tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24179391977066508132024-03-14T00:14:16.114-07:00Mommy to 3!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-33158915315936831442010-10-26T17:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T18:00:36.254-07:00There is a new guy in my life.....His name is Tony Horton. I have been doing P90x for almost 3 months. I am bound and determined to be hot by summer time! I also became a beachbody coach. If you are interested in any beachbody products please let me know. They have a lot more than just P90x! Here are my pictures so far!!!<br />
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www.beachbodycoach.com/melandrewsMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-56152721617483445472010-03-17T07:00:00.000-07:002010-03-17T07:00:03.592-07:00Being a MomA friend of mine posted this on a forum I am on. I loved it so much I felt the need to share with everyone!!<br />
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<b>Being A Mom</b><br />
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We are sitting at lunch one day when <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD12">my daughter</span> casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." <br />
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"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7">have a baby</span>?" <br />
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"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. <br />
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"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." <br />
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But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. <br />
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I want her to know what she will never <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1">learn</span> in childbirth classes. <br />
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I want to tell her that the physical wounds of <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8">child</span> bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. <br />
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I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" <br />
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That every plane crash, every <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3">house fire</span> will haunt her. <br />
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That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. <br />
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I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. <br />
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That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation. <br />
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I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. <br />
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She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6">business meeting</span> and she will think of her baby's sweet smell.<br />
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She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. <br />
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I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. <br />
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That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. <br />
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That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that achild molester may be lurking in that restroom. <br />
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However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. <br />
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Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. <br />
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That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. <br />
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That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her children accomplish theirs <br />
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I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10">stretch marks</span> will become badges of honor. <br />
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My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. <br />
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I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with hischild. <br />
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I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. <br />
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I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. <br />
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I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. <br />
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I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. <br />
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I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. <br />
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My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. <br />
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"You'll never regret it," I finally say. <br />
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Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. <span class="postbody"><br />
</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-63693287806655595842010-02-09T08:09:00.000-08:002010-02-09T08:09:17.305-08:00I'm almost there!I joined a gym about 9 weeks ago....I NEVER stick with a workout routine. So far I have been going to the gym 6 days a week. I also started weight watchers....yup, I am a point counter! But I am seeing results!!! I still have 30 pounds to my goal before our vacation in June. I cannot wait to wear a bikini, stretch marks be damned, I am wearing a bikini this year!!!<br />
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I havent blogged in a couple days so I have some catching up to do. I was given two blog awards. (You should see the amazing dance I did when I saw that)<br />
Jaidyn was out of school for a almost a week because of the snow....this week was right after Christmas break. Needless to say, I was ready for her to go back to school. I started weight watchers because I want the scale to move faster. I do have 40 pounds to get rid of before our vacation!!! I am losing inches but not weight, all the spin classes have been toning and building muscle in my legs. I have to say my butt is starting to look amazing! Its perky again! Woohoo!<br />
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Tuesdays Tips....today I am focusing on fashion for single digit weather!<br />
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When it is this cold and there is snow on the ground, no one will judge you on the shoes you are wearing!<br />
Any type of head wear is ok, seriously it freezing!<br />
I don't care what TMZ says, uggs are your friend! The knock off uggs are alright but the real deal keep your feet so warm its amazing! Both my girls have real uggs and i have a few pairs as well! They are worth every penny!!!<br />
Stiletto boots and ice dont mix! Someone should have warned the girl at walmart. She was trying to look hot in those amazing boots, instead she looked like she had to poop and was trying to keep it in. She was doing this waddle tip toe move. If it wasnt so cold i would have laughed until i cried...but the tears would have frozen on my face!<br />
If you the parent, are bundled up. Your child should also be bundled up. I understand that children have their own ideas when it comes to clothing. My 6 year old would live in glitter Hannah Montana apparel if I let her. But guess what?! I am the mom. It my way or the highway. Your child should not be in short sleeve shirts and flip flops in the snow. I think people should have to pass a test to have children! (The balloon boy incident would not have happened if there was a test to procreate!)<br />
Sorry Tuesdays tips were not as funny or helpful today. I am working on a great list for next week!<br />
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Now moving on to the blog awards!<br />
The first one is from my amazing friend <a href="http://beingchelsea.com/">Chelsea</a>! Her blog is one of my favorites and I read it multiple times a day! Her recipes are to die for! I am going to make those black bean brownies this weekend!<br />
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</div>So, here’s how it works: I have to tell you 7 random things about me, and then I choose 7 of YOU to do the same.<br />
1. I wear a partial on my bottom teeth. Its a retainer with 4 fake teeth attached that I take out at night. Sexy right?!<br />
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2. I am very clumsy and fall down the stairs all the time, I also walk into walls, hit my head on cabinet doors and burn myself while cooking every meal. (I'm more clumsy than Bella, where is my super hot vampire?)<br />
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3. I cannot carry a tune to save my life. I love to sing karaoke and was once asked by the D.J. to stop singing.<br />
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4. I change my underwear 3-4 times a day. I like to wear clean undies and after a few hours they feel stretched out so i put new ones on.<br />
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5. I am very picky about what leftovers get put in the fridge. Chinese food, or raw onions are a no-no. They make the fridge smell and it makes me sick.<br />
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6. I have a spot on my leg that looks like it could be skin cancer. I am too scared to go to the doctor. I am kicking myself now for tanning...however if its not cancer, i cant promise i wont tan again.<br />
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7. I have a tattoo on my back that is one of the worst tattoos anyone has ever seen. Seriously, it makes people stop in their tracks and laugh. I have what was supposed to be angels but look like devils holding their "man parts" No, im not joking!<br />
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I send this blog award to...<br />
<a href="http://ofsoxandbunnies.blogspot.com/">Gretchen</a><br />
<a href="http://thetaminator227.blogspot.com/">Tamara</a><br />
<a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/">Shandal</a><br />
<a href="http://whisperingwriter.blogspot.com/">Amber</a><br />
<a href="http://mycrazylifeinpics.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-8-winter-wonderland.html">Jesi</a><br />
<a href="http://2girlsaguyayellowdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday_12.html">Courtney</a><br />
<a href="http://sweetmegankate.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-eve.html">Lisa</a><br />
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Ok award number 2! This one is from Shandal over at <a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/">My life in 3D</a>. Her blog cracks me up, you should check her out. She is doing P90X and is kicking butt! She has already lost inches! I cant wait to see her results!<br />
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</div>Rules with this one are I have to list 10 things that make me happy and pass it on to 10 blogs.<br />
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1. Mexican food!<br />
2. My Mommy Time<br />
3. A good workout<br />
4. Sangria<br />
5. Trash talking over sporting games.<br />
6. 80's and 90's music<br />
7. Good hair days<br />
8. Pedicures<br />
9. Gymboree's gymbucks<br />
10. 0 point foods!<br />
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10 blogs I was to pass this on too...<br />
<a href="http://grandpooba.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-is-no-longer-in-air.html">Pooba</a><br />
<a href="http://www.beingchelsea.com/">Chelsea</a><br />
<a href="http://myshadowintime.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eleven.html">Amanda</a><br />
<a href="http://10goalsin2010.blogspot.com/2010/01/recipe-italian-rollatini.html">Ashley</a><br />
<a href="http://theadventuresofdiana.blogspot.com/2010/01/non-resolution.html">Diana</a><br />
<a href="http://amandameyer357.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-taste-of-paradise.html">Amanda</a><br />
<a href="http://jenniferandcarlos.blogspot.com/2010/01/princess-sophias-arrival.html">Jen</a><br />
<a href="http://gagleasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up-new-pictures-and-older-ones.html">Karissa</a><br />
<a href="http://thetaminator227.blogspot.com/2010/01/explosion.html">Tamara</a><br />
<a href="http://bethanybakergal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fall-recap.html">Bethany</a><br />
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Enjoy your day everyone!!!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-60917081288715059562010-01-07T11:47:00.000-08:002010-01-07T11:47:13.359-08:00Tuesday's Tips...posted on a Thursday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y1MvGYF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/zZnEHxhyR9I/s1600-h/th_makeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y1MvGYF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/zZnEHxhyR9I/s320/th_makeup.jpg" /></a><br />
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I have been super busy and with a 1 year old stuck to my leg. Posting has been a little difficult. She thinks she should help type too! So round 3 here we go!! I will be focusing on Formal Wear!<br />
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1. While in formal wear, try to keep the sailor mouth low key. It makes you look a little trashy dropping F bombs in tulle and silk.<br />
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</div> I hope you all feel prepared when you go out shopping for your next formal occasion!!!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-33755714481125934152010-01-04T05:50:00.000-08:002010-01-04T05:50:02.494-08:00Dip Spit does in fact freeze.Can winter be over? If you asked me 2 days ago what I thought of all this snow I would have replied,<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">"Its flippin sweet! All of Jays dip spit freezes so I dont have to worry about knocking it over in the car!"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I changed my mind. I want it gone. It can still be balls cold, I just want the snow gone. Here's why...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't drive in the snow, I really have no reason to drive when its this cold. Jaidyn takes the bus to school and I'm a Stay at Home Mommy. Yesterday I decided to venture out on my own. Jason being the very nice guy he is, came out with me and cleaned the windshield so I could see. I start driving....I get on the freeway and as soon as I have merged into my lane a semi truck comes flying by me, covering the wind shield in mushy dirty crap. I turn on my wipers and use the wiper fluid, it freezes to the window. Nice, I am driving blind on a freeway. Like my driving skills aren't bad enough. Lets take away 90% of my visibility. I get off on the first exit I see. I come up to a four way intersection with a red light. I press down on the brake to stop. My van decided not to stop. To top it off I hit some ice. I dont know what to do when you hit ice...I now know you should NOT push the brake as hard as possible. I spun out in the middle of the intersection. I was terrified.I came home and cried like a baby in my bed. Stupid snow! Can I move back to Oceanside just for the winter?<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-87926495487677701562009-12-31T06:14:00.000-08:002009-12-31T07:56:54.844-08:00Apple bottoms jeans..nope padded bottom shorts!Forget the Apple bottoms jeans and the boots with the fur. Last night I rocked the padded bike shorts and the shoes strapped to the pedals!<br />
It was spin class round 2! The first class I took I didnt wear padded shorts. HUGE, HUGE mistake. I was rendered useless for over a week because of the butt soreness. So, I made a pricey purchase of padded shorts. And not the cheap ones padded with foam. These bad boys have a gel seat. My butt does not look cute in them and they kind of make me waddle but I love them! Check the out the padding...its like sitting on a pillow!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was very uncomfortable in them at first, I thought EVERYONE could tell I padded my butt as soon as I walked in to the gym. When I got into the spin room and sat on my bike I was so impressed. My bum did not scream out in pain like last time. I made it through the 50 min class with a smile on my face! The instructor came up to me and asked if I work out a lot because this class didnt look like it was phasing me. I think my cheezy grin threw her off. It was phasing me..it was a very good class. I was just smiling because my wonderful padded butt shorts! Best money I ever spent!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Melissa-1 (Thank you adidas shorts)<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Belly class may always have one up on me but I have evened the score for spin, I will win this battle!<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-22231260775856017012009-12-29T07:47:00.000-08:002009-12-29T07:47:09.659-08:00Tuesday's Tips....Here we go..Round 2! Once again, if you are offended by these, I am sorry. But this are my tips that I feel the need to share!<br />
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1. White eyeliner....not ok! We are not in Junior High anymore!<br />
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2. Glitter. If you are not working a pole...do NOT, I repeat, do NOT wear glitter!<br />
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3. Animal prints. I love them! I really do. However, you have to be very careful when trying to wear animal prints. The rules are as followed.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">You may only wear one article of clothing that is animal print!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your pants, leggins, or tights should NEVER be animal prints.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(I saw animal print skinny jeans in Target and about died!)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bright neon colored animal prints are generally a bad idea.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Its almost 2010 people...not 1983!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. Once again I feel the need to talk about leggins. I do think they are cute when worn right. Your shirt needs to cover your butt when you wear leggins. Think tunic style shirt, or mini dress. I dont want to see your butt in leggins. Especially your underwear lines! Unless you are a size 2, no ones butt looks good in tight leggins. Cover that up!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">5. Jeans tucked into your boots...I love it! If done right. You must buy skinny jeans to tuck into your boots. (Unless in the snow when you are just trying to keep your jeans dry) The bunch up denim look ruins the adorableness of the boots!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">6. This is a HUGE pet peeve for me, so much so that I have chills just writing this down....cat eye eyeliner!! Oh Geeze...I want to take a q-tip to the outer corner of the eye and wipe that hideous crap off! I love me some eyeliner, I wear it everyday. But when you try to do that outer corner flip..i cringe. Here is a photo as an example. If your eyes look like this go to the bathroom right now and wash it off!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Please don't put a picture of yourself up with a caption saying "I look so horrible, fat, hideous, etc" Let's be honest here, if you thought you looked that bad you wouldn't post that picture!! HELLO!! I take bad pictures more times than not, I don't post them! My feeling on this is if you are posting those pictures, you actually think you look good and you want your ego stroked by anyone who see's it. I'm sorry I am not going to say, "Oh, so and so, you don't look fat you look amazing!" No, from now on I will say, "Oh I totally agree...you look horrible in this picture, you should take it down before you are charged with an act of terrorism. It's just wrong to terrorize us with that picture!"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. Orange tans Jersey Shore style. Some spray tans look very natural...the spray bottled tan for Walgreens/CVS does not. Orange is only a good look on a cheeto. Leave it to the snack foods!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. Arm band tattoos on women. Oh Pamela Anderson you started a disgusting trend. I love tattoos, I have a couple. I even like arm tattoos on women. But I think if your going to get an arm tattoo you need to fully commit and get at least a half sleeve. There is no such thing as a dainty arm band. The tattoo artist who told you it looks girly lied..he wanted your $75.00.<br />
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</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-54601077759437744462009-12-28T07:34:00.000-08:002009-12-28T07:34:19.183-08:00The crazy cold white stuff called snow....We have a crap-ton of it! I'm a California Girl, born and raised. This stuff is cold, and I hate having wet muddy pants! We did have some fun playing in it this weekend. My parents have a huge backyard that backs up to a elementary school. The kids had a blast! (Minus Emerson, being cold is not her thing) It is the most snow I have ever seen in person!! Enjoy a few pictures of our snow filled weekend!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was yelling at him to stop walking..I just KNEW he was up to something! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And down I go...Husband of the year award goes to Jason! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At least he helped me up! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and my little sister.<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-60595718701191912412009-12-22T08:24:00.000-08:002009-12-22T08:24:58.873-08:00Tuesday's Tips.<div style="text-align: justify;">I am going to start giving out my tips on Tuesdays. I will warn you...this may offend some. If one of my tips offends you, then what you are doing is probably wrong and you should stop doing it. Or put your big girl panties on and deal with it.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Once you hit your 20's, you can no longer have any crayon colored streaks in your hair.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Just because they make skinny jeans in all sizes, doesn't mean we should all wear them.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. If you and your husband are fighting, changing your facebook/myspace status to divorced does not mean you are divorced.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Sunglasses are for your eyes when its bright outside. They are not a headband. They sell headbands at any store...even the grocery store. You will never be cool enough to wear sunglasses at night. Take them off of your head and put them where they belong.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Please stop taking 100 pictures of yourself in the dressing rooms at the store. If you didn't buy it, you dont need to post pictures of yourself wearing it.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Kissy face pictures are for 12 year olds. You are only allowed 1.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. If you have the time to clean yourself up and look presentable...please at least do the same for your child.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">8. None of us are on The Real Housewives of what ever random city they are in, stop dressing like them.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">9. I dont care how much you paid for your boobs, i dont need to see them hanging out of your shirt.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">10. If you are wearing a black shirt please dont wear white shoes.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">11. Ankle socks with tennis shoes and capris are only ok at the gym. Please buy the wonderful invention called No-Show socks.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">12. I understand boots and jean skirts are cute...snow boots and jean skirts are not. Just glance at a mirror before you leave the house.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">13. You can not wear every "in" trendy item at once. For example, leggins, boots, belt around the waist,scarf and a hat can not all be worn together.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">14. Girls, when you go out to eat with a guy...eat. Ordering a side salad with no dressing is not cute. He doesnt want to spend $10.00 on a bowl of plain lettuce. He knows you do eat, fart and poop. You arent fooling anyone.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">15. If you can not name at least 1 player on the team..you are not allowed to wear their jerseys.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks for reading Tuesday's Tip round 1! Check back next week for some more brutally honest tips!<br />
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</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-20881758313082742782009-12-21T19:13:00.000-08:002009-12-21T19:13:21.070-08:00Belly Dancer.....not this lady!<div style="text-align: center;">Belly Dancing<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sounds exotic right?!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If your thin, beautiful and coordinated.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried it....I suck.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is how I came about trying to shake my jello rolls.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hurt my knee so I cant do the elliptical.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw sign ups for Belly Dancing and I thought,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"OOOhhhh, Thats sounds like fun, I love to shake what my momma gave me"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I figured all you do is shake your stuff so my knee would be fine.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">WRONG!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crazy instructor lady with the bright red tacky flowers in her hair tried to kill me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">First, they hand you this sash with those horrid coins on them.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, I had to find one to fit my hips....nice ego bashing there.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We start off and I realize holding my hands above my head doing weird snake like moves KILLS.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt like i was bench pressing my husband.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then the hips shaking started.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She had us turning in weird circles and line dancing. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is something wrong with feeling the fat in your butt jiggle that bad DURING a workout.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Made me very thankful for the hideous coin covered sash to hide it.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No one deserved to see that.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After the 50 minute class was over, My body hurt and I realized I am not as coordinated as I thought.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't get me wrong I can drop it like its hot.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can not look sexy trying to belly dance.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know....because I had to do this in front of a mirror.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to say Belly Dancing-1<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poor Chunky uncoordinated mom of 3 with the bum knee-0<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-60377532486208879692009-12-19T20:19:00.000-08:002009-12-19T22:09:54.275-08:00Let me introduce Last Call....<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Last Call </i>would be my Fan-flippin-tastic Jersey Shore Nick Name.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thats right....<i>Last call</i>! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>S-Pop</i> over at <a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/">My Life in 3D</a> shared this website with me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I suggest you all go get a Jersey Shore nickname!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.unlikelywords.com/2009/12/08/jersey-shore-nickname-generator/">The greatest site EVER!</a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By the way, Jason's nickname was <i>Hard Hat</i>! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love it!<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-22357148684485696572009-12-17T07:08:00.000-08:002009-12-17T07:08:56.393-08:00Religion and School?Jaidyn my first grader came home this week with paperwork and artwork she did at school. Like always, I take it out of her awesome Jonas Brothers backpack and check it out. I was a little surprised by what I saw. She learned all about Kwanzaa. I asked her what she learned about it, heres our conversation,<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Jaidyn, what is this? (Pointing to a kwanzaa art paper)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mommy, thats all about Kwanzaa<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(She said it more like, KAH- wan- ZEEAH)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What is Kwnazaa, Jaidyn?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some weird holiday kind of like Christmas.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh really? Did you learn about Christmas?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No, but I already know mom!!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, do you, why do we celebrate Christmas?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Her hand on her hip, rolling her eyes at me)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because Jesus was born!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They didn't teach you that at school sissy?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No, they talked about Santa...some people believe he brings gifts if your good,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but Justin was really bad so if Santa was real he wouldnt get ANY!!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jaidyn, does santa bring you gifts?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No, Santa is pretend! Hes like a clown who helps celebrate Jesus.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Did you tell anyone at school he's pretend? (We talked about this)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">NO Mommy! You told me I couldnt tell them their clothes don't match or that Santa isnt real!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you going to learn about the birth of Jesus at school?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Probably (She says it probaby) not. Sometimes they don't teach us important stuff.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, my question is, if they are going to teach about one religion, shouldn't they teach about all? We are Christian, I am raising my children Christian but I do want them to have an understanding about other religions. Mainly because when they get questioned about their beliefs I want them to be able to intelligently talk about it. I don't want people to think they are Christian because that is all they know. Just like I don't want people to think I am republican because I don't know anything. I study both sides of Politics and I have studied many other religions. But, I don't think the schools should teach anything about it. At least not until the kids are older to have a discussion about their views. In first grade can we keep it to simple math and reading. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And to let you know why we don't teach them about Santa it's because one day they do learn he isn't real. I didn't want them to question if Jesus is real or if we made him up too. And yes, I have had to talk to Jaidyn about not telling other people they don't match. She is a little fashionista, there have been time I have come down the stairs and she points at me up and down and says, "Umm, no. You need to change." My 6 year old is a spitfire! A very nicely dressed spitfire!<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-88471580895441473282009-12-15T06:03:00.000-08:002009-12-15T06:03:40.906-08:00Tuesdays.....Almost as bad as Mondays.Oh Tuesday, I hate you! Now on to my ramblings.<br />
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Saturday we went to the P&G Christmas party. It was fun, nice to get dressed up and open bar! We got gift baskets with laundry soap, toilet paper, swifter, cleaner....Gotta love P&G products! Funny story from that night, we were in a ballroom next to a wedding. While I was in the restroom the bride came in with red wine all over her dress. The maid of honor spilled her glass down the bride. (I would have elbow dropped her right there.) I felt so bad for the bride so I ran and got my trusty bottle of tide and we got the red wine out. Jason said we should have grabbed the marketing team and told them about it. Maybe they can give him a little bonus for it. Haha! Here is a picture from that night.<br />
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I have been thinking a lot lately about appropriate gym attire. I sold my elliptical and I am spending that money on workout clothes. I had one pair of yoga pants and I hate washing them after every workout. I have noticed a lot of women at the gym in full makeup and their hair done. I think thats overkill. Yes, I have makeup on when I go, if its in the evening. Its just the makeup I had on during the day. I wont retouch and I sweat so much the makeup is pretty much gone at the end of my workout. I also take off some of my eye makeup if i wore a lot that day. What is too much for the gym? At what point do you look like a gym rat who is on the prowl for one of those very nice muscular men there? By the way...if you have lipstick on, for the love of all that is holy, wipe it off! Lipstick in a gym is way too much! I will make fun of you for that one. Just a warning....now its fair game! Opinions please......Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-52525333689737712692009-12-09T06:43:00.000-08:002009-12-09T06:43:14.611-08:00New products!I didn't want to use my blog as a way to promote my business. So this will not happen often but I did get some new bows up for the holidays! I also just ordered Kstate, KU and MU ribbon for BBall! And I have to warn you..if I see a bow on someone's site that has been copied.....you might get called out! (I'm tired of ignoring it)<br />
www.angelfacebows.comMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-61238354051219833612009-12-08T10:26:00.000-08:002009-12-08T10:26:40.068-08:00Tuesday Thoughts on Tiger.<div style="text-align: left;">Tiger Woods.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">30 days ago, if someone said Tiger Woods you thought, Amazing Golfer.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Someone says Tiger now you think, Cheating Bastard.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When the story first broke Tiger was quoted saying..<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Personal sins should not require press releases and problems within a family shouldn't have to mean public confessions."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I totally agreed with this statement....until like 35 more women came out of the woodwork. Really Tiger?! You owe the world an explanation now! If you dont want to explain your wrong doings....then dont become famous. Sorry! And Kudos to his wife for handling it...beating a golfer with his own clubs! Love It!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And to all the celebrity men who want to cheat on their wives....really, a waitress in LA or Vegas? You think she is a waitress by choice. No, she is waiting for her big break. And guess what she just got via your pants!<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-27603585556736585912009-12-07T08:33:00.000-08:002009-12-07T08:33:26.891-08:00Screaming, crying and puking!A quick recap of the past few days. I did the kids pictures for our Christmas Card. It involved a lot of screaming and crying and Emerson running away from us! I could NOT get a decent picture for our card so I went with what I got. It is by far my favorite card we have ever done!!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also have been busting my butt working out at home for the past couple months. I have gotten some results but needed more. We finally joined a gym and I am so excited. The gym we joined has so many things for the kids too that are free to members. Dance, Karate, Swim., etc. I also decided to do a spin class.....Holy Crap!!! It was hardcore, i wanted to die, i literally wanted to be struck dead right there. I ended up throwing up a little bit but it was so worth it. I made it..i finished the 50 minute class!! Next class I will be wearing padded shorts. The pain in my butt has been unreal. I will take healing from childbirth to bike seat pain any day!! <br />
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1. My coffee. It's a big thing around my house. I love coffee in all forms!<br />
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2. My phone. Jason never answers his phone when I call him. But he will always answer a text.<br />
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4. The baby gate. Our front room is up stairs (Split level house) Without this gate Emme would have taken a tumble at some point. I only wish we would have purchased another one for the stairs going up to our master. We can't keep her off of those!<br />
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</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-47954985360953568482009-11-11T12:32:00.000-08:002009-11-11T12:41:16.969-08:00Wordless WednesdayNot quite wordless...click on the picture to make it bigger! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Svsg8kSvNkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tlx3UU28Ae8/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Svsg8kSvNkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tlx3UU28Ae8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402948402867549762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsguC_QP1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KV5Bqvep6zk/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsguC_QP1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KV5Bqvep6zk/s320/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402948153409290066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsgiD6RtBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ACmDWSA2K6Q/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsgiD6RtBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ACmDWSA2K6Q/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402947947498419218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsgRgbrpmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_-OkP7bhC_4/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsgRgbrpmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_-OkP7bhC_4/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402947663096948322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Svsf9HjcU8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zuzAAFQu7pQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Svsf9HjcU8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zuzAAFQu7pQ/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402947312821228482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsfvIghgDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z4fiI1o9ISQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SvsfvIghgDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/z4fiI1o9ISQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402947072559251506" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-37372981394196132582009-11-11T06:13:00.001-08:002009-11-17T15:10:05.672-08:00I think I am ready!I'm back! I'm ready to start blogging again. I know you are sitting there clapping your hands and doing a happy dance. What inspired me to make my re-entry to the blogging world was reading someones blog yesterday, (<a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/">My life in 3D</a>) she was talking about the kinds of friends there are in life. I sat down and wondered what kind of friend am I? I came to the conclusion that I am the friend of convenience. And what does this mean? Well, I am a hairstylist who no longer works in a salon, so it amazes me who wants to be my friend when their roots are bad. I run a online boutique, people always want to be my friend when they need a bow and would like a discount. People want to be my friend when they need someone to watch their kids. People want to be my friend when there is no one else better to call. I'm reliable and convenient. This was a hard pill to swallow. I really noticed that lack of friendships I have when Emerson was in the hospital. (more on that next post) I was supposed to bring plates for Jaidyns hallowwen party. Jaidyn didnt go to school that day because we were at the hospital with Emerson. So I was going to have my sister drop of the plates for me but I culdnt get ahold of her. It hit me then, I dont have anyone I can call and ask them to bring paper plats to the school for me. Talk about a wakeup call, your baby is in a hospital bed with ivs in her arm in an isolation room and you just realized you dont have anyone you can call for a simple favor. Life sucked at that moment.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-72053551103714971942009-02-16T21:50:00.000-08:002009-02-16T21:59:27.798-08:00On my way to a rockin' bod!Alright, I feel like I have spent my 20's pregnant or feeling ugly because I was pregnant. (Ok, granted I am only 25..but I FEEL old) I have made the commitment to get rid of the extra weight. I have cut out all sodas (This is soo hard for me, I HATE water) I cut back my portions.(Also sucks) I LOVE my foods so I am not really eating diet foods, just MUCH MUCH smaller portions. Is it bad when my 4 month old butterball starts to resemble a juicy ham? My goal is to lose 25-30 lbs. (I'd also like the stretch marks to magically disappear) Jason and I want to do something nice for our wedding anniversary this year. (We have never spent one alone together...this will be number 8) I want to be at my ideal weight by then. (Sorry, im not sharing the actual numbers) If I can get to my goal by summer I WILL wear a 2 piece!!! I will just have to sit here and look at food porn while munching on a carrot stick and chanting...I will look good, I will look good......Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987noreply@blogger.com1