<?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-2417939197706650813</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:26:43.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy to 3!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3315891531593683144</id><published>2010-10-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:00:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a new guy in my life.....</title><content type='html'>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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4osDCXqI/AAAAAAAAANw/IJ-3qRVbhOo/s1600/BeforeFront-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4osDCXqI/AAAAAAAAANw/IJ-3qRVbhOo/s320/BeforeFront-1-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4vSlf4TI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4BLfj3uNhEo/s1600/front60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4vSlf4TI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4BLfj3uNhEo/s320/front60.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4yCHEJcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-zxoWq268vQ/s1600/BeforeBackFlex-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4yCHEJcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-zxoWq268vQ/s320/BeforeBackFlex-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4tP0ExFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UlQg_oTl1qA/s1600/back60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4tP0ExFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UlQg_oTl1qA/s320/back60.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4F4EIAyI/AAAAAAAAANs/HSpbDaEt_vs/s1600/mucles1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4F4EIAyI/AAAAAAAAANs/HSpbDaEt_vs/s1600/mucles1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cant believe I am putting these out for everyone to see, but I want people to know that P90x DOES work! I can tell a huge difference so far and can't wait to finish this round and start all over!&lt;br /&gt;www.beachbodycoach.com/melandrews&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3315891531593683144?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3315891531593683144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3315891531593683144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3315891531593683144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3315891531593683144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-is-new-guy-in-my-life.html' title='There is a new guy in my life.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/TMd4osDCXqI/AAAAAAAAANw/IJ-3qRVbhOo/s72-c/BeforeFront-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5615272161748344547</id><published>2010-03-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:00:03.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mom</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted this on a forum I am on. I loved it so much I felt the need to share with everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being A Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sitting at lunch one day when &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD12"&gt;my daughter&lt;/span&gt; casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7"&gt;have a baby&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know what she will never &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; in childbirth classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her that the physical wounds of &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That every plane crash, every &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;house fire&lt;/span&gt; will haunt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;business meeting&lt;/span&gt; and she will think of her baby's sweet smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10"&gt;stretch marks&lt;/span&gt; will become badges of honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never regret it," I finally say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.             &lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5615272161748344547?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5615272161748344547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5615272161748344547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5615272161748344547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5615272161748344547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-mom.html' title='Being a Mom'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6369328780665559584</id><published>2010-02-09T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:09:17.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost there!</title><content type='html'>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.&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to wear a bikini, stretch marks be damned, I am wearing a bikini this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S3GIpNPwKRI/AAAAAAAAANc/Zlq71zmoAWE/s1600-h/009-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S3GIpNPwKRI/AAAAAAAAANc/Zlq71zmoAWE/s320/009-4.jpg" /&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/2417939197706650813-6369328780665559584?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6369328780665559584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6369328780665559584' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6369328780665559584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6369328780665559584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-almost-there.html' title='I&apos;m almost there!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S3GIpNPwKRI/AAAAAAAAANc/Zlq71zmoAWE/s72-c/009-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2343785338654916029</id><published>2010-01-12T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:13:19.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tips and other Tantalizing Tidbits....</title><content type='html'>Catchy title huh?!&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays Tips....today I am focusing on fashion for single digit weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is this cold and there is snow on the ground, no one will judge you on the shoes you are wearing!&lt;br /&gt;Any type of head wear is ok, seriously it freezing!&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;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!)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Tuesdays tips were not as funny or helpful today. I am working on a great list for next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on to the blog awards!&lt;br /&gt;The first one is from my amazing friend &lt;a href="http://beingchelsea.com/"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt;! 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0yU6LH3GKI/AAAAAAAAANE/UGTNVT3nq2o/s1600-h/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0yU6LH3GKI/AAAAAAAAANE/UGTNVT3nq2o/s320/blogger.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send this blog award to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ofsoxandbunnies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetaminator227.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shandal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whisperingwriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycrazylifeinpics.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-8-winter-wonderland.html"&gt;Jesi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2girlsaguyayellowdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-tuesday_12.html"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetmegankate.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-eve.html"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok award number 2! This one is from Shandal over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/"&gt;My life in 3D&lt;/a&gt;. 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0ya2pS_I8I/AAAAAAAAANM/gokpUVphquM/s1600-h/Award1+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0ya2pS_I8I/AAAAAAAAANM/gokpUVphquM/s320/Award1+%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rules with this one are I have to list 10 things that make me happy and pass it on to 10 blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mexican food!&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mommy Time&lt;br /&gt;3. A good workout&lt;br /&gt;4. Sangria&lt;br /&gt;5. Trash talking over sporting games.&lt;br /&gt;6. 80's and 90's music&lt;br /&gt;7. Good hair days&lt;br /&gt;8. Pedicures&lt;br /&gt;9. Gymboree's gymbucks&lt;br /&gt;10. 0 point foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 blogs I was to pass this on too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandpooba.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-is-no-longer-in-air.html"&gt;Pooba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beingchelsea.com/"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myshadowintime.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eleven.html"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://10goalsin2010.blogspot.com/2010/01/recipe-italian-rollatini.html"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theadventuresofdiana.blogspot.com/2010/01/non-resolution.html"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandameyer357.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-taste-of-paradise.html"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferandcarlos.blogspot.com/2010/01/princess-sophias-arrival.html"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gagleasons.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up-new-pictures-and-older-ones.html"&gt;Karissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetaminator227.blogspot.com/2010/01/explosion.html"&gt;Tamara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bethanybakergal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fall-recap.html"&gt;Bethany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2343785338654916029?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2343785338654916029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2343785338654916029' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2343785338654916029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2343785338654916029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesdays-tips-and-other-tantalizing.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tips and other Tantalizing Tidbits....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0yU6LH3GKI/AAAAAAAAANE/UGTNVT3nq2o/s72-c/blogger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6091708128871505956</id><published>2010-01-07T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:47:13.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tips...posted on a Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y1MvGYF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/zZnEHxhyR9I/s320/th_makeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y1lgf4eZI/AAAAAAAAAME/novkmPHmSLY/s1600-h/jaidynfbomb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y1lgf4eZI/AAAAAAAAAME/novkmPHmSLY/s320/jaidynfbomb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. This is bad, there really are no words...Just don't ever buy a dress like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y2kBmDhGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/N--7AE_U9hg/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y2kBmDhGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/N--7AE_U9hg/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Team logos, colors, mascotts are not allowed in formal wear. Sorry, keep the jerseys for game day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y2_52kypI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YTSSYtufOuw/s1600-h/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y2_52kypI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YTSSYtufOuw/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y3GXgEH2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nE-y0erqNs0/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y3GXgEH2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nE-y0erqNs0/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. We are not in the second grade. Keep your scissors away from your dress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y3tiZ-dBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K4YfYcbUXxw/s1600-h/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y3tiZ-dBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K4YfYcbUXxw/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y4DZwNSqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r_IdtbiyKdU/s1600-h/baddress.htm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y4DZwNSqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r_IdtbiyKdU/s320/baddress.htm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. If your dress is not made by Gucci, you shouldn't have a dress out of Gucci material. Especially the material used for their Handbags or Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y4i7FbYfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6fepfscdN2U/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y4i7FbYfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6fepfscdN2U/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Nail clippers are our friend! And if the tip of your toe is hanging over your shoe...buy the next size up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y4-Sq-TII/AAAAAAAAAM8/gcY18bOIQHw/s1600-h/16-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y4-Sq-TII/AAAAAAAAAM8/gcY18bOIQHw/s320/16-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hope you all feel prepared when you go out shopping for your next formal occasion!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-6091708128871505956?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6091708128871505956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6091708128871505956' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6091708128871505956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6091708128871505956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesdays-tipsposted-on-thursday.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tips...posted on a Thursday!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/S0Y1MvGYF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/zZnEHxhyR9I/s72-c/th_makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3375571448112593415</id><published>2010-01-04T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:50:02.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dip Spit does in fact freeze.</title><content type='html'>Can winter be over? If you asked me 2 days ago what I thought of all this snow I would have replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Its flippin sweet! All of Jays dip spit freezes so I dont have to worry about knocking it over in the car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I changed my mind. I want it gone. It can still be balls cold, I just want the snow gone. Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3375571448112593415?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3375571448112593415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3375571448112593415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3375571448112593415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3375571448112593415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2010/01/dip-spit-does-in-fact-freeze.html' title='Dip Spit does in fact freeze.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8792649548767770156</id><published>2009-12-31T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:56:54.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple bottoms jeans..nope padded bottom shorts!</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzywD94vCKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_4vHMQdjaj8/s1600-h/shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzywD94vCKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_4vHMQdjaj8/s320/shorts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzywBHJiyKI/AAAAAAAAALs/wo8J5X5NdAU/s1600-h/shorts1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzywBHJiyKI/AAAAAAAAALs/wo8J5X5NdAU/s320/shorts1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uncomfortable Bike seat-1 (Stupid first class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Melissa-1 (Thank you adidas shorts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Belly class may always have one up on me but I have evened the score for spin, I will win this battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8792649548767770156?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8792649548767770156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8792649548767770156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8792649548767770156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8792649548767770156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/apple-bottoms-jeansnope-padded-bottom.html' title='Apple bottoms jeans..nope padded bottom shorts!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzywD94vCKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_4vHMQdjaj8/s72-c/shorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2223126077585601701</id><published>2009-12-29T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:47:09.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tips....</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. White eyeliner....not ok! We are not in Junior High anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Glitter. If you are not working a pole...do NOT, I repeat, do NOT wear glitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may only wear one article of clothing that is animal print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your pants, leggins, or tights should NEVER be animal prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I saw animal print skinny jeans in Target and about died!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bright neon colored animal prints are generally a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its almost 2010 people...not 1983!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzofxIcTZnI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4Pa79B7PU4/s1600-h/eyeliner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzofxIcTZnI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4Pa79B7PU4/s320/eyeliner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. Here is a tip for anyone who posts pictures on myspace/facebook/hi5/blogger...anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. Clip on hair extensions. Just because Jessica Simpson put her name on cheap extensions doesn't make them ok. She doesn't use them so you shouldn't either! If you want extensions stop being cheap and go pay a professional to do them. Other wise you will look like JWoww on Jersey Shore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzojszNw_MI/AAAAAAAAALk/dz4bSRcxiJo/s1600-h/jwoww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzojszNw_MI/AAAAAAAAALk/dz4bSRcxiJo/s320/jwoww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Those are the tips today! Check back next week for some more brutally honest tips!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2223126077585601701?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2223126077585601701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2223126077585601701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2223126077585601701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2223126077585601701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesdays-tips_29.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tips....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzofxIcTZnI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4Pa79B7PU4/s72-c/eyeliner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5460107775943774446</id><published>2009-12-28T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:34:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy cold white stuff called snow....</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKJk5-DbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oGrxJZzT19o/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKJk5-DbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oGrxJZzT19o/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjJ8dX-maI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YQmqP1PS1xY/s1600-h/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjJ8dX-maI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YQmqP1PS1xY/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking the "Sliding Bowls" back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKTy00D2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_9urgU0Zt60/s1600-h/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKTy00D2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_9urgU0Zt60/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Daddy's help.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKwLiB9cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ct-WG9bPkJ8/s1600-h/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKwLiB9cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ct-WG9bPkJ8/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....They made it over the little hill and into the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjLDYAb6QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JjzQruEzXNo/s1600-h/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjLDYAb6QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JjzQruEzXNo/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjLUgDoVRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HVTyDyp_vsU/s1600-h/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjLUgDoVRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HVTyDyp_vsU/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjLolFxtwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xQKXS9fKkOo/s1600-h/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjLolFxtwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xQKXS9fKkOo/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjMIJ2iclI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zwXe7HTsM7o/s1600-h/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjMIJ2iclI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zwXe7HTsM7o/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjMZQU0K3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tCegFeCeGTM/s1600-h/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjMZQU0K3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tCegFeCeGTM/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjMoPzh0oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_41qEFzVCdE/s1600-h/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjMoPzh0oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_41qEFzVCdE/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was yelling at him to stop walking..I just KNEW he was up to something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjM84IFzfI/AAAAAAAAALE/QjuFV0XirQM/s1600-h/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjM84IFzfI/AAAAAAAAALE/QjuFV0XirQM/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And down I go...Husband of the year award goes to Jason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjNPYm1WVI/AAAAAAAAALM/fi4-WlkLaMI/s1600-h/069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjNPYm1WVI/AAAAAAAAALM/fi4-WlkLaMI/s320/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least he helped me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjNmKbCffI/AAAAAAAAALU/DX9FG0DqGVQ/s1600-h/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjNmKbCffI/AAAAAAAAALU/DX9FG0DqGVQ/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5460107775943774446?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5460107775943774446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5460107775943774446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5460107775943774446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5460107775943774446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-cold-white-stuff-called-snow.html' title='The crazy cold white stuff called snow....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SzjKJk5-DbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oGrxJZzT19o/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6059571870119191241</id><published>2009-12-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:24:58.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Once you hit your 20's, you can no longer have any crayon colored streaks in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Just because they make skinny jeans in all sizes, doesn't mean we should all wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. If you and your husband are fighting, changing your facebook/myspace status to divorced does not mean you are divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Kissy face pictures are for 12 year olds. You are only allowed 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. If you have the time to clean yourself up and look presentable...please at least do the same for your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. None of us are on The Real Housewives of what ever random city they are in, stop dressing like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. I dont care how much you paid for your boobs, i dont need to see them hanging out of your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. If you are wearing a black shirt please dont wear white shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Ankle socks with tennis shoes and capris are only ok at the gym. Please buy the wonderful invention called No-Show socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. If you can not name at least 1 player on the team..you are not allowed to wear their jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for reading Tuesday's Tip round 1! Check back next week for some more brutally honest tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-6059571870119191241?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6059571870119191241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6059571870119191241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6059571870119191241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6059571870119191241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesdays-tips.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tips.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2088175831308274278</id><published>2009-12-21T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:13:21.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Dancer.....not this lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belly Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds exotic right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If your thin, beautiful and coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried it....I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is how I came about trying to shake my jello rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hurt my knee so I cant do the elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw sign ups for Belly Dancing and I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OOOhhhh, Thats sounds like fun, I love to shake what my momma gave me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured all you do is shake your stuff so my knee would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy instructor lady with the bright red tacky flowers in her hair tried to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, they hand you this sash with those horrid coins on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I had to find one to fit my hips....nice ego bashing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We start off and I realize holding my hands above my head doing weird snake like moves KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like i was bench pressing my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the hips shaking started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had us turning in weird circles and line dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is something wrong with feeling the fat in your butt jiggle that bad DURING a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made me very thankful for the hideous coin covered sash to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one deserved to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the 50 minute class was over, My body hurt and I realized I am not as coordinated as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me wrong I can drop it like its hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not look sexy trying to belly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know....because I had to do this in front of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say Belly Dancing-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Chunky uncoordinated mom of 3 with the bum knee-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2088175831308274278?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2088175831308274278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2088175831308274278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2088175831308274278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2088175831308274278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/belly-dancernot-this-lady.html' title='Belly Dancer.....not this lady!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6037753248620887969</id><published>2009-12-19T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:09:54.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce Last Call....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Call &lt;/i&gt;would be my Fan-flippin-tastic Jersey Shore Nick Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats right....&lt;i&gt;Last call&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;S-Pop&lt;/i&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life in 3D&lt;/a&gt; shared this website with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suggest you all go get a Jersey Shore nickname!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.unlikelywords.com/2009/12/08/jersey-shore-nickname-generator/"&gt;The greatest site EVER!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, Jason's nickname was &lt;i&gt;Hard Hat&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-6037753248620887969?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6037753248620887969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6037753248620887969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6037753248620887969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6037753248620887969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-introduce-last-call.html' title='Let me introduce Last Call....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2235714868448569657</id><published>2009-12-17T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:08:56.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion and School?</title><content type='html'>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,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaidyn, what is this? (Pointing to a kwanzaa art paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy, thats all about Kwanzaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(She said it more like, KAH- wan- ZEEAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is Kwnazaa, Jaidyn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some weird holiday kind of like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh really? Did you learn about Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, but I already know mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, do you, why do we celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Her hand on her hip, rolling her eyes at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Jesus was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't teach you that at school sissy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, they talked about Santa...some people believe he brings gifts if your good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but Justin was really bad so if Santa was real he wouldnt get ANY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaidyn, does santa bring you gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, Santa is pretend! Hes like a clown who helps celebrate Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you tell anyone at school he's pretend? (We talked about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO Mommy! You told me I couldnt tell them their clothes don't match or that Santa isnt real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you going to learn about the birth of Jesus at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably (She says it probaby) not. Sometimes they don't teach us important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2235714868448569657?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2235714868448569657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2235714868448569657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2235714868448569657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2235714868448569657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/religion-and-school.html' title='Religion and School?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8847158089544147328</id><published>2009-12-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:03:40.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays.....Almost as bad as Mondays.</title><content type='html'>Oh Tuesday, I hate you! Now on to my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the P&amp;amp;G Christmas party. It was fun, nice to get dressed up and open bar!&amp;nbsp; We got gift baskets with laundry soap, toilet paper, swifter, cleaner....Gotta love P&amp;amp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SyeVmnt7fVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3Be8_bXKmx8/s1600-h/christmas+party+09+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SyeVmnt7fVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3Be8_bXKmx8/s320/christmas+party+09+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8847158089544147328?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8847158089544147328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8847158089544147328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8847158089544147328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8847158089544147328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesdaysalmost-as-bad-as-mondays.html' title='Tuesdays.....Almost as bad as Mondays.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SyeVmnt7fVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3Be8_bXKmx8/s72-c/christmas+party+09+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5252533368973771269</id><published>2009-12-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:43:14.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New products!</title><content type='html'>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)&lt;br /&gt;www.angelfacebows.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5252533368973771269?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5252533368973771269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5252533368973771269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5252533368973771269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5252533368973771269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-products.html' title='New products!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6123835405121983361</id><published>2009-12-08T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:26:40.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Thoughts on Tiger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tiger Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;30 days ago, if someone said Tiger Woods you thought, Amazing Golfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone says Tiger now you think, Cheating Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When the story first broke Tiger was quoted saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Personal sins should not require press releases and problems within a family shouldn't have to mean public confessions."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-6123835405121983361?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6123835405121983361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6123835405121983361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6123835405121983361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6123835405121983361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-thoughts-on-tiger.html' title='Tuesday Thoughts on Tiger.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2760358555673658591</id><published>2009-12-07T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:33:26.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming, crying and puking!</title><content type='html'>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!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Sx0szY2onYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kus43-jkCFg/s1600-h/card_Page_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Sx0szY2onYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kus43-jkCFg/s320/card_Page_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;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!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2760358555673658591?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2760358555673658591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2760358555673658591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2760358555673658591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2760358555673658591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/screaming-crying-and-puking.html' title='Screaming, crying and puking!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/Sx0szY2onYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kus43-jkCFg/s72-c/card_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3568136691798600972</id><published>2009-12-02T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:48:16.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxZ-FS2sPUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0V9JglmC8rc/s1600-h/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxZ-FS2sPUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0V9JglmC8rc/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3568136691798600972?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3568136691798600972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3568136691798600972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3568136691798600972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3568136691798600972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxZ-FS2sPUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0V9JglmC8rc/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4535341579707212344</id><published>2009-11-30T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:10:23.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it!</title><content type='html'>I made the tamales and they were wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPP6uxB48I/AAAAAAAAAIk/gKsmwpuXt14/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPP6uxB48I/AAAAAAAAAIk/gKsmwpuXt14/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pork cooked in green sauce and shredded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPQKMigkII/AAAAAAAAAIs/GeOB3EjfFW8/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPQKMigkII/AAAAAAAAAIs/GeOB3EjfFW8/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the ingreidents needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPQdmv-grI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UM6lQIBJbfw/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPQdmv-grI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UM6lQIBJbfw/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to search all over to find these!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPQxCRLKyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c3mDVkU_8wM/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPQxCRLKyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c3mDVkU_8wM/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPRJJcUvXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mmC6dRBial8/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPRJJcUvXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mmC6dRBial8/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Husks soaking in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPRZcNI2fI/AAAAAAAAAJM/A7ELkRh7H1c/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPRZcNI2fI/AAAAAAAAAJM/A7ELkRh7H1c/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spread masa mixture on husks and add spoonful of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPR_jpad1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/zPoorsKocEk/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPR_jpad1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/zPoorsKocEk/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Steam for 1 hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy with the way these turned out! They tasted like the ones from back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4535341579707212344?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4535341579707212344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4535341579707212344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4535341579707212344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4535341579707212344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-do-it.html' title='I can do it!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SxPP6uxB48I/AAAAAAAAAIk/gKsmwpuXt14/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5204741018380523363</id><published>2009-11-20T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:21:27.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping in with both feet...</title><content type='html'>One of the things I miss from back home (Modesto, CA) is homemade tamales. It was normal for people to knock on your door selling tamales. We would always buy tons! There is nothing like a good tamale. Well, I miss those. We found someone out here who sold some and they were HORRIBLE! It was a devastating blow. The other day I decided I'm going to make my own tamales. This is going to be a daunting task. I have never worked with lard before and making the masa seems tricky. If its not the perfect consistancy your tamale will be like a rock. Its going to be trial and error today in my house. Wish Me Luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5204741018380523363?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5204741018380523363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5204741018380523363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5204741018380523363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5204741018380523363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/11/jumping-in-with-both-feet.html' title='Jumping in with both feet...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4798149202197101362</id><published>2009-11-18T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:01:13.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a wordless wednesday....</title><content type='html'>I can describe my wednesday in one word...or sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(Screams while bangs head on wall) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4798149202197101362?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4798149202197101362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4798149202197101362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4798149202197101362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4798149202197101362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Not a wordless wednesday....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4214807675319638750</id><published>2009-11-17T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:12:23.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things</title><content type='html'>I have read this post on a few blogs lately (&lt;a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life in 3D&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://2girlsaguyayellowdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama Donna Hey!&lt;/a&gt;)and of course I wanted to join in as well! These are 10 things I cannot live without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My coffee. It's a big thing around my house. I love coffee in all forms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMJPKyq2bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_xq7Cs1vs3Q/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMJPKyq2bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_xq7Cs1vs3Q/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My phone. Jason never answers his phone when I call him. But he will always answer a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMJsJ2FDvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Gaz047xQ0E/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMJsJ2FDvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Gaz047xQ0E/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Chapstick. Now that I wear a partial on the bottom my lips always get chapped. I don't know why a partial would cause that but it does. I will have a panic attack if I don't have chapstick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMKEkRKGqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G5BqbzDINFE/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMKEkRKGqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G5BqbzDINFE/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMKuHS8euI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZLG36O0aYg/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMKuHS8euI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LZLG36O0aYg/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; The high chair!!! We would not be able to feed her without it. She's always on the go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMLBqMRtuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f2b3MS6oteY/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMLBqMRtuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f2b3MS6oteY/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Biosilk Silk Therapy. I have frizzy hair and this makes my hair feel wonderful. It also works great on my legs after I shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMLjS7y0wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wC3QAMTAKMQ/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMLjS7y0wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wC3QAMTAKMQ/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. My glasses. I am pretty much blind without them. I have prescription sunglasses as well. I'd like to thank my Aunt Patti for supplying me with name brand frames! So far I have Juicy, Kate Spade, Marc Jacobs, and Valentino. I'm hoping for some more for Christmas...when you HAVE to wear glasses, you should at least make a statement with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMMKhoVPWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GmS0d9I1yD0/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMMKhoVPWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GmS0d9I1yD0/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. My Laptop. I won't even use our desktop anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMMgtyYGxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0f-A3wkRgI4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMMgtyYGxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0f-A3wkRgI4/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9. The elliptical. I have it in the dining room. And yes, I know that it looks tacky there..but you try sitting at the table eating junk with that right in front of you! Once we put it there I have used it so much more!! I'm on that thing at least 5 times a week! (Thanks to my No excuses girls on MMT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMNDE1CSgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yrSP_13Zr_M/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMNDE1CSgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yrSP_13Zr_M/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. I saved the best for last! My Kids!! I cannot imagine life without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMNVJmjFPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/b0_ROQMOLZE/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMNVJmjFPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/b0_ROQMOLZE/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4214807675319638750?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4214807675319638750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4214807675319638750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4214807675319638750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4214807675319638750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-things.html' title='10 Things'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SwMJPKyq2bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_xq7Cs1vs3Q/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4795498536095356848</id><published>2009-11-11T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:41:16.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Not quite wordless...click on the picture to make it bigger! 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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, (&lt;a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/"&gt;My life in 3D&lt;/a&gt;) 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3737298139419613258?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3737298139419613258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3737298139419613258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3737298139419613258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3737298139419613258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-am-ready.html' title='I think I am ready!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-7205355110371497194</id><published>2009-02-16T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:59:27.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to a rockin' bod!</title><content type='html'>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......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-7205355110371497194?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/7205355110371497194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=7205355110371497194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/7205355110371497194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/7205355110371497194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-way-to-rockin-bod.html' title='On my way to a rockin&apos; bod!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2846779883440745313</id><published>2009-02-14T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:27:11.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SZdTQsV56ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OIjFkjk5Pt8/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SZdTQsV56ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OIjFkjk5Pt8/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302798632498096530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SZdS00y8VNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPOXx8yJeMw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SZdS00y8VNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPOXx8yJeMw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302798153731036370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my own business...woo hoo! I now have a online boutique. However my website blows. I've been doing all my business through My Mommy Time, facebook, and myspace. I am making bows. Checkout my myspace for picture of Miss Emerson wearing alot of them!&lt;br /&gt;www.Myspace.com/melissarobyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2846779883440745313?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2846779883440745313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2846779883440745313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2846779883440745313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2846779883440745313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SZdTQsV56ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OIjFkjk5Pt8/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-632532606612260785</id><published>2009-01-15T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:42:05.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Chunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SW9J79Cxu0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xup4Isf5g_c/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/SW9J79Cxu0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xup4Isf5g_c/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529381530942274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SW9KXI3UDnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TTnuum4aml8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/SW9KXI3UDnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TTnuum4aml8/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529848560553586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SW9LIIiWrBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2MMkhHDQW7A/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SW9LIIiWrBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2MMkhHDQW7A/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291530690286234642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-632532606612260785?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/632532606612260785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=632532606612260785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/632532606612260785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/632532606612260785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-chunk.html' title='Little Chunk'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SW9J79Cxu0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xup4Isf5g_c/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3926881722336090333</id><published>2009-01-10T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:09:55.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 inches....gone!</title><content type='html'>I did it!! I cut my hair! I did it on New Years Eve. I wanted to start the new year feeling good! I'm so happy I did it. I cut off 10 inches!!! And I colored it! Heres a picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SWmbJ70LUHI/AAAAAAAAADw/hNYjBRjIOLw/s1600-h/New+hair+do+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/SWmbJ70LUHI/AAAAAAAAADw/hNYjBRjIOLw/s320/New+hair+do+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289929832301023346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3926881722336090333?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3926881722336090333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3926881722336090333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3926881722336090333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3926881722336090333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-inchesgone.html' title='10 inches....gone!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SWmbJ70LUHI/AAAAAAAAADw/hNYjBRjIOLw/s72-c/New+hair+do+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-694495650028080590</id><published>2008-12-29T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:54:15.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing it.....I think</title><content type='html'>I am cutting off my hair! That's right. I'm tired of the long BLAH hair. I feel like I look like I am 19 with it. I want to look like an adult!!! Jason is not happy about it. But, I always have spit up in it, or Emerson has a death grip on it. Or my favorite, its up in a messy ponytail! I was a hairstylist and always looked so fashionable...when did I become boring soccer mom! Here is the last picture with it long. Wish me luck....I know there will be many tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SVm3HZpibbI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ef2TJmJHY5Q/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SVm3HZpibbI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ef2TJmJHY5Q/s320/103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285456975468064178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-694495650028080590?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/694495650028080590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=694495650028080590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/694495650028080590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/694495650028080590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-doing-iti-think.html' title='I&apos;m doing it.....I think'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SVm3HZpibbI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ef2TJmJHY5Q/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8499393106632396604</id><published>2008-12-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:44:24.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to unwind.....</title><content type='html'>Its over, the wild crazy Christmas season is over! Now the only craziness left is my brother moving to Minnesota tomorrow. (If they can finish packing...i think they will be leaving later) Once they are gone it will calm down once again. I will ATTEMPT to pack up all the Christmas decorations today. I'm ready to start the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8499393106632396604?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8499393106632396604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8499393106632396604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8499393106632396604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8499393106632396604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-unwind.html' title='Time to unwind.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-7661266757993462158</id><published>2008-12-20T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:54:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures...</title><content type='html'>I thought I would share the pictures I took for our Christmas cards. I can't wait to go have some done by a professional, but I thought I would wait until Emerson is about 5 months old. Here are our Christmas pictures! This is before I cut off all Jaidyns hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29KODygBI/AAAAAAAAADI/bZdzl5A0dfw/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29KODygBI/AAAAAAAAADI/bZdzl5A0dfw/s320/kids2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282085921245790226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29VzgD7rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/B75HehPb9xA/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29VzgD7rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/B75HehPb9xA/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282086120275046066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29htcT2NI/AAAAAAAAADY/XS5l8ksxfWo/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29htcT2NI/AAAAAAAAADY/XS5l8ksxfWo/s320/xmas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282086324807129298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29yBtEWVI/AAAAAAAAADg/2DGIaqOgk-U/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29yBtEWVI/AAAAAAAAADg/2DGIaqOgk-U/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282086605124032850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-7661266757993462158?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/7661266757993462158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=7661266757993462158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/7661266757993462158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/7661266757993462158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU29KODygBI/AAAAAAAAADI/bZdzl5A0dfw/s72-c/kids2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3982449992176183374</id><published>2008-12-20T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:40:45.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged....twice!</title><content type='html'>The instructions were to go to my picture folder, the 6th folder and the 6th picture. So I did. The 6th folder only contained one picture so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU23RU_WB1I/AAAAAAAAADA/PeyMoph1mdo/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/SU23RU_WB1I/AAAAAAAAADA/PeyMoph1mdo/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282079446295512914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from this summer...the kiddos and their scooters. (Scoodah as Joshie says...kind of a boston accent)&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to tag 6 friends....&lt;br /&gt;1. Kaycee at &lt;br /&gt;lifeasamomat21.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Courtney at&lt;br /&gt;2girlsaguyayellowdog.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tamara at&lt;br /&gt;thetaminator227.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jennifer at&lt;br /&gt;jenniferandcarlos.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jessica at&lt;br /&gt;jessthemama.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Amber at&lt;br /&gt;amberinohio.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the next one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: You must love Christmas and so must the person you give it to. List 5 things you love about Christmas. Link back to the person who gave it to you and then pass it along to as many as you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 things I love about Christmas are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The food! Any reason to over eat =)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wrapping presents...i love to wrap!&lt;br /&gt;3. Cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping for that "perfect" gift.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching the kiddos rip open their presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag all the same people from above...enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3982449992176183374?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3982449992176183374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3982449992176183374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3982449992176183374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3982449992176183374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-taggedtwice.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged....twice!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/SU23RU_WB1I/AAAAAAAAADA/PeyMoph1mdo/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8032687220514857393</id><published>2008-12-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:34:48.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart hurts for them.</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping up with a blog from one of the moms on BBC. They had a little girl very early. She has fought for 5 months and 3 weeks. Her family has the most positive attitude and faith. Things are not looking good for this little angel. Please keep this family in your prayers! &lt;br /&gt;http://kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a rough night with Emerson. She was up almost every hour. I am so tired today but after reading the newest post about Kayleigh it really put things into perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8032687220514857393?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8032687220514857393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8032687220514857393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8032687220514857393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8032687220514857393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-heart-hurts-for-them.html' title='My heart hurts for them.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8489886080451371389</id><published>2008-12-06T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:52:02.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Jeans.....</title><content type='html'>This is the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. I laughed so hard I cried! Please enjoy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/M12h0LZQBaPz9-9y4hzpZQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/M12h0LZQBaPz9-9y4hzpZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="296"&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/2417939197706650813-8489886080451371389?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8489886080451371389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8489886080451371389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8489886080451371389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8489886080451371389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-jeans.html' title='Mom Jeans.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8480639949341156629</id><published>2008-12-04T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:02:05.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months!</title><content type='html'>Today Emerson is 2 months old. Now I really have no excuse for the "baby weight" unless I ate my baby...it should be gone! =) Today was another horrible day for me. I woke up and basically bite everyones head off. Jason was tempted to go to work!!! After screaming for a bit, I felt better. Here's to hoping I'll get some sleep tonight! Here is Emerson's 2 month picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STiY_d69E-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kenX8oqqYzQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STiY_d69E-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kenX8oqqYzQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135179595617250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STiZPeDa_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/EFulNLH1Akc/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/STiZPeDa_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/EFulNLH1Akc/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135454509038706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STiZdHWlo7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Jx8LJklF2gY/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STiZdHWlo7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Jx8LJklF2gY/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135688933581746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8480639949341156629?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8480639949341156629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8480639949341156629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8480639949341156629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8480639949341156629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-months.html' title='2 months!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STiY_d69E-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kenX8oqqYzQ/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-539192177293035673</id><published>2008-12-03T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:57:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep...what is that again?</title><content type='html'>After reading the headline you probably roll your eyes and say, "DUH! You have a newborn, of coure you are not getting sleep!" And NOPE that is not the reason! Emerson is sleeping through the night, I however am not. (On the plus side, i have gotten to watch some really good movies) Around 8 When i'm getting the kids ready for bed I start getting tired and think...HOORAY I can go to sleep too! After I do the hug, kiss, tuck them in routine about 15 times...I get my second wind. I will putter around the house, go online (Usually ebay...its my drug) Last night i went to bed around 1:30-2:00...fell asleep at 4...Emerson grunted and woke me up at 5:30. I feel bad because I am starting to become really grouchy. And not just my usual sarcastic grouchy self. I'm becoming down right mean....for example...we have the option of ringback tone on our phones. You know the annoyong songs that play when you call someone instead of the usual ring ring. (I start singing along to the song and they always pick up right when i hit a high note and proceed to laugh at my tone deafness) Well, Jason uses the phone for work purposes and I thought it would be HILARIOUS to put a ringback on his phone without telling him. Now heres the mean part.....i chose Achey Breaky Heart by good ol Billy Ray Cyrus. (Thats Hannah Montanas daddy for all you little teeny boppers) Maybe I should really try to sleep more. WHo knows what I am capable of next. Shaving his eyebrows in his sleep maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-539192177293035673?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/539192177293035673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=539192177293035673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/539192177293035673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/539192177293035673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepwhat-is-that-again.html' title='Sleep...what is that again?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2816485249493156009</id><published>2008-12-02T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:34:17.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou!</title><content type='html'>I have been taught the way of the blog! Thankyou Courtney! I feel really dumb that I wasn't able to figure it out but I know my own limitations! I'm so excited I feel like my blog is up to date with everyone elses!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2816485249493156009?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2816485249493156009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2816485249493156009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2816485249493156009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2816485249493156009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankyou.html' title='Thankyou!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2072170796591417825</id><published>2008-12-02T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:55:16.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I figure this out?</title><content type='html'>So, the whole blog thing has me confused. Not the actual blogging part but the setup part. I changed my layout and int he process lost all my favorite blog links! So I'm slowly adding them back. What I want to know is how every blog I go on to has it where the blogs they are following have when the last post was underneath the blogs name! What am I doing wrong here. Somebody please help me! I feel stupid because I can't do it. I have been sitting here trying to find a way to do it and instead found a way to startle the baby. She didnt know why mommy was screaming at the computer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2072170796591417825?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2072170796591417825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2072170796591417825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2072170796591417825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2072170796591417825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-i-figure-this-out.html' title='Why can&apos;t I figure this out?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-540702122555668</id><published>2008-12-01T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:22:37.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell off the face of the earth!</title><content type='html'>WARNING- I rambled a lot in this post!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm BACK!!! I wish I could say I haven't posted in so long because Emerson keeps me busy...BUT she doesn't. She is so easy, I really can't believe how easy she is. She is already sleeping through the night. We have not had one crying fit yet during the day and she is already 8 weeks! I wish my other two were this good. They still give me trouble all day long! The arguing and fighting all day...UGH! SO let me update you a little bit.....&lt;br /&gt;Josh broke his leg, had the cast on for 3 weeks. It is off now but he still limps. He walks like a super fly pimp...lol!&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was really tough for him because of all the stairs in front of peoples houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQaVLrAbZI/AAAAAAAAABY/STjYIzL8GEo/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQaVLrAbZI/AAAAAAAAABY/STjYIzL8GEo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274870014770441618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaidyn has been Jaidyn. I swear she thinks she is a teenager! UGH! I can't even deal with her attitude sometimes. However, she has been THE BIGGEST help to me. She helps feed Emme, gets me anything I need for her. Having such a big age difference between them is the best thing ever. No jealousy issues at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQbLt6NrrI/AAAAAAAAABg/c-r0LyjMGS0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/STQbLt6NrrI/AAAAAAAAABg/c-r0LyjMGS0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274870951673966258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaidyn Loves her baby sister...and Mommy loves matching outfits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQbbQ3V34I/AAAAAAAAABo/E4SqV5WQVtQ/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQbbQ3V34I/AAAAAAAAABo/E4SqV5WQVtQ/s320/xmas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274871218755198850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving has come and gone. All the kids got sick the week before Thanksgiving. Josh and Jaidyn were ok, we gave them cold medicine and they were fine. Emerson had a really bad cough and because she is so little we took her to the DR. They gave her an antibiotic and she s doing much better. Mommy is doing better too!! Jason took a couple days off when I felt sick and I slept in until 11 almost everyday!! I love him, he is the best. On his days off he wont sleep in, he gets up so I can sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are getting ready for Christmas int he Andrews household. I started to decorate HOWEVER I am not going all out like last year. I only have 2 trees up this year, not 5. I'm almost finished with shopping..just a couple little things left.&lt;br /&gt;We took some pictures of the kids and did Christmas cards. I was pretty pleased with the pictures. Not bad for doing them myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQcijzv9lI/AAAAAAAAABw/Gg0dT0C_xUc/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQcijzv9lI/AAAAAAAAABw/Gg0dT0C_xUc/s320/kids2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872443611117138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQcrXhc6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vjdFvCA6mss/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQcrXhc6gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vjdFvCA6mss/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872594931968514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one of my favorite pictures. Emersons first smile for her daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQdBgDRdHI/AAAAAAAAACA/uF8_57eyE3I/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/STQdBgDRdHI/AAAAAAAAACA/uF8_57eyE3I/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872975178429554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-540702122555668?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/540702122555668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=540702122555668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/540702122555668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/540702122555668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-fell-off-face-of-earth.html' title='I fell off the face of the earth!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1pTkHhhN7I/STQaVLrAbZI/AAAAAAAAABY/STjYIzL8GEo/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5736448069325076236</id><published>2008-10-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:23:36.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember this...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been MIA for awhile. I don't remember getting so little sleep with a baby. She is doing great, but everything else seems to be a mess. Josh broke his leg and it took 2 different doctors a week to find the break. He cracked his growth plate in his knee and his shin. So he has a full leg cast. With all the stairs in our house its seriously been torture for all of us! Jason had alot of time off when Emerson was born, but he has gone back to work. He wakes up so early for work that he cannot do any night feedings anymore. Today I feel like I have a little case of the baby blues. And the scares me because I suffered severe PPD with Joshie. Hopefully all goes well and I'm just in a funk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5736448069325076236?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5736448069325076236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5736448069325076236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5736448069325076236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5736448069325076236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-remember-this.html' title='I don&apos;t remember this...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3339421186323373257</id><published>2008-10-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:11:53.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shes finally here!!! I am so excited ot have her home! I just wish we still lived by friends and family. I want people to come by and see her! We did have friends bring us dinner the first night we were home....yummy mexican food too!! Emme is having issues sleeping at night. She only wants to sleep on her daddy. She really doesnt care to much for me at night time. I am not really complaining about that..Im sleeping! I will post some pictures later. I did add some pictures to myspace. Heres the birth stroy for anyone who cares t read it...I just copied it from BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies Name: Emerson Grace&lt;br /&gt;Babies Gender: female&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: October 4, 2008 @ 1:01 pm&lt;br /&gt;EDD: October 17, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Statistics: 8 lbs, 19 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was in a pretty pi$$y mood all day, we went to a high school football game and I told some little high school kid I would throw him down the bleachers if he didn't stop stomping on the bleacher I was sitting on. (I'm not usually so rude) We decided to leave early because I really thought I would kill someone. We went to dinner and I started having contractions but refused to time them. I didn't want to get my hopes up. Once we got to the car I had one that was bad so we dropped off the kids at my parents for the night. I got home and called the Dr. They said get in a warm bath...if the contractions get worse, come in. I took a warm bath and they never went away but I didn't think they were strong enough to do anything. They were 5 mins apart at this point. I told my husband I didn't want these dying out so he had to "take one for the team"  We DTD (sorry tmi) And they got strong, 20 mins later I was being admitted at a 4 with contractions every 2 mins apart! They never really hurt, I could talk and laugh through them the whole time. I didn't want to press my luck so I got the epidural around 3 am. I slept like a baby. I was too relaxed so the contractions stopped. The doc came in and broke my water at 11 am. They said I had an unusual shaped cervix (heard that with the last kids too) And they thought she was small because she was moving WAY TOO MUCH when they would check me. At 12:45 I had the urge to push and I warned my nurse I am a fast pusher. She didn't believe me...I refused to push until the Dr came in the room. I started pushing at 12:55, she arrived at 1:01 pm. She was 8lbs...my biggest baby!  I had one superficial tear. And I was up and walking before 2:00. We went home the next day at 2:00. The kids love her and I am so happy to be home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3339421186323373257?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3339421186323373257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3339421186323373257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3339421186323373257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3339421186323373257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-finally-here-i-am-so-excited-ot.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-9210056024268748994</id><published>2008-09-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:57:17.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do something or LEAVE ME ALONE!</title><content type='html'>For the past 24 hours I have had contractions. Steady, slightly painful, really annoying. I would be excited if they were getting closer or stronger...but no. They have stayed about 10 mins apart. I drank water and lied down to see if that would stop them.....no. Warm bath...nope still coming. Its annoying at this point because I can't go in to L&amp;D, they are not close enough. I can't relax because they hurt. If i was further along and felt comfortable with baby coming this early....i'd be on my elliptical running my butt off!! Hopefully they stop soon or this is going to be a long weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-9210056024268748994?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/9210056024268748994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=9210056024268748994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/9210056024268748994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/9210056024268748994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-something-or-leave-me-alone.html' title='Do something or LEAVE ME ALONE!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4795970396339452965</id><published>2008-09-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:27:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know this is my 3rd and final baby. I never got maternity pictures done before. Never really wanted to, but I have seen some of the most beautiful pictures on BBC. So I made an appointment to get some done. Saturday Sept 13. I have no idea what to wear, I love the ones of the girls in tube tops and whatnot but I cannot go strapless unless I want my boobies covering up my tummy! I'm thinking maybe a button up shirt thats unbuttoned on my tummy. I have to provide my own wardrobe because I am using a "new" photographer. The kiddos will also be in the pictures with me. Jason will not. He hates pictures and will more than likely refuse to do it! As long as I can get him to drive us there Im ok! I'm very very excited now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4795970396339452965?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4795970396339452965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4795970396339452965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4795970396339452965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4795970396339452965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-844621229526284028</id><published>2008-09-02T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:12:59.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The great debate...</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I go on BBC often. Well there are some posts on there that seriously make my blood boil. And I'm posting on here instead of there because people can't just take someones opinions and leave it at that. Heres the deal....I willn ot be breastfeeding this child. I didnt with myother 2 and I wont be trying with this one. SOmeone started a thread about being proud to be a formula feeder...great, i like somewhere i can talk to other moms who chose to formual feed. But the women who beat feed (Great for them, I admire that they can do that) Can't stay off of it. They feel the need to give us all the facts about breast milk and how its better. Do you really think you are the first person to tell me that my boob juice is better then the formula..I mean really. And they way they spew off their facts comes off so condesending. Like we are retarded and can't make an educated desicion for ourselves. Then it becomes so defensive. I have NEVER gone onto a breatfeeding thread because I dont do it...stay of the formula feeding thread if you are against it! It just bugs me so bad! I am not a bad mom because I chose to use something from a can instead of my ta-ta's! I'm chosing to love and feed my child...shouldn't that be good enough. WIll my child be sicker or healthier than someone whos child was breastfed...no. Every child is different, being smart, sick, fat or skinny doesnt have to do with breast milk or not. And to insinuate that I wont have a close bond with my kids because I didnt breast feed are you freaking kidding me!?!? WHat about those mothers who despise breast feeding but do it anyway then resent their child for it, or the mothers who wanted to breast feed so bad but can't then they feel like they have failed as a mom. And I truly believe if people would keep their opinions, facts, statistics whatever to yourself...people wouldn't get so darn defensive abou it. I use formula and I'm proud....shot I even use generic store brand formula.....Call Child Protective Services....I'm a bad mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-844621229526284028?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/844621229526284028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=844621229526284028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/844621229526284028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/844621229526284028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-debate.html' title='The great debate...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8468749456647321430</id><published>2008-08-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:05:35.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days until what?!</title><content type='html'>My baby shower was on Sunday and it was great! We were blessed by our church and friends. I could not be more grateful. I did not get alot of pictures but here are a few from that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/023-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/025-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/050.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/030-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats a few picture from the shower. And my husband wanted to be cut out of that picture because he wasnt ready for it to be taken..lol!&lt;br /&gt;Well, your probably wondering what the title to this blog means....11 days. Yesterday I had on of my weekly non-stress tests. I do them twice a week. And my doctor came in and she looked at my chart and said, "Well, 11 days" I looked at her really dumbfounded like what. She said in 11 days you will be 34 weeks. We will not stop you if you go into labor! They are being cautious because I delivered my son early and had preeclampsia with my daughter. But just hearing from my doctor 11 days freaked me out. I could have a baby in less than 2 weeks. WHAT?!?! Now i'm sure I will not go into labor anytime soon. I'm hoping to have her around 37 weeks. I;; be very happy with that. After this shocking revelation from trained medical professionals I went to target and bought the rest of the stuff I needed. All we have left is a mattress and a changing table. (Still debating on getting a changing table) I have her closet organized and i'm trying to get the house in tip top shape. Just incase people want to come see the little one after she's here. I want my house clean. (I know, whos really going to be looking at my house when theres a new baby, but i'm crazy about people seeing my house dirty) Still trying to figure out who's gonna take my other 2 kids while i'm in labor. Lynae said she will do it, but I might want my sister there with me. Oh....11 days.....I keep repeating it to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8468749456647321430?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8468749456647321430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8468749456647321430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8468749456647321430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8468749456647321430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/11-days-until-what.html' title='11 days until what?!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-1445559291212080001</id><published>2008-08-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:10:17.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot to do today....</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is my baby shower. I'm a little concerned because no one has RSVP'd. I know that doesnt mean anything but who knows. Its at our church and everyone from church is invited so we really have no clue how many people will be there. And that makes it very difficult to plan for. We are doing a cake and punch. I wanted to do some finger foods but without and estimation of the number of guest it stressed me out to no end. I had no idea how much food to buy and I didn't want to waste anything. Jason is really unhappy about the shower because I'm making him come. We invited men...how can I expect any guys to show up if the father to be won't be there! My sister has done a good job planning this shower. (I of course have given my opinions and input on EVERYTHING) She probably is ready to strangle me at this point!! &lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited I'm getting my hair done today! I met a hairstylist through my online baby boards. My hair is getting too long for me to continue doing it. Its hard for me as a hairstylist to let someone else do my hair but these roots have got to go!! I did do hair this week, it had been awhile since I've done hair because I haven't felt so hot through out this pregnancy. It felt so nice to be creative again! And Courtney brought her daughter Avery over with her. She was the best behaved child I have seen in a long time. It gave me hope that Emerson might be good too! I feel like my kids have gone crazy lately. I'm so tired of arguing with them. It does no good. They only listen to Jason...I just don't understand it! Am I the only mother who can't control her kids?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-1445559291212080001?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/1445559291212080001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=1445559291212080001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/1445559291212080001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/1445559291212080001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/alot-to-do-today.html' title='Alot to do today....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-1986462364304078263</id><published>2008-08-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:09:01.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raegan Leigh....</title><content type='html'>My sis in law had her baby. She was 32 weeks along and it was an emergency c-section. Mommy and baby are doing well. Raegan Leigh was born August 16 at 7:14 am weighing in at 4 lbs 6 oz and 16 inches long. She is in the NICU but she is breathing on her own. She does have jaundice so shes under the lights. She is doing better than anyone expected for being so early. I have to say she is HUGE for a 32 weeker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-1986462364304078263?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/1986462364304078263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=1986462364304078263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/1986462364304078263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/1986462364304078263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/raegan-leigh.html' title='Raegan Leigh....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5859783650678188706</id><published>2008-08-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:29:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting much?</title><content type='html'>This past few days I've been cleaning alot. And now I'm on my sewing kick. I made both crib sets for my older 2 kids. I bought one for Emerson so i feel like I need to make something for her! I decided on a rag quilt. I've never made one before. I have never even seen a pattern. So i'm kinda winging it! I will also make a few burp rags. I should make them out of flannel but I'm using some fabric I already have. Hopefully if I layer the fabric it will become absorbant enough! I mean it is just for spit up right?! I will be working on these projects all day and night. I will post pictures when they are done. I also have a question for anyone who makes their own bows for babies. Where do I find the elastic for the headband part?!?!? Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5859783650678188706?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5859783650678188706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5859783650678188706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5859783650678188706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5859783650678188706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/nesting-much.html' title='Nesting much?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-651233362993532214</id><published>2008-08-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:41:06.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally here!</title><content type='html'>The first day of school! HooRay!! I can finally get some things done around the house. I'm trying to make my new recliner work in my front room. I wanted one to rock the baby in when she gets here. I just have such a hard time with re arranging my furniture to make it work. I LOVE the open floor plan we have but it limits my options on furniture placement! UGH! Heres a picture of what it looked like before...any ideas....let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/DSCF0474.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/DSCF0488.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep working on it, and post the new pictures with the recliner. I'm also trying to get the bassinet in the front room somehow. WHo knows what I'll do witht he swing and bouncy chair! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-651233362993532214?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/651233362993532214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=651233362993532214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/651233362993532214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/651233362993532214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s finally here!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2636114143540976079</id><published>2008-08-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:07:55.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A real quick Vent....</title><content type='html'>So, I'm pretty pissed off at something right now. I'm going to make this vent pretty generic because I'm not quite sure who reads this thing. I'm so tired of all the complaining how hard everything is, it's hard for everyone, right? You are not the only one. Then if you spend forever complaining about stuff don't go out and do the exact opposite of what you've been saying. People are getting tired of it! And yes, we talk about it, all of us. I'm just the only one who will ever say anything because to be quite frankly I don't care. Next time you feel the need to call anyone to complain about the drama that has happened...think twice. You really can only call "wolf" so many times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2636114143540976079?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2636114143540976079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2636114143540976079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2636114143540976079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2636114143540976079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-quick-vent.html' title='A real quick Vent....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4371901613297690942</id><published>2008-08-09T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:22:22.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do the days go</title><content type='html'>I'm a little behind on keeping this updated. I guess my life is really not as exciting as I hoped it was. I'll do a quick recap of the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;Wed- This day was the 12 anniversary of my oldest brothers suicide. It was a sad day but my sister and I tried to make the best of it. We took the kids to the horse show at the fair. The loved it. The horses were dressed up in costumes. It was a blast. We went to Hobby Lobby (Because I can't stay away from there) We had to get some more scrapbook paper for the shower invitations. (The invitations go out in the church bulletin on Sunday!!)&lt;br /&gt;Thurs-My parents 26 wedding anniversary. I stayed home and did laundry all day. When Jason got home we took the kids to the fair. I of course wanted a gyro (I LOVE them) Well we waited in line for 45 mins for one and it was the worst excuse for a gyro I have ever seen!! Oh well. My parents met us at the fair and we took the kids on some rides. They didn't enjoy the little roller coaster like I thought they would. Of course they got some little blow up toys and did some other kiddie rides. My hip felt like it popped out of place so I wanted to go home. It was perfect weather that evening for the fair though, goods time had by all!&lt;br /&gt;Fri-I had another doctors appointment this morning. I go twice a week for non stress test now. I lost a pound between tuesday and friday. Doctor isn't too happy about it but she said the baby looks good so just try to eat a little more. (I'm now drinking carnation instant breakfast a few times a day) Emerson was moving a lot for this test so they were happy. All looked good. I am now 30 weeks. If all goes perfect I will have her in about 8 weeks. (I had pre-e with Jaidyn and went into pre term labor with Joshie so they wont let me go to 40 weeks) &lt;br /&gt;Today we are going car shopping, finally! I'm so excited but Jason wants make sure we don't jump into the first thing we see. (I tend to do this and not look around!) We are nervous about having a car payment again. We haven't had one in over a year!! I think that is why he is so apprehensive. I'm really hoping to get a nice SUV, but it is a possibility I will be rockin' a soccer mom van. With gas prices these days i gotta check my ego and protect my wallet!! I will post later and update on our car shopping trip. I'm sure I will have some stories to tell....we're taking the kiddos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4371901613297690942?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4371901613297690942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4371901613297690942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4371901613297690942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4371901613297690942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-do-days-go.html' title='Where do the days go'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5600553017201112049</id><published>2008-08-05T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:23:43.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged!</title><content type='html'>SO a fellow blogger has tagged me. I must write 7 facts about myself then tag other bloggers. (I will have to edit later with the bloggers I am chosing to tag...all of you have already been tagged!!) I wish my 7 facts could be more interesting but...hey, as I say in my house. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got married at 18 and despite what everyone said, we are still married and very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This baby was a shock. I was scheduled to get "fixed" when we found out. It took awhile for me to become happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very fast with rude comebacks and jokes. I pretty much always win a verbal battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping is a weakness of mine. I don't really care what I'm shopping for, I just like the thrill of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate doing laundry and half the time dont fold it! If you want clean clothes look in the basket in the laundry room. (I know its such a bad habbit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm secretly addicted to reality shows and myspace. I watch almost every reality show there is. And I spend hours on myspace "lurking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love reading romance novels. (not the ones with Fabio on the cover!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't bore anyone with my 7 facts. I will edit tomorrow with my blogs to tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5600553017201112049?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5600553017201112049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5600553017201112049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5600553017201112049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5600553017201112049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-3978238541297243748</id><published>2008-08-05T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:11:36.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor today...</title><content type='html'>I had my first NST today at the doctor. Everything went well. Im measuring 3 weeks ahead but I lost 4 pounds in 3 weeks. I'm okay with that =) I go back on Friday for another NST. Her heart rate was a little iratic (sp) But everything else looked great. My BP is normal! I'm really ready for the next few weeks to be over with though. I can't wait for Emerson to be here!! I also can't wait to walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like I ran a marathon....(No, no mention of mountains)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-3978238541297243748?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/3978238541297243748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=3978238541297243748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3978238541297243748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/3978238541297243748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-today.html' title='Doctor today...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8132248219038606669</id><published>2008-08-04T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:50:12.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to love Mondays.</title><content type='html'>Mondays were the days Jaidyn went back to Kindergarten camp. She missed last Thursday because she was sick. So I didnt know that last Thusday was the last day of camp. My dad picked her up this morning tot ake her and he brought her back. She was in tears....so was mommy. I now have to wait 2 weeks for actual school to start. I loved my few hours of peace. This next 2 weeks will go by so slow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8132248219038606669?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8132248219038606669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8132248219038606669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8132248219038606669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8132248219038606669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-used-to-love-mondays.html' title='I used to love Mondays.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4335137390700284533</id><published>2008-08-02T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T06:02:42.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, It is that big of a deal to me!</title><content type='html'>So I will start this post by saying for the past few days all I wanted was really good pizza. Well one night I settled and we ordered Pizza Hut. Last night however we went to this really good pizza place and I had Jason order a large so I would have leftovers. Well this morning Jaidyn wakes me up way too early (So yes I am grumpy) I go the fridge to pull out a water and the only pizza in there is from Pizza Hut! I was pissed!!!! I didn't like the pizza hut why would I want it for leftovers when I had good pizza in there. (And ALOT of good pizza leftover) SO I call Jason, and ask him if he took all of it. He was Like um, yeah...you have pizza hut so I took this. So yes I yelled at him, "Why would I want that when there was good pizza, you could have taken a few pieces not the whole box!!) He got pissed off at me and said its not that big of a deal. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! To me this just ruined my day, yes it is that big of a deal to a hormonal pregnant woman. Then he had the nerve to hang up on me! If wants to get back into this house after work, he better bring home my pizza or sleep in the dae woo. And I'm am not joking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4335137390700284533?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4335137390700284533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4335137390700284533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4335137390700284533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4335137390700284533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-it-is-that-big-of-deal-to-me.html' title='Yes, It is that big of a deal to me!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-4534971583593813604</id><published>2008-07-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:33:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Dancing</title><content type='html'>I know what your thinking...a pregnant woman belly dancing?!? Well heres the story, I was taking a bubble bath (Yeah, I wanted to hard boil my baby) She liked the warm water so much she was bouncing all over the place. My belly was moving so hard bubbles were flying! I called Jason in to see it and he just laughed and walked out. It was seriously the best belly dance I could have ever done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-4534971583593813604?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/4534971583593813604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=4534971583593813604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4534971583593813604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/4534971583593813604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/belly-dancing.html' title='Belly Dancing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-272048307153488441</id><published>2008-07-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:55:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has to be done now!</title><content type='html'>Even though I'm not due for awhile I feel like everything needs to be done NOW! I have an elliptical trainer in my room next to the crib. I want it out now! Jason has been to busy to do it. I want my car now!!!! I'm scared this baby will be here and I will have to put her in the dae woo. (not happeining) Jason has just been to tired or busy to go car shopping. And he forgot to add some stuff on our loan app for his credit union at work. He didnt check on it so they didnt inform us until Friday. I have had it! I'm edgy and grumpy and I feel like I'm living in chaos. (Well with Jaidyn and Josh as my children, sometimes it is Chaos) To add to my grumpy mood today, Jaidyn got this STUPID balloon on sunday at lunch. And she is hitting it and playing in the front room with it. If I have to tell them to take it downstairs one more time. I will put a knife through the balloon!! (UPDATE: I'm the worst mom in the world. I popped the balloon. I told them no and Jai looked at me with the most evil little look and I popped it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-272048307153488441?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/272048307153488441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=272048307153488441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/272048307153488441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/272048307153488441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-to-be-done-now.html' title='It has to be done now!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-2032196669981920648</id><published>2008-07-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:51:00.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Sheets....</title><content type='html'>It's 12:30 and I just had to change sheets. I had to last night as well. I don't know what to do. I do not want to change sheets in the middle of the night everynight. I also had a problem with her earlier today. Shes doing this new thing were she pees her pants when she laughs hard. And its not a little tinkle. Its full on peed her pants. And she does it to be funny. How do you deal with something like that? DO i put her back in diapers at night time. Is she just one of those children who has a harder time at night. Josh is doing fine, and she cried that its not fair he doesnt pee in his pants at night and she does. All I know is this late at night I dont want to have to start doing laundry! And now she will be grumpy when I wake her up in the morning for school because it takes awhile for her to go back to sleep. Jason misses out on all the "fun stuff" when he works nights. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-2032196669981920648?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/2032196669981920648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=2032196669981920648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2032196669981920648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/2032196669981920648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/changing-sheets.html' title='Changing Sheets....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8720306750584253007</id><published>2008-07-26T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:58:59.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a few days. Life seems to just get away from me. Thursday night we took the kiddos to the Royals game. It happened to be "Ladies Night" SO Jaidyn and I got free pink Royals hats. She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/005-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really suprised how hot and humid it was. We left early when it started to rain. My feet were so swollen i have bruises from my flip flops!!! Jason went back to work last night and I once again ordered dinner from Mr. Goodcents. I love the fact that they deliver!! Today my sister and I worked on baby shower stuff. I know I'm not supposed to do anything for my own shower but I have so many ideas for it. We got the invitations made. SO CUTE! The kids are still doing good with no diapers at night. It helps that Josh just doesnt sleep at night. I don't know how that little one has so much energy! He basically goes full speed until BAM he crashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/JuneandJuly08076.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could crash like he does. I really think as soon as I fall asleep I either have to pee, one of the kids is poking my face because they want something, or the dog jumps on me. And now that Jason has been on nights I freak out over every little noise. The ice maker gets me everytime!! I do love sleeping in the middle of the bed though =) I think he goes back on days soon but to be perfectly honest. I don't really listen when he talks about his schedule. Its pointless most of the time. His schedule doesn't stay the same. I think thats all i have to ramble on about tonight. I need to switch some laundry and hopefully get to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8720306750584253007?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8720306750584253007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8720306750584253007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8720306750584253007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8720306750584253007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-1056784138655126387</id><published>2008-07-24T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:50:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it, I'm taking a vacation...ALONE!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was exhausting. But Lynae is now a US Citizen...hahaha. Ok for those of you who are really confused by that statement let me explain. My sister was adopted, aparently some paperwork wasnt filed right. When she applied for college grants it came up that she was not a us citizen. Can you imagine the shock? Well I have to admit I teased her relentlessly about it. (Yeah, Im mean) So yesterday we took her down to immigration and it's all taken care of. They even gave her a little American Flag. Oh I about died!!! Jason had last night off....YEAH! The kids would actually sleep!! I got the kids matching Royals shirts for the game tonight. Our first baseball game!!! We went to dinner, and decided we will never be going back to Whiskey Creek. Someone please tell me where I can find a good steakhouse! When we got home I realized I had no night time pull ups. (Yes, the kids wear pull ups at night so i dont have to change bedding everyday) We decided it was time to try again with no pull ups. (Neither one of us wanted to go the the store) This morning they both woke up dry!!!! So there will be no diapers in my house until Emerson gets here. Getting Jaidyn ready for school today was rough. EVen after I took my Zofran I felt sick. And Joshie didnt help matters by throwing a fit about his shoe. (Its up on the roof. Long story. I locked myself out of the house AGAIN. Jason was sleeping and I guess didnt hear the doorbell. SO I threw Josh's shoe at the bedroom window. The shoe stayed up on the roof) I decided once Jason wakes up I'm leaving the house. I need a pedicure and a break!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-1056784138655126387?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/1056784138655126387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=1056784138655126387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/1056784138655126387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/1056784138655126387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-it-im-taking-vacationalone.html' title='That&apos;s it, I&apos;m taking a vacation...ALONE!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5788566201510210965</id><published>2008-07-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:47:00.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the deal today...</title><content type='html'>Last night was a rough one. Josh had leg cramps at 1 in the morning. He used to get this all the time but I thought we were done with this. He gets charlie horses int he middle of the night. (Sympathy pains for mom maybe) He needs to drink more water when its this hot outside. So Anyways I was up all night with him. This morning when it was fnally time to get up I was so sore. I could barely walk down the stairs. This time around my body is not adjusting to being knocked up!!! I conned Jason into taking Jaidyn to school. Poor guy he was so tired after getting of at 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like crap but oh well. I really think I'm in some kind of funk. I just dont really feel like myself. I'm hungry but already feel to full to eat. (Weird, right?) I'm out of breath, and my legs are swollen. Is it time to have her yet? Anyone else in their last trimester feeling this way? I did get in some clothes I ordered for Emerson. So freakin cute!!!&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/DSCF0738.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little knickers and matching tights. Im going to get Jaidyn the same outfit! It's starting to feel like this is going to come really soon. We have the bassinet in the front room and the stroller and carseat put together. I'm pretty scared about actually having a newborn in the house again. This was just so unplanned. I havent had to take diapers or a diaper bag anywhere with me in so long. Im used to the kids getting themselves in the car. Its going to be so weird doing this all over again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5788566201510210965?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5788566201510210965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5788566201510210965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5788566201510210965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5788566201510210965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-deal-today.html' title='What&apos;s the deal today...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-7297759953012683549</id><published>2008-07-21T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:22:18.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally monday!</title><content type='html'>Oh the sweet sound of silence....Jaidyn is at school! Its amazing how quiet Josh is when shes gone. We dont have too much planned today. Im just cleaning house (BLAH) then after school we will go swimming. Jay is of course working tonight. Who knows when his next day off is. We are hoping for Thursday so he can go to the Royals game with us. I know I complain when he works this much OT, but I sure do love those checks. Especially now with his 2 raises!!! Next week we will be buying the rest of the stuff we need for the baby. (Matress, swing, bouncy chair) &lt;br /&gt;Im starting to feel better too. My doctor suggested I get a support belt to help take off the pressure so I will go get one today. The antibiotics make me a little queezy but Im still on my daily dose of zofran to help with that. I got a call from my mom a little while ago with some news we were all expecting. Not gonna go into that here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy my parents have the day off. First one in 34 days!!! The kids are excited to see them. Hopefully we can con them into going swimming with us! I think thats enough with rambling, Im just trying to get out of cleaning! Sorry this one was so boring today...maybe something interesting will happen.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-7297759953012683549?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/7297759953012683549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=7297759953012683549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/7297759953012683549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/7297759953012683549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-monday.html' title='Finally monday!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-15130000603595350</id><published>2008-07-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:56:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And he's gone to work.....</title><content type='html'>Today I had a great day! And it's not even over!!! First thing this morning I took the kids around and hit some garage sales. We got some great stuff for Emerson! After shopping all the sales in town we went to Sonic and got smoothies. (The kids were in heaven) We decided we weren't done shopping. Jason needed some new jeans so I wanted to go to the mall. First we had to go wake up my sister!!! After Lynae was awake we all headed to the mall. I decided to check the VF outlet for Jay's jeans. (He will only wear one brand) I found them on the clearance rack for 4.99!!! I picked up every one in his size! I did a happy dance in the middle of the clearance rack. I wanted to go to Childrens Place for their sale. I got the girls matching summer clothes for next summer. I love the $1.99 sales! Lynae and I did some more shopping hit the food court and then took the kids to Zonkers in the mall. Jaidyn rode the carosel and Joshie rode the train. &lt;br /&gt;We also found Jasons lost Ipod. =) Now we are just waiting for Josh to wake up from nap so we can go back to my parents house for dinner. I put a roast in the crock pot this morniing for Jasons dinner. I made too much so we are taking the rest to my parents. Hopefully tonight will go as good as last night with bedtime. The kids never got up and argued!! It was so peaceful! I think thats enough rambling for now. I'm sure I'll write more tonight...unless there are some good shows on the DVR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-15130000603595350?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/15130000603595350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=15130000603595350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/15130000603595350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/15130000603595350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-hes-gone-to-work.html' title='And he&apos;s gone to work.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6439340986138558614</id><published>2008-07-18T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:47:19.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heres 27 weeks. And this is my favorite shirt....it says retaining water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/Dreamingpink7/007.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-6439340986138558614?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6439340986138558614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6439340986138558614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6439340986138558614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6439340986138558614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-weeks-picture.html' title='This weeks Picture'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-5712103607279845552</id><published>2008-07-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:25:53.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My doctor appointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; 27 weeks today. I had my glucose testing done. We will get the results next week. My infection is going away (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ThankGod&lt;/span&gt;) They put me on another antibiotic. I go back in 2 weeks for my first steroid shot and then 48 hours later for my second. I will be seeing the doctor twice a week from then on. Not too excited about going to the doctor so much, but they just want to keep an eye on things. I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dialated&lt;/span&gt; anymore so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; good. I also paid my last payment today!!! So the delivery and hospital stay are paid off! Luckily it was only a couple hundred dollars. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thankyou&lt;/span&gt; Procter &amp;amp; Gamble) Now I just need Jason to make his appointment to be "fixed" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The rest of the day so far has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. My sister and I went shopping, my mom and I went to a furniture store. (Found really cute dressers for the girls) Jason just left for work so I know the day is going to go downhill fast. The kids are hyper today. Have big plans for tomorrow....garage sales....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;! And then of course the mall with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lynae&lt;/span&gt;! We also have to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaidyns&lt;/span&gt; homework this weekend. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; remember homework in kindergarten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-5712103607279845552?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/5712103607279845552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=5712103607279845552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5712103607279845552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/5712103607279845552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-doctor-appointment.html' title='My doctor appointment.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-6613584386328454488</id><published>2008-07-17T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:09:33.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I said go to bed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why do my children become horrible when Jason works nights! They know he's not coming home so I swear they turn into little devils. I can't tell you how many times I have had to walk down the 2 flights of stairs to their bedrooms. (I hate split levels right now) I could yell until I turn blue in the face! All Jason would have to do is say their names. Not even get up from the couch...and they would be in bed! I hate night shifts!!! I hope this 2 weeks goes by fast...but then I know in the back of my head....I only have 2 more weeks before he's on nights again! UGH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-6613584386328454488?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/6613584386328454488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=6613584386328454488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6613584386328454488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/6613584386328454488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-said-go-to-bed.html' title='I said go to bed!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417939197706650813.post-8927717404931996410</id><published>2008-07-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:33:39.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying my hand at this blogging craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, Im starting to feel to old for "myspace" SHOCKER! Don't get me wrong. I still love a good myspace fix but no one reads blogs on there. And since I still don't have too many friends in Kansas I need somewhere to share my daily stories.....oh and with my kids I have some stories!! Now that we got our new laptop (thankyou stimulus check) I can blog all I want and not feel like Im abandoning everyone by locking myself in the office!! I will try to add new blogs as much as possible! Hopefully my blog will be as entertaining as KayCee from the BBC! SO thats it for now. I'm going to attempt to make my page as pretty as my myspace page!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417939197706650813-8927717404931996410?l=melissaandrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/feeds/8927717404931996410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2417939197706650813&amp;postID=8927717404931996410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8927717404931996410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2417939197706650813/posts/default/8927717404931996410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaandrews.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-my-hand-at-this-blogging-craze.html' title='Trying my hand at this blogging craze!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12855978812838928987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
