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tbCptXGtK64/s320/100_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one was from my birthday.  the one on the bar is james.  he's my hot little friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtP7ETEHwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bjVYZIt0AiQ/s1600-h/100_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240870467560283906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtP7ETEHwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bjVYZIt0AiQ/s320/100_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is from 70's/disco night at the club.  i especially like sassy, mike d and frank's outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240870816505408258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtQPYOEKwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IAhjAcD9Raw/s320/100_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks and have a great night!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-4424337069311801765?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/4424337069311801765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=4424337069311801765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4424337069311801765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4424337069311801765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-random-pics.html' title='more random pics...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SLtS6g7aEEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9A9LLojirU/s72-c/100_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-7701465440478424604</id><published>2008-08-13T21:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:38:18.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>women of my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;defend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; laugh&lt;/span&gt;... loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how did i get so lucky to have a family of such amazing women?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It started with a mother and her four daughters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOgs31gQuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZROhLWAroEE/s1600-h/l_6757034069ef5bc5a3307527b6c31d2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234203884697699042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOgs31gQuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZROhLWAroEE/s320/l_6757034069ef5bc5a3307527b6c31d2c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(starting at the upper left, going clockwise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lisa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nanci,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sue,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dolly&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...and the four sisters had some daughters, who try to make their mothers proud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234206199146924658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOizl1MynI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MkjfaUQZmmQ/s320/l_c577fdec570ab77f67dedad8d4c56065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Kim, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Melissa,&lt;/span&gt; Kathy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOgs2Tb0GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xgdsbl4mNV8/s1600-h/l_9f42dcbe64cc9db31ab8663457a74d0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234203884286365794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOgs2Tb0GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xgdsbl4mNV8/s320/l_9f42dcbe64cc9db31ab8663457a74d0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Brittney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And the NEXT generation has already shown that she's one of us too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234204695990910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOhcGI4PhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bChe_No8wmg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss you all everyday and wish we were together much more often than we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-7701465440478424604?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/7701465440478424604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=7701465440478424604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7701465440478424604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7701465440478424604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/08/women-of-my-family.html' title='women of my family'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SKOgs31gQuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZROhLWAroEE/s72-c/l_6757034069ef5bc5a3307527b6c31d2c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6575567563951776868</id><published>2008-07-31T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:50:54.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't take credit for the idea...but it sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory of you. it's actually pretty funny to read the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!  have a great start to your weekend! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-6575567563951776868?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6575567563951776868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6575567563951776868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6575567563951776868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6575567563951776868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-take-credit-for-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6716537383057502270</id><published>2008-07-26T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:19:28.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>so it's been quite a week... between being in charge at work while the boss lady is out of town... mom having yet another MAJOR surgery... it's been, well... QUITE a week. suffice it to say that i was looking forward to today for a lot of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my first real day off since...the 15th? what is that? 11 days ago? what the hell? but my day didn't include driving down 183 to irving today. so that's a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. VISITING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital. surgery went well, and she is doing alright. i was excited to see her doing okay for myself... and not just hearing about it thru the daily telephone report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt; LITTLE ITALIAN PLACE we discovered for dinner. frank and i have been craving good italian food for awhile... so we tried a new spot, bellini's. from the outside, it looks questionable. but then you walk in... and... wow. the food was fantastic, the interior design classic, and i'm not going to complain about the totally cute dish washer i got a glimpse of in the back. oh yes, dinner AND a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SEEING FREAKING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KATHY GRIFFIN&lt;/span&gt; with my friends paige! we had seats in the 8th row, center section. it was hi-larious. she's mildly outrageous, isn't afraid to say anything out loud... i LOVE her. it was a great show. she was onstage for almost 2 hours. if only i could forget spilling a drink on the cute bartender in the VIP club before the show... engh, well, it wasn't on purpose, and i wasn't drunk.... so... in the end, the night was really fun fun fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-6716537383057502270?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6716537383057502270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6716537383057502270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6716537383057502270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6716537383057502270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit-of-grr-and-some-hahaha.html' title='today'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-5067269601462782274</id><published>2008-07-19T23:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:58:42.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 10 questions</title><content type='html'>so one of my most favorite tv shows of all time is bravo's inside the actor's studio with james lipton... he interviews actors and celebrities in a very unique way, leading them thru their lives/careers... at the end of interview, right before he turns it over to the students in the audience for q&amp;amp;a time he asks the same questions.... so i figure just in case i never become famous enough to get on the show... now's my chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/xspiritxofx87x/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand" height="78" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/xspiritxofx87x/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luscious... the way it sounds, the way it rolls off your tongue, yesss.... luscious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your least favorite word? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moist... in every sense of the word... ugggggg just writing the thing upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughter--loud, slightly obnoxious, turns-the-heads-of-other-people-in-the-room laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;judgement from others, especially negative judgement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l47/dan-e-boy56/fallleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l47/dan-e-boy56/fallleaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What sound or noise do you love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaves blowing in the wind during the fall... or ice cubes in a glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sound or noise do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the sound of a car not starting. it's more the sound of money that has to be spent on repairs, but when you turn the key, and click click nothing... yeah... noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite curse word? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the f bomb. how many words can be a verb, a noun, and adverb and an adjective!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics... i'd secretly love to be "josh lyman" from the west wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f143/meldames/West%20wing/joshbyforeverandyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand" height="71" alt="" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f143/meldames/West%20wing/joshbyforeverandyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What profession would you not like to do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medicine. i appreciate that others do it, but i don't want that kind of pressure in my life every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might know some people here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-5067269601462782274?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/5067269601462782274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=5067269601462782274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5067269601462782274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5067269601462782274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-one-of-my-most-favorite-tv-shows-of.html' title='the 10 questions'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f143/meldames/West%20wing/th_joshbyforeverandyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-5383265722093280364</id><published>2008-07-09T19:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:06.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for your entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey there. i figured it's been awhile since i've put up photos... so here are a few good ones! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here's me... at work... well, at the grapevine mills store. call it being bored on my lunch hour... and having a good hair day. either way... HEEEEYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221183688846290226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVe5ui_LTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FcFyeWlvo14/s320/l_da856d87be111d205e29ea6e8de1cb0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so monday and tuesdays are usually big nights out since s4 is closed and frank and a lot of our friends are off. so here's just another typical night out... here's brandon looking a little crazy, er, maybe just tipsy, and frank @ alexandre's for a karaoke night. oh dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184414700908258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfj-kNruI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dW-r0kYvIPc/s320/l_d0a0e67507591ac02bdb1bc987cda802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just ADORE this picture of paige and me from a random night at the club. i've been doing this whole curly-hair thing (embrace my natural curl! YES!) lately and it's actually really cute. YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221183686871659090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVe5nMMslI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KS6PHn0UTsQ/s320/l_0e891101fa0f043679678adf4999643c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so there was a toga party a month or so ago, and frank sewed togas for carl, jc and mike d. at doug's store on his commercial machines. well carl and frank found these, um, hats (?) and felt the need for a quick modeling session. that's fierce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221183687237869810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVe5ojgoPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mlg97lpsSB0/s320/l_8c626f98b4652aaf07bdb7587e754552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after my last day at the grapevine mills store, i went out with some of my favorite new ex-coworkers. robin (store manager), jessyka (super associate!), mike (former old navy supervisor and former roommate) and isaac (assistant store manager). i love (3/4 of) them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfjtlO2eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ACKFZnqXbZw/s1600-h/l_f123b44e11879dd37be8ee08d148c8f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184410141776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfjtlO2eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ACKFZnqXbZw/s320/l_f123b44e11879dd37be8ee08d148c8f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's an artform... and i love watching frank work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfjxe8gKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hkvoqZTkYdw/s1600-h/l_a335606209156c4241b55375972c09cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184411189149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfjxe8gKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hkvoqZTkYdw/s320/l_a335606209156c4241b55375972c09cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION #1... at trader vic's. here's me (IN A DRESS, watch out!) with jake and frank--both of which had birthdays on june 26th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184098049294754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfRi8lgaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uMWUbqG0Xlk/s320/l_23c2966dc60405955bd62bab4b985478.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;pretty david and me, still at trader vic's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfR66Q1KI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s6uSzzOeOEs/s1600-h/l_53e95c2bb39d0c6a34aa6e629eb01eb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184104482002082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfR66Q1KI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s6uSzzOeOEs/s320/l_53e95c2bb39d0c6a34aa6e629eb01eb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; annnnnd... pose!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184113735610626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfSdYfsQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YikpYxYO3eM/s320/l_c2aeb2c8c808dd0889188f12eb7ab44e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CELEBRATION #2 at brut the champagne boutique and lounge... here i am looking ultra-pasty with sassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221191286419453810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVlz9tld3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7MXnGBo4sMc/s320/l_8e3eb3fec5b2e21b9f4ab61c3bba805c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"i wear my sunglasses at night.........." mike d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184106802675986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfSDjjgRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tSM44i8ucBM/s320/l_9981e8336f7f70c9327d3e1044f8c2a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who knew napkins could exemplify stereotypes............. but yeah.... frank, onyx and johnny. love this pic, love these boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184405272991010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVfjbcbFSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D8KnNsMlqAY/s320/l_d2fa3b64dab496e58641104eb7cd6e4e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-5383265722093280364?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/5383265722093280364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=5383265722093280364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5383265722093280364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/5383265722093280364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-your-entertainment.html' title='for your entertainment'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SHVe5ui_LTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FcFyeWlvo14/s72-c/l_da856d87be111d205e29ea6e8de1cb0c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-4531699052509233736</id><published>2008-07-06T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:27:52.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, i know...</title><content type='html'>i've totally slacked on the blogging.  don't blame me, blame one (or more) of the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING to dallas.  packing, moving, cleaning the old place, dealing with bills, unpacking... yeah i'm WAY over all that mess.  not to mention my former roommate drama... i still have boxes in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMOTION at work.  after busting my tail for over a year at the grapevine mills old navy, i was promoted to assistant store manager at the irving store.  which is fantastic--and kind of impressive since i've only been working in retail for 2.5 years and started as a lowly part-time sales associate.  the new store is going to be fabulous... it needs some serious work right now though.  and now that i'm an exempt, salaried employee... working 70 hours is the same pay as working 40... goodbye life... byyyyye.... well maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL events with my roommates and friends... from the birthday week extravaganza for frank and jake, to the general celebration for the two events listed above... i've been a busy little social butterfly, i must say.  lots of great food, drinks, shopping, movies and even a trip to the beach!  love it, love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-4531699052509233736?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/4531699052509233736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=4531699052509233736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4531699052509233736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/4531699052509233736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know, i know...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-7816255052731445145</id><published>2008-04-17T23:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:06.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favorite movies that make you laugh out loud no matter how many times you have watched them:&lt;/span&gt; Liar Liar, Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwIGopCnC5Y/SAUZCzQyAkI/AAAAAAAABCQ/U18FEn2izVE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Your favorite "Guilty Pleasure":&lt;/span&gt; Center Stage, Cane Toads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favorite movies you have seen so many times,you can recite all the lines:&lt;/span&gt; Top Gun, Lord of the Rings &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(all three)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Movies that "Opened your eyes."&lt;/span&gt; V for Vendetta, Sicko&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (really fantastic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Most Overrated:&lt;/span&gt; The Godfather&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (um, yeah, just can't get into it.  take the marbles out of your mouth, then say your lines... please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Crash &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it ends and you feel totally hopeless!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The last 2 movies you watched:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;how about the movies we've rented in the last four weeks... it's what we do...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Alien V. Predator: 2, Sweeny Todd, There Will be Blood, Lions for Lambs, The Mist, I Am Legend, Dan in Real Life, Sleuth, Awake, My Kid Could Paint That, We Own the Night, The Brave One, 30 Days of Night, 13: Games of Death, The Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favorite "smart" movies:&lt;/span&gt; Pride and Predjudice, Sense and Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All time favorites:  &lt;/span&gt;Rent, Love Actually, V for Vendetta, Bridge Jones's Diary, Rudy, Top Gun, Titanic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-7816255052731445145?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/7816255052731445145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=7816255052731445145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7816255052731445145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/7816255052731445145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-survey.html' title='Movie Survey'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-476512287057827844</id><published>2008-04-14T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:29:17.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quickly...</title><content type='html'>a short vent-session, a recap of some news, and then off to bed.... because i have to wake up for work at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3:30am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm thrilled at all these fabulous internet-based friend-connection little creations (myspace, facebook, blogspot, etc.)............ it kind of bums me out.  ok not kinda... it's more like, a lot.  the initial excitement of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh my goodness we were in the 4 grade together and we were BFF!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon turns in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why aren't we friends anymore?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wow, their life seems so much more together than mine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or even worse (the cause of my personal suffering) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i sent you a message/comment and you didn't write back"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BURN.&lt;/span&gt;  why was i good enough to be your friend x-years ago, but now... not so much...?  hmm.  in any event.  i'm trying to push past all that and embrace it for what it is.  &lt;strong&gt;entertainment, a way to spend free time...&lt;/strong&gt;  not an an ego buster.  so yeah.  whew.  glad i got that out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a better note... i got a promotion at work.  i'm now the "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;logistics manager&lt;/span&gt;" at my store.  basic store structure is as follows:  general manager.  then logistics manager and customer experience manager.   then customer experience supervisor and logistics supervisor.  i went from the bottom of the list to #2.  yay.  i finally feel like my job description is somewhat fitting for me and my college degree... get excited.  but even better news... &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tomorrow's my last day to work at 4 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;oh sweet goodness, i can have a life again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-476512287057827844?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/476512287057827844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=476512287057827844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/476512287057827844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/476512287057827844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/04/quickly.html' title='quickly...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-8364378753367710377</id><published>2008-04-03T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:19:38.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick one...</title><content type='html'>just wanted to say that i cannot wait until may...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm moving to downtown dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  west village to be exact.  right across the street from the magnolia theatre and starbucks.  it's the cutest place, with two of my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;most favorite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people.  anyway... i can't wait.  i'm tempted to start packing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got some furniture i won't need anymore (coffee table, end table, bookshelf, couch, chair, extra tv, tv stand, ottoman...) so holla at me if you or someone you know needs some "used college furniture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;have a great weekend kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-8364378753367710377?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/8364378753367710377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=8364378753367710377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8364378753367710377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8364378753367710377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-quick-one.html' title='just a quick one...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-1240378356829862341</id><published>2008-03-30T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:49:15.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so i deleted everything off of my facebook profile... and i just couldn't part with my quotes. so i'm bringing them here to all of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sick of following my dreams&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later." -Mitch Hedberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya know I really thought I had hit rock bottom, but today it's like there's rock bottom, then 50 feet of crap, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then me&lt;/span&gt;." -FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a negative Ghostrider, the pattern is full." -Top Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But for three years I had roses. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I apologized to no one&lt;/span&gt;." -V for Vendetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up sisters! There is nooooooo such thang as a weaker sex!" - Liar Liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really great ones&lt;/span&gt; make you feel that you too, can become great." -Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where will all the ribbons go?" - Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so cold." -Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its like &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;one mind&lt;/span&gt;..." - McDonalds finest, Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love the new hair. We need to &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;take it out and show it a good time&lt;/span&gt;." -Mike Bargsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sick of talking to Debbie Downers so you better &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;put on your happy pants&lt;/span&gt; or I'm done with you." -Amber Shipman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shakespeare is like sex. All your life you hear about how great it is and then the first time you're all like &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'this is it?'&lt;/span&gt;, and you're confused and looking up words... but over time it gets better and better." -Dr. Paul Menzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just have to go after what you want, and if it doesn't want you back, then it doesn't &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;deserve you&lt;/span&gt; anyways." -Nicole Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's only us. There's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road. No other way. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NO DAY BUT TODAY&lt;/span&gt;." -RENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I sit next to her all I smell is BITCH." -ANTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are Mormons knocking at the door. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Friends of yours&lt;/span&gt;?" -Mike, via text message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I live in the hood. The&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WEST VILLAGE&lt;/span&gt; hood. Our gang colors are &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;slate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cornflower&lt;/span&gt;." -Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooooooooo! Crack whores are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sneaky&lt;/span&gt;!!" -Will and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bleeding and he wants a toy!" -George Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;?" -Frank Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(while shaking a glass with ice in the air)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I wasn't toasting. I was ordering another drink." -The Upside of Anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you could come down to the kitchen in time to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pull my head out of the oven&lt;/span&gt;." -The Upside of Anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you have surgery and not tell me? Because you don't have a heart anymore." -Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Frank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"They're trying to make the Dallas skyline more appealing, trying to increase tourism or something...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because that's why people come to Dallas. &lt;/span&gt;The skyline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "No, people come to Dallas because &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Frank snaps&lt;/span&gt;. That's Frank. Yep. He snaps. *snap*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're simple. You're shallow. And you're a common whore. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's why we're soul mates&lt;/span&gt;." -Will and Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-1240378356829862341?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/1240378356829862341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=1240378356829862341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1240378356829862341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1240378356829862341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-deleted-everything-off-of-my.html' title='QUOTES!'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6546179129460426192</id><published>2008-03-16T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:37:46.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIC plan and a quick vent session</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the beginning of something new. frank, AKA my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.I.C.&lt;/span&gt; (partner in crime) and i are starting a new plan. the biggest change: no alcohol for a month...and no eating out. in addition, we're going to try to eat healthier. that means no soda, no processed junk food...cutting back on bad stuff and counting calories &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(EEEK!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;whole foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon to pick up some tasty goodies that will make us feel guilt-free. and can i just tell you... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love that place&lt;/span&gt;. everybody should check it out. the food really does TASTE better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can i just vent for 1.4 seconds about the lovely work week i had last week? i worked monday, 8:30am-6pm, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tuesday 4:30am-6:30pm (*you read those AMs and PMs correctly*), wednesday 7am-4:30pm, thursday 4:30am-6:15pm... all in&lt;/span&gt; preparation for a visit with the exec. vice president of our brand........ who got sick and couldn't come... but didn't call us to tell us until almost 6pm visit day (thursday). so yeah. my body still hurts from working those hours... and the guy didn't even show. AGAIN. so after almost &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;47 hours in that building in four days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... it's a GOOD THING i had the weekend off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's what's going on with me at the moment. hope all is well with everybody in blog-land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-6546179129460426192?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6546179129460426192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6546179129460426192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6546179129460426192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6546179129460426192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-twice-in-one-day.html' title='PIC plan and a quick vent session'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-3216566205087410533</id><published>2008-03-12T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:18:38.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm a big fan of surveys. i can't help myslef. although i do believe that almost nobody actually reads them all the way thru... and those who do... well... they probably regret it and wish they could get that time back in their lives... but they can't... so. here i am, stealing away a few moments of your life to fulfill my survey-need for the week. (ahem, cough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pick 5 songs from your music collection and explain why you love them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;joni mitchell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;both sides now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;first of all... it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;JONI MITCHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. that alone is enough for her to make my list.  this song is a fav because it's so true... i can relate i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meredith brooks,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"... because we are all a bitch... sometimes. it's important to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; it. and work it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ida core,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;let me think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"... i can't help but love it because of the video. &lt;em&gt;that's me in the middle, by the way.&lt;/em&gt; ha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqQv9J1vz4w&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqQv9J1vz4w&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teri clark,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna do it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"... it's been "my song" since i graduated from college. because i really do want to do it all. and i think i will. uh huh. that's right. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;AND what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cast of rent,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;la vie boheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"... if you &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;know me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;, you know how i feel about the musical &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and it shouldn't surprise you that this is my most favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To days of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing hookey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;something out of nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The need to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To going &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the grain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going mad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To loving &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pension &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;more than one&lt;/span&gt; dimension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;starving&lt;/span&gt; for attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hating &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hating &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pretension&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to mention of course &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hating dear old mom and dad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To riding your bike &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Midday&lt;/span&gt; past the three piece suits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fruits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no absolutes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Absolut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the Village Voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To any passing fad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To being an &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instead of a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LA VIE BOHEME...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-3216566205087410533?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/3216566205087410533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=3216566205087410533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3216566205087410533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/3216566205087410533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/03/five.html' title='five'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2947045012483648946</id><published>2008-03-08T00:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:08.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>february recap</title><content type='html'>so what makes the month of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentines day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(boo hiss, single awareness/hallmark holiday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't the whole leap-year-concept. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(really? 29 days? randomly? ok, not so random. but still. really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no... it's the 15th. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;michael, michael and johnny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I28lUfVgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TKgpfYE7WiE/s1600-h/100_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175259336240223746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I28lUfVgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TKgpfYE7WiE/s200/100_2349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it started with a birthday-eve celebration with the regulars... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frank, mike, johnny, paige, bryan, michael, patrick, larry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... with appearances by&lt;em&gt; ben, david, and onyx&lt;/em&gt;. the best part was larry walking around in my 3-inch patent leather &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; pumps. yeah, that's hot.&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the amazing amber and me, equally amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I29FUfVhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zxkLj0OOxpA/s1600-h/100_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175259344830158354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I29FUfVhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zxkLj0OOxpA/s200/100_2329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the next day was fun with mom--mani/pedi time! then to dallas for dinner with frank and mike d. at my favorite little mexican place, manny's. it looks like a house, off 75 and lemon... but they've got the best food. oh my... and ask for &lt;em&gt;martha&lt;/em&gt;. she's always our waitress, and she'll treat you right. she even hooked me up with a giant hat and a large group singing happy birthday in spanish. thank goodness the only picture is on a cell phone and isn't online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;roommates reunite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I1tVUfVeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GnHlEw-GRC0/s1600-h/100_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175257974735590882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I1tVUfVeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GnHlEw-GRC0/s200/100_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night was a fabulous S4 friday night. old roommate&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jenn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some of her friends came out, as well as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her sister. all i know for sure is that as soon as people hear "&lt;em&gt;birthday&lt;/em&gt;" they buy you drinks. and some even thought i was 21. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(i still got it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the ghetto lips. our trademark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175268359966512754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I_J1UfVnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/USIV1asNw1U/s200/100_2312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after not drinking for so many years, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i have since&lt;em&gt; made up for lost time.&lt;/em&gt; although i showed her that i could hold my alcohol better than she could... it's okay... i'd say we've both come a long way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lacey! my favorite bar back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I_KFUfVoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RrVcMQfM4q8/s1600-h/100_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175268364261480066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I_KFUfVoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RrVcMQfM4q8/s200/100_2352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grand total for my actually birthday night... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shots of patrón,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;margarita on the rocks,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; buttery nipple shot from my favorite shot boy&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jamesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;frank working. damn paparazzi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I28VUfVfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PR88_ICTMxU/s1600-h/100_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175259331945256434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I28VUfVfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PR88_ICTMxU/s200/100_2324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the next day was spent sleeping in and hanging out with frank/jake. then another night out. &lt;em&gt;you see, my goal in taking off so many days for my birthday was that i'd celebrate everynight, thursday-tuesday. and i did it. but it was rough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jake and i... a la black and and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6BlUfViI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ajwgkCpmULw/s1600-h/100_2360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175262720674453026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6BlUfViI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ajwgkCpmULw/s200/100_2360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photos from saturday were in &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;black and white&lt;/span&gt;, because as we learned... you don't look as tired in black and white as you do in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kayne, mitch, jake and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6J1UfVjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5mupZegVN3o/s1600-h/100_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175262862408373810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6J1UfVjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5mupZegVN3o/s200/100_2371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while out i met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you might remember kayne from project runway season 3.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they're good friends with frank/jake. after feeling sleepy half the night, it was super fun to meet them and get to know some new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(clockwise) bryan, me, patrick, michael, johnny, mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6KFUfVkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E_iOebTHYKI/s1600-h/100_2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175262866703341122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6KFUfVkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E_iOebTHYKI/s200/100_2375.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday night was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"the regulars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. this time standing our ground in our favorite spot while we were &lt;em&gt;invaded&lt;/em&gt; by the 18+ crowd. usually they don't bother us, but that night was something different. after the 15th or 16th time we saw them wave money in frank's face and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yell out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their drink order while he was talking to another customer, or maybe it was the way they kept yelling "shot! shot! shot!"... no matter what, it bugged us old folks. so we made &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;faces&lt;/span&gt;. and we made &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;. and that in itself was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dougie and michael... and a guy i don't really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I_JlUfVmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i9fSlC-WDfU/s1600-h/100_2382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175268355671545442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I_JlUfVmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i9fSlC-WDfU/s200/100_2382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;monday night was the night out with all the people who work in the service industry and therefore can't play on the weekends. we ended up at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HOUSE OF BLUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foundation room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... a members only area &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(memberships start at about $2k/year)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is open on monday nights to nonmember types. my friend michael works at HOB and got us on the list for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in one of the private VIP rooms... had to strike a pose. happy birthday to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6KlUfVlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fd0ccnkeU_E/s1600-h/100_2383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175262875293275730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6KlUfVlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Fd0ccnkeU_E/s200/100_2383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was good times. it's the coolest place and had a super chill vibe. everybody that went had a blast. and half the group enjoyed watching someone else be the bartender for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuesday was shoe shopping with frank and jake. you should see the platform pewter 6 inch pumps i walked out with... oh my... so cute. then it was dinner and a concert with the parents. and yes, the concert was barry manilow. after getting hell from my friends who were going to see jill scott, i actually had a decent time. especially when i broke the news to dad that i have a tattoo... and i've had it since february 2007. the look on his face... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;priceless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I6KFUfVkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E_iOebTHYKI/s1600-h/100_2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2947045012483648946?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2947045012483648946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2947045012483648946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2947045012483648946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2947045012483648946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-recap.html' title='february recap'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R9I28lUfVgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TKgpfYE7WiE/s72-c/100_2349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2956553968234755683</id><published>2008-01-31T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:10.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THiNGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i LoVe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcTiPfrrI/AAAAAAAAADk/B_T3mtsArsc/s1600-h/lg-cu500-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789613599076018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcTiPfrrI/AAAAAAAAADk/B_T3mtsArsc/s200/lg-cu500-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. my cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh yes. sending out over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2,000&lt;/span&gt; text messages a month. filling up my video and photo memory card. downloading fun new ring tones. i cannot imagine a day without it. it's worth being late to have it with me. thank you, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sweet little piece of electronic bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. you've been with me for 11 years now (well, some version of you... nokia, lg, motorola...) and i wouldn't change a thing.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcPyPfrqI/AAAAAAAAADc/K4T8hXnOWWY/s1600-h/n23927759_30979620_5027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789549174566562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcPyPfrqI/AAAAAAAAADc/K4T8hXnOWWY/s200/n23927759_30979620_5027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. my cat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's got enough hair for five other animals. but he's adorable. and he's always happy to see me. he cuddles like a dog and comes when you call his name. he's my herbie. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;herbie the love bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. even if he is a bully to other cats and loves only me. that's &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;part of his charm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JceCPfrtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UKcqpBeyngA/s1600-h/on-otf-out03362odv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789793987702482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JceCPfrtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UKcqpBeyngA/s200/on-otf-out03362odv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. flip-flop weather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i love fall and early spring. i even enjoy winter for a couple days each year. but please, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, bring on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;flip-flop&lt;/span&gt; weather.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcZiPfrsI/AAAAAAAAADs/_NPY_XPkRBM/s1600-h/patron-silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789716678291138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcZiPfrsI/AAAAAAAAADs/_NPY_XPkRBM/s200/patron-silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. tequila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be it in margarita form (on the rocks or frozen swirl with sangria, no salt) or straight shots of patron &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(chilled, 7-up back, no salt, no lime)&lt;/span&gt;. many a great night has started with it and it has never done me wrong... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hasn't hooked up with my friends, stood me up, caused unnecessary drama, forgotten me when it gets married, or made more money than me while doing less work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. oh yes. sweet tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcjCPfruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9E8OzWJ1QUc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789879887048418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcjCPfruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9E8OzWJ1QUc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. west village.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i haven't been to NYC (yet), but it's still a place i want to live at some point in my life. in the meantime, i'll be spending &lt;em&gt;most of my free time in dallas&lt;/em&gt;, thank you. uptown to be more specific. and west village to be even more exact. the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(banana republic, polo, lucky, borders, the nail bar, and gap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(village buger, mi cocina, taco diner, starbucks),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the independent-move-loving &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;movie theatre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the magnolia),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the free &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;parking &lt;/span&gt;garage that lets you park there for days without towing or ticketing you... what more could you want from an area? it helps that my dear friend frank lives across the street, providing a comfortable bed to sleep in on my frequent trips to my favorite little corner of texas... only 22 minutes away from my apartment in l-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcHCPfroI/AAAAAAAAADM/XSYL6mrdKqg/s1600-h/B000JLKIHA-5-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789398850711170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcHCPfroI/AAAAAAAAADM/XSYL6mrdKqg/s200/B000JLKIHA-5-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. my iPod.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what did we do for entertainment before these little beauties were in our lives? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; on the go? and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;movies &lt;/span&gt;too? and your favorite &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;? and&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; games&lt;/span&gt;? hmm. dream come true, i think so. especially when you're waiting for something, like a doctors appointment or an airplane, or a show to start. oh yes, my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;iPod classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcLSPfrpI/AAAAAAAAADU/R2UanVNzSdo/s1600-h/2A9CAI0TIQXCA502FGOCAKDDVL2CA98TNKHCABOFXHVCAN99IMSCAHEANOSCAY698DUCAMGSU7LCAG7BN5FCAZJZR9OCAFHHE72CA1QMCRUCA5B0S68CA8VOT0UCAOW02PDCAQNA88SCAK5LFL9CAYXM42D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789471865155218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcLSPfrpI/AAAAAAAAADU/R2UanVNzSdo/s200/2A9CAI0TIQXCA502FGOCAKDDVL2CA98TNKHCABOFXHVCAN99IMSCAHEANOSCAY698DUCAMGSU7LCAG7BN5FCAZJZR9OCAFHHE72CA1QMCRUCA5B0S68CA8VOT0UCAOW02PDCAQNA88SCAK5LFL9CAYXM42D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. my favorite ring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i wear it on my left thumb and it was a gift from my mother. it's nothing very fancy. just a silver ring with the words&lt;em&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to thine own self be true&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; inscribed on it. it's the days when i forget it that i realize how much it means to me. i poke at it a hundred times a day, and when it's not there,&lt;em&gt; i'm not there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2956553968234755683?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2956553968234755683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2956553968234755683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2956553968234755683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2956553968234755683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven.html' title='seven'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R6JcTiPfrrI/AAAAAAAAADk/B_T3mtsArsc/s72-c/lg-cu500-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-2146221164533801711</id><published>2008-01-27T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:11.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's january</title><content type='html'>alright folks. first off, since i've kept up &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with this blog (ahem, cough, cough)... i should probably give a quick recap of the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first. holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RETAIL holiday&lt;/span&gt;. oh dear goodness, i'm really just glad it's over. there's something about managing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;yes, kids, most of our employees are between the ages of 16-21&lt;/em&gt;) and dealing with over &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5,000 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a day at a "mills" mall that really can drive a person INSANE. and it kind of did. but YAY for plenty of good nights with good people to get me through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second. new year's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OqCPfrbI/AAAAAAAAABg/-KcQeDCDOt8/s1600-h/100_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160367232099790258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OqCPfrbI/AAAAAAAAABg/-KcQeDCDOt8/s200/100_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by far, the best one in recent memory. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although i do have fond memories of one year involving a lot of buffalo wings and games of uno... any way.&lt;/span&gt; i went down to frank/ja&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OYiPfraI/AAAAAAAAABY/cjGnoaZVqt0/s1600-h/100_2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160366931452079522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OYiPfraI/AAAAAAAAABY/cjGnoaZVqt0/s200/100_2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke's house to get ready. we called a cab to take us to the club and meet up with frank. let me just tell you--cab rides are always entertaining. especially when you can't understand anything the cab driver is saying. so we partied it up at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;s4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with a thousand of my closest friends. i stayed in my corner, between the dancer cage (*yes you read that right) and the corner of frank's bar. at midnight there were hugs and kisses a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OGyPfrZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V6NgULiG47k/s1600-h/100_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160366626509401490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OGyPfrZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V6NgULiG47k/s200/100_2208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll around, a phone call to jason and then frank said the sweetest thing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"where you are and who you're with on new year's says a lot about the year you're going to have. i'm really glad we're together tonight. i think it's for a reason. we're friends for a reason." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;awh. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51O1CPfrcI/AAAAAAAAABo/SI8aBooETNM/s1600-h/l_58f11429a33edf514b6b3251ea530b53.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third. mom's surgery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it went really, really well. kind of a shock considering her medical history. this was&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;number 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and thank goodness, went off without a hitch. the stress of it was rough, but grandma was in town and dad and i are in a much better place this time around than the last time mom had a major surgery. YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fourth. just good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i love these people. i love seeing them. i love talking to them. GOOD PEOPLE. GOOD TIMES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51SDCPfrkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vGXLVxNnApU/s1600-h/franks+night+off+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160370960131403330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51SDCPfrkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vGXLVxNnApU/s200/franks+night+off+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160369821965069874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51RAyPfrjI/AAAAAAAAACg/L2fq2O7V8Os/s200/100_2191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51PTyPfreI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CEVxCtk5O9E/s1600-h/franks+night+off+0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160367949359328738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51PTyPfreI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CEVxCtk5O9E/s200/franks+night+off+0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160369521317359122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51QvSPfrhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ksYHuSvdejA/s200/100_2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51P_SPfrfI/AAAAAAAAACA/DbFMUnvN5qE/s1600-h/franks+night+off+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160368696683638258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51P_SPfrfI/AAAAAAAAACA/DbFMUnvN5qE/s200/franks+night+off+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51QKyPfrgI/AAAAAAAAACI/XKPcuID8hBo/s1600-h/franks+night+off+0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160368894252133890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51QKyPfrgI/AAAAAAAAACI/XKPcuID8hBo/s200/franks+night+off+0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160369693116050978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51Q5SPfriI/AAAAAAAAACY/PwgD12cwfjA/s200/100_2198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so now you're all caught up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how'd ya like that?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-2146221164533801711?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/2146221164533801711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=2146221164533801711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2146221164533801711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/2146221164533801711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-its-january.html' title='so it&apos;s january'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R51OqCPfrbI/AAAAAAAAABg/-KcQeDCDOt8/s72-c/100_2214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-573947198596429400</id><published>2007-11-21T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:11.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Thanks...</title><content type='html'>i suddenly realized that it's november. perhaps i should have noticed when i paid the rent and wrote "november rent" on the check, but no. it's just now hitting me. it could be that because i've had a couple of really not great thanksgivings that the holiday has become, for lack of a better word, tainted. so i decided awhile back that i'd &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;go ahead and not be thankful&lt;/span&gt; on thanksgiving. i'm selfish that day. the other 364 days of the year i try to appreciate all the good in my life and in the world. and so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a blog of thankfulness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... better get it out now or it might get mixed up with all the true thanksgiving-y blogs out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00696/33/14/696794133_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://b3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00696/33/14/696794133_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; birth was rough, i'm sure. and the teen years were rough (no doubt). in the end though i think we've worked out the whole &lt;em&gt;"good relationship"&lt;/em&gt; thing and i'm enjoying it. you're &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and everyone in the world should have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as big as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a105.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/52/l_941f242c4a5d4fdbb2965a2efb63e910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a105.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/52/l_941f242c4a5d4fdbb2965a2efb63e910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. you didn't have to be there all these years, and you were. where else would i have learned how to be accurate when throwing a baseball? i think we might have gone through the motions of love for a while there, but we've come out on top of it. you are a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you have my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but biggest of all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0Rnd_j0s2I/AAAAAAAAABI/dQ2vvIwjFEM/s1600-h/l_2034ba13693ea0daaef240a43cc993db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135343240084763490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0Rnd_j0s2I/AAAAAAAAABI/dQ2vvIwjFEM/s320/l_2034ba13693ea0daaef240a43cc993db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;. you once said that you could see a difference in photos of me from when we first hung out to now... that i finally looked like i am happy, relaxed, comfortable in my own skin. that's all from you. i hope you know that my life would suck without you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v67/246/30/23927759/n23927759_32602819_9238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v67/246/30/23927759/n23927759_32602819_9238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;cousins, aunties, uncles and grandparents. we're a weird bunch; we &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;laugh too loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and cause a scene no matter where we are. that's why i like us. we care enough to embarass the hell out of each other. not to mention the incredible &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we provide, and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that is truly there when needed. and that's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;good times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v111/246/30/23927759/n23927759_33767390_1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v111/246/30/23927759/n23927759_33767390_1524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. the parade, the pictures, the texts, the pokes, the craftiness. you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. thanks, babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a863.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/87/l_cf31b4dda6a34d4c5d4b1e0b6b4dfebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a863.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/87/l_cf31b4dda6a34d4c5d4b1e0b6b4dfebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. for being there. for listening. for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. for laughing. for dancing. for working. you're a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;great friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. here's to what lies ahead.... you got me? Because "I got you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thanks &lt;/span&gt;for all the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-573947198596429400?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/573947198596429400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=573947198596429400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/573947198596429400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/573947198596429400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-thanks.html' title='In Thanks...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0Rnd_j0s2I/AAAAAAAAABI/dQ2vvIwjFEM/s72-c/l_2034ba13693ea0daaef240a43cc993db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-1518948703370416277</id><published>2007-11-20T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:28:52.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.  Update.</title><content type='html'>So the MRI wasn't so bad. I actually fell asleep during the test. It was really cold in the room, so they put this big comfy blanket over me, and I had a pillow, and there was music playing.... so I was out. I won't find out results until next Thursday (so long from now), but I did have my first day back to work today. And it went... not good. I felt that the week resting had resulted in some progress being made... and now I feel as though 95% of that progress is gone from walking so much today. I couldn't take the pain pills because they make me a feel out of it, so I just had to wobble around and make faces when it hurt, since swearing is frowned upon when you're on the sales floor. I nearly cried when I couldn't crouch down to put away a sweater near the end of my shift. I had to have one of my associates do it for me. What a waste. My mood is somber, and I'm frustrated by my physical limitations. Not to mention that yesterday was the one year anniversary of my grandfather passing away. And Thanksgiving is Thursday and I hate that holiday (for various reasons). I'm such a downer; I should end this now. Here's to happy thoughts and a better knee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-1518948703370416277?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/1518948703370416277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=1518948703370416277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1518948703370416277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/1518948703370416277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-mri-wasnt-so-bad.html' title='Ugh.  Update.'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-6135812843990669385</id><published>2007-11-18T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:11.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Knee Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.revolutionhealth.com/contentimages/images-image_popup-ans7_meniscustear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://content.revolutionhealth.com/contentimages/images-image_popup-ans7_meniscustear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.revolutionhealth.com/contentimages/images-image_popup-ans7_meniscustear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, twice in one day. But there's a reason I don't have anything else to do. Last weekend I fell on a slippery floor and sprained my knee. Not a big deal, usually... but since when do I do things that are usual? I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;meniscal tear&lt;/span&gt; in my left knee. I've been in a giant brace and on crutches; it's been a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MRI&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and am mildly nervous about the whole thing. While it's been getting better, it's still not good.... and I've been resting and doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a solid week. Worst case, I'll have surgery the week after Thanksgiving, and it'll take about a month to recover. While I'd love a vacation, this is not the time of year for a retail manager to be out of the office.   Not to mention that is hurts.... like crazy.  And I've been out of the loop for seven days; no work, no friends, no going out.  So let's hope the test goes well tomorrow, yeah?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Giant Brace... that's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0EPCvj0s0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/j6j6fd8pAUc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134401589979951938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0EPCvj0s0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/j6j6fd8pAUc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-6135812843990669385?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/6135812843990669385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=6135812843990669385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6135812843990669385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/6135812843990669385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-twice-in-one-day.html' title='My Knee Trouble'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0EPCvj0s0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/j6j6fd8pAUc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223514636810579231.post-8791499575861355413</id><published>2007-11-18T11:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:17:11.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0BxwPj0svI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azB7J1Rd6LA/s1600-h/n23927759_34387113_8809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134228648826811122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0BxwPj0svI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azB7J1Rd6LA/s200/n23927759_34387113_8809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've already got the whole &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/span&gt; thing going on... and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;... but I've decided I need something more conducive to my ramblings and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Time to blog it up&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose. So kick back, relax, and take a read. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 List&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; idea I totally stole from my friend Melissa... so here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I'm Passionate About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Literature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Passion for life, the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 Things To Do Before I Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Live in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go on a safari in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fall in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Write a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Become fluent in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I Often Say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "Yeah, ya are!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "HEYYYYY..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Absolutely."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "It's all good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "No worries!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Books I've Recently Read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from most recent way back in the day... like 6 months)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Without You"&lt;/span&gt; by Anthony Rapp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"The Autobiography of Henvy VIII"&lt;/span&gt; by Margaret George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" &lt;/span&gt;by JK Rowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "Angels and Demons"&lt;/span&gt; by Dan Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Choke" &lt;/span&gt;byChuck Palahniuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I Could Listen to Over and Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My family &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"Rent"&lt;/span&gt; Soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A great accent--British is best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The sound of my friends'&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; voices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things That Attract Me to My Best Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. They think I'm &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. They have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;great sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. They have &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. They have some quality/knowledge that I do not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I've Leaned this Past Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Things happen for a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I &lt;em&gt;love love love&lt;/em&gt; sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Life is &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; too &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Cable TV doesn't &lt;em&gt;add &lt;/em&gt;anything to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; know &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt; Really, I don't know &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's all for now. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223514636810579231-8791499575861355413?l=yeahyaare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/feeds/8791499575861355413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223514636810579231&amp;postID=8791499575861355413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8791499575861355413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223514636810579231/posts/default/8791499575861355413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahyaare.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright.html' title='Alright...'/><author><name>MELissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02778711188651375942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/SYI6lJRqkuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nek5zaYTGdM/S220/melissa+in+shades.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYNyah0UcSE/R0BxwPj0svI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azB7J1Rd6LA/s72-c/n23927759_34387113_8809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
