<?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-5434099736963723158</id><updated>2012-01-10T10:54:17.238-06:00</updated><category term='seriously she&apos;s the best'/><category term='melissa haney'/><category term='blogging like a maniac'/><category term='unforgivably boring'/><category term='my little ponies for life bitches'/><category term='you&apos;re just never good enough'/><category term='dammit that granola bar is sounding really good'/><category term='xoxo friends o mine'/><category term='good work vitamin c'/><category term='self'/><category term='bienvenidos agosto'/><category term='i am very much my mother&apos;s child'/><category 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term='why don&apos;t jobs have spring breaks?'/><category term='boo hoo on this silly funk'/><category term='you know i got your back pigeon'/><category term='you are so much cooler'/><category term='mood balancing by melissa'/><category term='throw ya hands in the a-ya if you&apos;s a true playa'/><category term='YES WE CAN... let our president be a little bit human'/><category term='i win i win i win'/><category term='i&apos;m in a hurry and i don&apos;t know how else to describe the feeling'/><category term='maybe the nurse will sing me a song'/><category term='brought to you by the letter &quot;still in my pjs at 9am&quot;'/><category term='good gravy it looks baaad'/><category term='jumbly brain'/><category term='right?'/><category term='i&apos;d give my left arm to be at fenway'/><category term='this is like my sixth new leaf'/><category term='turn turn turn'/><category term='i just stumble a little'/><category term='this might have been nicer as a list'/><category term='and happy leap year duckies'/><category term='big mike is reading over my shoulder'/><category term='short'/><category term='come on i&apos;m not THAT dumb'/><category term='see you at the swingset and i&apos;ll bring the beers'/><category term='oh tuesday'/><category term='the one who fills out surveys exclusively'/><category term='ha ha ha scott&apos;s 33 years old now'/><category term='who did i think i was kidding'/><category term='it&apos;s all hap hap happening'/><category term='too busy for this shit'/><category term='guess who&apos;s done with the jiggle? hint: me'/><category term='you know you haven&apos;t seen her in a while'/><category term='p.s. did i mention that we for real have no hot water'/><category term='if i ever create a perfume i will definitely be calling it &quot;debauchery by melissa&quot;'/><category term='it is infinitely more fun to say in dutch'/><category term='i have actually made myself sick with dread'/><category term='mike can open beer bottles with his forearm'/><category term='and by the way i love matthew fox'/><category term='mc hammer'/><category term='one workday down and four to go'/><category term='edit before you post'/><category term='full to the brim with mashed potatoes'/><category term='perhaps i am part werewolf'/><category term='five up five down'/><category term='my heart is two sizes bigger after days like those'/><category term='p.s. i hate that song'/><category term='more on this tomorrow'/><category term='sole proprietor'/><category term='learning lessons at 25 i should&apos;ve learned at 19ish'/><category term='this post really affects none but the aforementioned'/><category term='okay your hour&apos;s up'/><category term='with love from a pathetic blogger'/><category term='again with the lists'/><category term='one-woman rainbow coalition'/><category term='did anyone besides us catch that torrential rain?'/><category term='those bastard pilots'/><category term='it&apos;s okay i&apos;m used to that'/><category term='yeah i&apos;ll have both'/><category term='got a little off topic there'/><category term='xox loverbugs'/><category term='one of the strangest nights ever probably'/><category term='i&apos;m telling you all of this so you can call me on it if i cheat'/><category term='breathe iiiiiin breathe oooooout'/><category term='i sound like some new-age freakshow'/><category term='it&apos;s valenTINE not valenTIME for pete&apos;s sake'/><category term='it&apos;s friiiiday'/><category term='pent up aggression from my obama post i think'/><category term='unable to control the happy happy'/><category term='i&apos;d call it a journal but i&apos;ve always thought that word sounded pretentious'/><category term='get it together melissa'/><category term='i am most excited about the sunshine'/><category term='i&apos;m thinking of having a celebratory cupcake'/><category term='the greatest poet of my generation'/><category term='i am literally the smartest person alive'/><category term='caucus sounds so dirty'/><category term='think i&apos;ve for sure lost my touch'/><category term='my specialty'/><category term='www.someecards.com'/><category term='plus my birthday is officially over : ('/><category term='updating for updating&apos;s sake'/><category term='both living and dead'/><category term='brought to you by the letter &quot;i&apos;m ready to go home now&quot;'/><category term='i miss mama already'/><category term='plus did i mention that i miss you guys?'/><category term='get well soon'/><category term='don&apos;t be mad that i said dumb american'/><category term='if scott sees this i&apos;m hoping he&apos;ll laugh and not scold'/><category term='that&apos;s how pretty it is'/><category term='here i am'/><category term='i&apos;m just using this space to spew'/><category term='rose-tinted glasses on'/><category term='stream of conciousness (with punctuation)'/><category term='good god she&apos;s always complaining'/><category term='we are SO not in kansas'/><category term='i&apos;ll be going on a date with my favorite person'/><category term='maybe it&apos;s that damn full moon'/><category term='name that movie'/><category term='entire post about antm'/><category term='random post regarding food SURPRISE'/><category term='thank you internet'/><category term='and it&apos;s one more night in hollywood'/><category term='thanks to jackie : )'/><category term='lil meg + messa = oh shit i can&apos;t wait'/><category term='dance like (non-smoking) robot'/><category term='i&apos;m not sure whether or not i&apos;m complaining'/><category term='i guess she comes from goofy stock'/><category term='i changed my links too'/><category term='also happy friday the 13th'/><category term='TFD will probably end up suing me'/><category term='keep your fingers crossed'/><category term='time to go twitter some moooore'/><category term='that&apos;ll be $9000'/><category term='i can&apos;t decide which is funnier: canada being uninhabited or that africa is missing entirely'/><category term='blogging has got me in a vulcan death grip'/><category term='i still don&apos;t have my car for chrissakes'/><category term='maybe i&apos;m just getting old'/><category term='complete with new template what what'/><category term='there&apos;s no way i could have captured this moment in 140 characters'/><category term='shit i wish i&apos;d been in on that'/><category term='that being said i am glad for an excuse to lay on the couch and watch movies all day'/><category term='hopping.on.excessive.punctuation.bandwagon.'/><category term='headaches in bars over boys from another time'/><category term='taking applications for fun now'/><category term='i&apos;m bloggin wit no pics. yes yes y&apos;all.'/><category term='just really wanted to let you know how bad ass inglourious basterds was'/><category term='at least it was the weekend and not a wednesday'/><category term='not on my watch'/><category term='i know she&apos;s too skinny but dammit she&apos;s adorable'/><category term='my aura is purple'/><category term='movin&apos; on up to the west side'/><category term='i would really love a digital camera'/><category term='blood pressure down'/><category term='big high five for my boss who just can&apos;t help but mess up everything all the time'/><category term='it&apos;s fine that we have to have these talks from time to time'/><category term='i shudder to think where i&apos;d be without hastings'/><category term='no i don&apos;t think that makes me pathetic'/><category term='big ups to homegirls'/><category term='welcome to listers anonymous'/><category term='tatum missed me too i think'/><category term='blogging again'/><category term='don&apos;t answer cause i don&apos;t care.'/><category term='i&apos;ll probably regret this tomorrow'/><category term='i would probably say general tso&apos;s jesus instead'/><category term='another saturday night that i probably should&apos;ve just stayed at home'/><category term='i don&apos;t get hungover'/><category term='wtf indeed'/><category term='good grief is an understatement'/><category term='okay i wasn&apos;t crying as hard as that kid'/><category term='what an excellent way to go'/><category term='la la la baby loves days like this'/><category term='scoot'/><category term='wish me luck'/><category term='since when do i need more than 6 hours&apos; sleep?'/><category term='bye bye work helloooo couch'/><category term='...only not nearly as eloquently'/><category term='if you were from where i&apos;m from then you would know'/><category term='selfish birthday wishes from me to me'/><category term='t minus 4 hours and 36 minutes until the weekend'/><category term='she upped the ante when she buzzed her hair off'/><category term='brought to you by the letter &quot;no sleepsies&quot;'/><category term='does it sound like i&apos;m bitching? on second thought'/><category term='all this chaos is f*cking up my chi'/><category term='is losing 15lbs too much to ask?'/><category term='scram'/><category term='...when you turned 25 six weeks ago'/><category term='&quot;quirk&quot; has a positive connotation'/><category term='i think i&apos;ll live'/><category term='this makes me proud'/><category term='make a wish pigeon'/><category term='cigarette butt. get it?'/><category term='sorry guys i lost my diary'/><category term='whoa that caught me off guard'/><category term='too much caffeine perhaps'/><category term='maybe blogging is not as easy as i recall...'/><category term='mountains out of molehills'/><category term='my glass is half empty'/><category term='no vag in existence is as big as hers'/><category term='okay weekend just get here already'/><category term='i really need a hot bath and a valium'/><category term='friday word vom'/><category term='mom has some &apos;splaining to do'/><category term='raindrops please take a hike'/><category term='stuck in the middle with you'/><category term='seriously autumn where you at'/><category term='p.s. the weather is making it worse'/><category term='getting stuck with needles repeatedly = no picnic'/><category term='she&apos;s f*cking gorgeous is what she is'/><category term='love loooooovin to you from me'/><category term='and happy hanukkah'/><category term='is the grass really greener?'/><category term='february will not suck'/><category term='me'/><category term='throw the beat back iiiiiin'/><category term='holy fucking shitballs i&apos;m moving to california'/><category term='serving no purpose is my purpose'/><category term='maybe i should start a diary for all this bs'/><category term='i&apos;m bout to holla at some weekend'/><category term='lists help me get to the point more quickly'/><category term='maybe i was held too much as a baby'/><category term='only 363 days until i&apos;m 25'/><category term='i was aptly reminded that i missed the era of the pager'/><category term='when the weather warms up i&apos;ll be watching less junk tv'/><category term='no mom i do not have alcohol poisoning'/><category term='did god tell him to do that or what'/><category term='trick or treat'/><category term='if faced with two actual birds i will need 1000 stones'/><category term='thoughts that have interrupted my day'/><category term='i am officially getting old'/><category term='more good ones on the way i&apos;m sure'/><category term='thanks brooke'/><category term='dammit we are old folks'/><category term='this is not a forum for hateful comments'/><category term='take a deep breath and jump'/><category term='helloooooo may'/><category term='not the best news ever but hooray anyway'/><category term='i have never had to force myself to eat before'/><category term='yipes'/><category term='plus he has a comb-over for cryin out loud'/><category term='i love it when you call me meleeeeessa'/><category term='it&apos;s like riding a bike'/><category term='cavemen are more technologically advanced'/><category term='oh cartman i feel you dude'/><category term='heart is beating faster with xo&apos;s but also with sheer terror'/><title type='text'>check it, it's melissa</title><subtitle type='html'>i have, too, been playing with fifty-two cards. just 'cause i play so far from my vest... whatever i've got i've got no reason to guard. what could i do but spin my best?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1033778515385467113</id><published>2010-08-17T09:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:06:53.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brought to you by the letter &quot;still in my pjs at 9am&quot;'/><title type='text'>don't call it a comeback</title><content type='html'>yo yo yo, it's update time! i hadn't even looked at my blog in so long... when i got here today i noticed that, for whatever reason, my template wasn't showing anymore, so i went back to the basic blogger style. i miss the green, but i kind of dig this one too. really though, you don't care about that, do you? nope, didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ALIVE and still in CALIFORNIA. that's the takeaway message for this post. :) i am, again, jobless, as my previous employer decided to close up shop. he cried when he told me, but he handed me a big fat check (that didn't bounce) so i didn't cry at all. so here i am again, home most of the day, wishing for employment but trying desperately to enjoy myself because i know these days won't last forever. plus, i've got some dolla dolla bills y'all so at least i don't feel completely dependent on scott.&lt;br /&gt;as far as updating you on what's been going on here, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure i remember anything outstanding enough to discuss... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; and i are having a fantastic time being together all the time, and, some time ago, finally ironed out most of the "holy shit we see each other every day instead of every six weeks" wrinkles in our relationship, which now leaves room for all the fun shit we do: beer festivals, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt; boils, x-games at the staples center, baseball games at angels stadium... there is TONS to do here, but, alas, most of it is so expensive that the coolest things end up being just a tease. the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mlb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;allstar&lt;/span&gt; game is here?! SWEET! I WANNA GO! oh, the cheapest ticket is $150? eh, perhaps &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just catch the highlights on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;espn&lt;/span&gt;. that kind of thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;i got home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night from my first trip back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arkansas&lt;/span&gt; as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; resident. it was NOT easy to leave. i mean, besides the fucking weather (HOW DO YOU EVEN BREATHE THERE ON A DAILY BASIS GOOD GOD THAT HEAT IS STIFLING I'M AN OLD LADY AND BITCH ABOUT HUMIDITY EVERY CHANCE I GET), i had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun and miss all of my sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arkansas&lt;/span&gt; girls &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;california's&lt;/span&gt; still alright by me. i need two things to really feel at home here: 1. a JOB (oh god i need a fucking job) and 2. a good girlfriend. i have a candidate in mind, but i think she might be a little too nice for me. she lives down the street and she is super awesome and fun to hang out with, but i have not heard her say one cuss word. ever. and that kind of makes me feel like i have to cut out my cuss words that i treasure so dearly. and to that i say, FUCK. but, regardless, at least she makes me feel like i have someone to talk to and i don't have to make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; my girlfriend. he is not a good girlfriend at all. :) so, basically what i'm saying is, i'm starting to make friends in the land of bitches and skanks, but if any of you gets a wild hair and wants to move here to be my buddy, i will make it worth your while in tap dances and hugs. anyone? anyone? okay, just think about it though. :)&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose that's it for now. i have a PICTURE POST in mind for later in the week, but, as usual, don't hold your breath, 'cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been known to take brief hiatuses from blogging from time to time. ha ha. see what i did there? i downplayed my blogging &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckitude&lt;/span&gt;. until next time, children. don't forget that auntie m loves you. :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1033778515385467113?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1033778515385467113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1033778515385467113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1033778515385467113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1033778515385467113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='don&apos;t call it a comeback'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2275818002231653608</id><published>2010-04-12T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:12:48.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ha ha ha scott&apos;s 33 years old now'/><title type='text'>weekend win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/S8N86iwDF6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/HPNQ5yRYBR8/s1600/beer+fest.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/_BUoprh-Nfrc/S8N86iwDF6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/HPNQ5yRYBR8/s320/beer+fest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459344518505764770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, i've (hopefully) done the last of my "woe is me" blogging. so i moved away. no big deal. you're fine, i'm fine, life goes on, yes? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;california, so far, is EXCELLENT. there's always fun stuff to do, and i'm meeting new and fun people, and, although i am not yet employed (which is slowly making me nanners in the worst way), i'm keeping my head up. i am employable, and until i find something to do, i should enjoy the mini-vacation, yes? yes indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the above picture is from a beer festival we went to on saturday evening. $40 per person, and you can literally have all the beer you can drink. no, seriously. they never ran out, and with our group, that was a very real possibility! :) that's scott behind me, and next to him is his coworker jeff and his brother-in-law chad, that's scott's sister, stephanie, in the sunglasses, and scott and stephanie's hair-dresser / friend / rad chick krista in the middle. there were beers EVERYWHERE and it was an awesome day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was scott's birthday, and he had to go to work for a bit. BOO. my birthday plan was was to drink mimosas and lay on the couch together all day, since i knew we'd be hungover from the beer festival (plus we may have hit a couple of bars afterward... ooooopsyyyyy....). well, i got the hungover part right; neither of us was in good shape AT ALL yesterday morning. but getting called into work kinda ruined the other half. dammit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, that's it. it's been a long time since i updated with just normal shit, just regular happenings. i hope i haven't lost my touch! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2275818002231653608?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2275818002231653608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2275818002231653608' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2275818002231653608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2275818002231653608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-win.html' title='weekend win'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/S8N86iwDF6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/HPNQ5yRYBR8/s72-c/beer+fest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8230533270433597408</id><published>2010-04-01T16:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:33:12.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plus did i mention that i miss you guys?'/><title type='text'>buckle up</title><content type='html'>this post is going to take forever to type. and i don't have any pictures for you right now, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; offering this little disclaimer in case that makes you want to stop reading now. if it's pictures you're after, maybe check back next week? or next month? i don't know. you just won't get any today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, now that we've handled that little bit of business, here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH. it's been forever since i updated, and normally that's not really an issue, because normally most of what i have to say is trivial and meant only as a vehicle to get thoughts out of my head before the suffocate me. but the time between now and my last post has been awfully full of so many things... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do the best i can to catch you up, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arkansas&lt;/span&gt; at the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt; to handle all my biz and tie up the loose ends and put that baby to rest and use several cliches in one sentence. it was fabulous and it was awful and it was amazing and it was terrible. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; had some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ju&lt;/span&gt; coming my way because it seemed as though, from the moment i got off the plane until the moment i re-boarded ten days later, pretty much everything went my way. before i went back i had these horrible thoughts that my apartment had been robbed or that i wouldn't be able to sell my car or that there wasn't enough time to pack and on and on and on. sometimes i have a little bit of a doomsday persona that allows my imagination to expect the worst possible scenarios at every turn. but my apartment looked the same, i got more than what i was hoping to get for my car, there was plenty of time to pack (and plenty of help, too), and so the only problem left with which to struggle was my severe, self-fulfilled, and i think well-earned emotional instability. i mean, after all the boxes were packed and the decisions were made, i couldn't get my head around the fact that THIS time would be the LAST time in a while that i would SEE her or LAUGH WITH him or get those hugs from THEM that i really really really really REALLY rely upon. my going away party was so much fun, and so bittersweet... if you were there, then you know. and if you weren't, i wish you were. a pregnant friend of mine left after a couple of hours, and i understood. i mean, we were in a bar. another friend, a new mommy, left soon after, and i understood. i mean, she had TWO brand new babies at home. but then another friend left (she had to work early the next day and i totally did not blame her for going)... and that's when i kind of lost it. it really started sinking in that everyone was going home. and it wasn't a "see you later" kind of situation. it was more like a "things won't be the same anymore" kind of situation. and maybe i cried a little. maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***does that make me sound like a brat? i didn't cry because everyone, at some point, went home. i mean, i wasn't stomping my feet like a little kid in an IT'S MY PARTY kind of fashion. i was just upset because going home meant i had to go, too. are we on the same page here? 'cause i re-read those last few sentences and i definitely sound like a little shit. just wanted to clear that up. as you were.***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i filled up all of my time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arkansas&lt;/span&gt; with my own business, and i would have much preferred being in the company of all the people that i had to leave. everyone had such a different reaction those last few days... but the three that stick out are the three that count the most. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;megan&lt;/span&gt;, of course, cried like a baby. and i cried with her. we stood in the parking lot of my apartment complex and hugged and kissed and sobbed and laughed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tearing up now just remembering it. that was not easy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tatum&lt;/span&gt; didn't let me shed one single tear, and i can always count on her for that. she's my chin up friend, the one who won't ever let any goodbye be final. i need that, and she fills that need. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; let a few tears fall, some of hers, some of mine. and then we dried it up and promised to see each other soon. and we will, 'cause that's how we roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; here. and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;absoLUTEly&lt;/span&gt; having trouble adjusting. not to the weather (ha! this place is gorgeous), not to the traffic (it's really not as bad as people act like it is), and not to spending so much time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; (although that has had its ups and downs so far). no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having trouble adjusting to being away from all of you. i don't have a job. i don't have a car. i don't have any friends that are mine alone. all i have is him, which is enough... most days. :) i know it will all even out once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; employed and making new friends and doing things for myself, but sometimes i just want to have girls' night and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;antm&lt;/span&gt;. i just want to drive 45 minutes to see my sister for the night. i just want to catch up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dvr&lt;/span&gt; on my old couch. ugh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh good lord enough of all of that. today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; first, was supposed to be the day i moved here. crazy, right? and, even though the previous paragraph would have you believing differently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really doing well. IT IS ALWAYS SUNNY HERE! and i get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; every day! EVERY DAY! and i haven't had to go to work in two months! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited about what comes next, and everything after that, too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;angeles&lt;/span&gt;. i miss you like you wouldn't believe, but i wouldn't change anything about what i have now, not for one second. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8230533270433597408?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8230533270433597408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8230533270433597408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8230533270433597408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8230533270433597408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/04/buckle-up.html' title='buckle up'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8624166118919802147</id><published>2010-02-10T08:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:13:54.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i really need a hot bath and a valium'/><title type='text'>so here's what happened</title><content type='html'>i am currently in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;angeles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; and not in little rock, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arkansas&lt;/span&gt;, which is where i am technically supposed to be right now. a multitude of events lead me to this point and they are as follows: we left in plenty of time for me to get to the airport on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. however, the SUPERBOWL CHAMPION SAINTS were landing at roughly the same time we were making our trek, and since everyone in new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;orleans&lt;/span&gt; had black and gold fever, the traffic was BA-noodles, as the entire city came to the airport to see the players land. by the time i got to the check-in counter, i had missed my flight. i NEVER miss a flight by my own accord, and so this was frustrating to say the least. while i was trying to figure out my next move, i called my sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kathleen&lt;/span&gt; aka my ride home on the other side to tell her that i was most definitely going to be late. she informed me that the 20% chance of maybe a little bit of snow that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;forecasted&lt;/span&gt; for the little rock area late &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; night had instead become a 100% chance of some pretty serious snow that showed up early instead. i don't even know if it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; when it happened, all i know is that she emailed me a picture of the winter wonderland, and i knew then that, missed flight or no, i wasn't getting home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; regardless. so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; takes a deep breath and says, "why don't we both just stay the night in new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;orleans&lt;/span&gt;, and go to l.a. tomorrow?" well, i can think of a million reasons why not! i still have so much to do! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to go back to work! my apartment is a mess! and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvr&lt;/span&gt; is chalk full of important things that i really want to see! but i didn't care about any of that in that moment. i just said, "hell YES. let's do it!!!" so here i am, sitting on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scott's&lt;/span&gt; couch, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacillating&lt;/span&gt; between thinking that this decision is completely irresponsible, and thinking this decision isn't so much a decision as an acceleration on an already-made plan. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already talked to my parents several times, i talked to my boss, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; checking things off a list that must must MUST be taken care of. i clearly am i coming back; all i have with me is a weekend bag and i still have to deal with my car and my apartment and a myriad of other things. i think it'll be the weekend i was planning on having my bye-bye party so, for now, that plan is still in effect. until there is more news, i can just tell you that today's forecast is looking like a few teardrops, a ton of phone calls, some rest, perhaps a small panic attack and maybe some affirmation from friends in the form of "this was a good idea" comments? i don't know about that last part... you tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8624166118919802147?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8205192105618230146</id><published>2010-02-04T18:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:54:39.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good god she&apos;s always complaining'/><title type='text'>focus is not my forte</title><content type='html'>the following things are NOT on my mind twenty four hours a day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting out of my lease &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;selling my car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting rid of all my furniture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my rapidly dwindling cash flow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my funny shape and its sore-thumb future in california&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pesky taxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;too many bye byes to count&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;my blood pressure is high, but so is my confidence... for a few minutes each day. :) SIGH. reminder for self: you're good enough, you're smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like you. aaaaand REPEAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;off to new orleans for the weekend. if you're lucky, you'll see a picture of me all dolled up for the mardi gras ball. i know, i know, you're waiting with baited breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoy your weekend, loverbugs. xox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8205192105618230146?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8205192105618230146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8205192105618230146' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8205192105618230146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8205192105618230146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/02/following-things-are-not-on-my-mind.html' title='focus is not my forte'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6600845257568417793</id><published>2010-01-27T14:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:35:51.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big high five for my boss who just can&apos;t help but mess up everything all the time'/><title type='text'>i feel you, bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/S2CjLBTIUCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/wxVwuLghJFs/s1600-h/storm+trooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431520560331378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/S2CjLBTIUCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/wxVwuLghJFs/s320/storm+trooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so, today i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted to blog about what a big weenie i was being yesterday. i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wanted to tell you that i feel a ton better and that it's just one those funks i hate but am sadly prone to. i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wanted to express how i'm tough stuff and that yesterday's post was just a momentary glich in an otherwise smoothly-running system. i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wanted all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, the hits just keep on coming. after giving my boss roughly seven weeks notice that i planned to leave this job, this city, this state, he informed me today that he won't be needing my services that long, and starting tomorrow i'm training someone to replace me. he wouldn't give me a definitive end date on my employment, but if it's more than another three weeks i'll be amazed. i guess it's true; no good deed goes unpunished, huh? now, this news clearly has several effects on me, as i'm sure it would on anyone. let's discuss what this means, shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my first instict was to say "fuck it" and roll out. i don't need this shit. but i didn't do that. awww, lookey there. baby's growing up. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i kind of sort of saw this coming yesterday and i'm not at ALL ashamed to tell you that i called my mommy and shed some sad little tear droplets. i'm certainly not sad to be leaving this job (jesus i have been waiting and waiting), but because i have lost control of how it's happening. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i guess i'm gonna be down a paycheck and a half. awesome? no. not even kind of. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work should be SUPER fun for the next little while. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there really should be a special font for when one is being sarcastic. see above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so check it, i'll still be here until march 7th(ish). i'll be damned if i'm going to let today's events spoil an otherwise rockin' plan to have a going-away party on the 6th. (uh, still no details on that, by the way. could we just go to a bar and play some darts or something? will you still come if it's low-key?) the goodbye "chores" i've been dragging my feet on have hit a sudden acceleration, but i've been extremely productive under pressure before, so this shouldn't break me. i'm developing a financial plan that should ensure my head is above water (and hopefully my shoulders too, and maybe even part of my torso) for the duration, so even though i'll be eating a lot of ramen and tuna fish, i'll be fine. and imagine all the gas money i'll save not driving to this fucking office every day! (seriously, i need a sarcasm font. i'm going to develop one soon.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm all jumbledy, i know, but i guess my point is that i'm trying to keep my chin up. it's fine. i'm fine. that storm trooper and i are a little down in the dumps about our jobs getting blowed up, but really, we'll both be fine. i'm going to go home and drink a bottle of wine whilst formulating THE PLAN further. stay tuned. xox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6600845257568417793?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6600845257568417793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6600845257568417793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6600845257568417793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6600845257568417793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-you-bro.html' title='i feel you, bro'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/S2CjLBTIUCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/wxVwuLghJFs/s72-c/storm+trooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5893638959406519520</id><published>2010-01-26T13:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:11:57.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come back old self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are so much cooler'/><title type='text'>head games</title><content type='html'>my real self has taken a short hiatus and left in her place a pale comparison. and in this new person's skin, i am feeling anxious, poor, unattractive, lazy, boring, hyper-emotional, and disconnected. clearly, i am none of these things. well, except poor and i guess kind of lazy. and anxious sometimes... okay whatever. maybe i am some of these things some of the time but i am certainly not all of these things all of the time. i'm not doing things like i normally do. i'm avoiding calls. i'm crying some days. i'm really really really stressed out and not that psyched to admit it but sure that i'll explode if i don't. all of this, i'm sure, centers around the fact that i'm saying goodbye to most of what i know to be familiar in approximately six weeks. i'm leaving it for something different, something i'm sure is better for me in some ways and worse for me in others. and, in typical me fashion, i've left all the work for the last minute. there is no point to any of this, and i expect no sympathy or sweetness from anyone. because this feeling, i'm sure, is temporary, and in less than two months none of what is bothering me now will bother me any further. not the concrete concerns, anyway. just needed to write it down, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5893638959406519520?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5893638959406519520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5893638959406519520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5893638959406519520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5893638959406519520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/01/head-games.html' title='head games'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7865575896429399389</id><published>2010-01-15T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:03:22.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy fucking shitballs i&apos;m moving to california'/><title type='text'>done and done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told them today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told them today that i'm rolling out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's all over but the crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's just an expression,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause i sure as shit won't be crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;six weeks until wheels up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm a complete mess of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excited and scared and nervous and calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a plethora of other emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, suffice it to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the countdown begins today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hold onto your hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm mostly talking to me on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7865575896429399389?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7865575896429399389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7865575896429399389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7865575896429399389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7865575896429399389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/01/done-and-done.html' title='done and done'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6879437009106110833</id><published>2010-01-04T10:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:08:17.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think i&apos;ve for sure lost my touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging again'/><title type='text'>looking back, looking forward</title><content type='html'>i've been inspired. i'm not blogging that much anymore, and that's mainly because i always feel like i'm complaining. like, when i'm having fun or have good news to share, i usually want to be on the phone and don't ever considering writing anything down. but when i'm in a shitty mood and need to get something off my chest, that's when my brain chooses to remember that i have a blog and i definitely use it in those situations. so someone reading this might go back through these posts and think, "good god that is the saddest / meanest / most worried girl on the planet." not true... i don't think...  and so in a fun change of pace, as aforementioned, i've been inspired by lady gray to blog something positive. what a nice change for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without further ado, i present the top five greatest things about my life in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. getting my own place again. man, oh man, did i miss living alone. don't get me wrong, i loved living with tater bug, but baby needs her space. and now that i have it back, i'm not at all excited about eventually having to give it up ('cause i will eventually... sigh).&lt;br /&gt;4. re-connecting with old friends. the internets were very, very good to me in 2009. the twitters and the facebook and all that jazz let me virtually hold the hands of people i have missed oh so much. quite thankful for this one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;3. all the travelling! goodness i feel like i've been on planes or in hotels as much as i've been in my own house last year. this will be slowing up significantly in 2010, for all the right reasons. (winkety wink!)&lt;br /&gt;2. babies, babies, babies! i've been so blessed to have the opportunity to watch close friends find out babies are on the way, have babies, raise babies. seeing my friends as mommies is amazing and awe-inspiring and they make me incredibly optimistic and more calm about the time in my life when i am in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;1. scott. yeah yeah, i said it. shut up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as resolutions go for the new year, i'm so bad at keeping specific ones like "stop biting nails" and "drink less beers" that i will just make one big, broad, sweeping resolution that i will more than likely just make every year from now on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be nicer to self. take better care of self. put self first. and once self is steady, dole out more hugs and kisses to important other selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2010, friends. love you all so much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6879437009106110833?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6879437009106110833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6879437009106110833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6879437009106110833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6879437009106110833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-back-looking-forward.html' title='looking back, looking forward'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7825701785079281802</id><published>2009-12-08T11:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:23:22.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh cartman i feel you dude'/><title type='text'>cranky pants, party of one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sx6J2yLTE0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Ss4twoFRbWI/s1600-h/pissed-off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412915376421016386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sx6J2yLTE0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Ss4twoFRbWI/s320/pissed-off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boo. i don't know if it's the weather or the season or the holidays or what, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jeezum&lt;/span&gt; crow i just CANNOT stay positive lately. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; crabby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; stressed out, and i just really really really would like to snap the hell out of it. my weekend was super hectic and eventful in all the wrong ways, my job is increasingly tedious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unfulfilling&lt;/span&gt;, my apartment is a wreck, my skin is dry and pale, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; is about five seconds away, and oh god, the rain rain rain and the cold cold cold. no amount of deep breathing or wishful thinking is negating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;craaaaaaab&lt;/span&gt; inside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meeeeee&lt;/span&gt;. the good news is that what goes up must come down, and you know, vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. so i'll see you on the other side of this cranky-faced funk, friends. :) xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7825701785079281802?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7825701785079281802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7825701785079281802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7825701785079281802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7825701785079281802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/12/cranky-pants-party-of-one.html' title='cranky pants, party of one'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sx6J2yLTE0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Ss4twoFRbWI/s72-c/pissed-off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1691065470874555436</id><published>2009-12-02T14:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:14:20.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear in mind that i am a complete pansy in these situations'/><title type='text'>predicament</title><content type='html'>this week marks a year of me working with my company. and in lieu of cake and ice cream to celebrate (yeah, right... i work with all dudes over the age of 40... no one celebrates like i do), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to ask for a raise. i don't get paid time off, i don't have a chance to earn overtime, and have not received an increase in pay since my first day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sort of a bad ass around here, and i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; earned a raise. the problem is, HOW THE HELL DO I ASK FOR A RAISE?! every scenario i imagine in my head makes come off sounding like an ingrate or a sniveling jerk. maybe it's because, deep down, i feel sort of like an asshole asking for a raise a mere three months before i say peace out to this place, but still. end date or no, i DO deserve a raise, right? i mean, it's been a year... right? help, friends. HELP. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ayudame&lt;/span&gt;. how do i get more money for my (quasi) hard work? or should i just leave it alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1691065470874555436?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1691065470874555436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1691065470874555436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1691065470874555436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1691065470874555436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/12/predicament.html' title='predicament'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3260195648533867121</id><published>2009-11-13T09:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:05:58.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can&apos;t decide which is funnier: canada being uninhabited or that africa is missing entirely'/><title type='text'>because it's friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sv2CvCZ8R8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/dhAz-q0gJQg/s1600-h/america+(3).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403618872525604802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sv2CvCZ8R8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/dhAz-q0gJQg/s320/america+(3).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and because i can't stop looking at it, i present the most horrible / most awesome thing you have ever seen in your life, guaranteed. special thanks to jacob for posting this first. HILARIOUS, and sadly, an accurate representation of how the general public of our country sees the world. uh, you're welcome. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3260195648533867121?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3260195648533867121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3260195648533867121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3260195648533867121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3260195648533867121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-its-friday.html' title='because it&apos;s friday'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sv2CvCZ8R8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/dhAz-q0gJQg/s72-c/america+(3).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1973193460865725227</id><published>2009-11-10T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:38:09.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains out of molehills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my specialty'/><title type='text'>por las mamas</title><content type='html'>so, the biggest part of this story is that i just found out that my very good friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PREGS&lt;/span&gt; and she's due in may, and there is no feasible way for me to be happier for her. i love her, and i love her husband, and they are going to be phenomenal parents. PHENOMENAL, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure of that. i am already over the moon about their little bundle of joy, and that is the take away message from this post, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, for your consideration, i submit the following and you tell me: is the most annoying thing ever or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found out about sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; bug's bun in the oven in an email, from an ex-coworker of mine / current coworker of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;katie's&lt;/span&gt;. apparently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; pie's broken the news in her office through an email with an attachment of the ultrasound photos. so i receive this email, FORWARDED, from said coworker and the only thing it says is, "did you know?" HELL NO I DIDN'T KNOW!!! so i immediately call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; and scream "are you pregnant?!" and once she verifies this information i start to cry and say how excited i am and congratulations and all of that mess and she's all emotional and i think it's for the same reason... but apparently &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; emotional because she's so pissed off that she wants to kill this particular coworker. see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;katie's&lt;/span&gt; plan was to make plans with me this weekend so that she could tell me in person, and coworker has ruined it. not only did i hear it from someone besides the mama-to-be herself, but i got the news in an email. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;katie's&lt;/span&gt; not pleased, and i can't blame her. i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; thought about that before i called her, but I WAS SO STOKED that i just couldn't think straight, you know? surely you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i guess my point is: tacky, right? &lt;em&gt;forwarding&lt;/em&gt; an email with info like that? what if she wanted to surprise me personally (which she did)? what if she didn't want me to know? what if what if what if? help me out here, mamas, how pissed off would YOU be at this coworker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, yes, i know i'm sort of doing the same tacky thing by telling you here, but you don't know her, right? so it's different. i think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1973193460865725227?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1973193460865725227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1973193460865725227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1973193460865725227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1973193460865725227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-las-mamas.html' title='por las mamas'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3213107600245261656</id><published>2009-11-08T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:58:53.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see you at the swingset and i&apos;ll bring the beers'/><title type='text'>attention friends</title><content type='html'>this is probably going to come across as very arrogant and self-involved, but i think you all know that i am those things a lot of the time, so i will say it anyway: i miss you. i want to spend time with you. before too long i will go and it will not be as easy to come over and split a bottle of wine, it will not be as easy to share a good hug, it will not be as easy to be friends. so we should soak up the easy while we've got it, shouldn't we? so, as of right this second, my free time is yours if you want it. see? arrogant. self-involved. but i love you, and i don't know how else to say it. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3213107600245261656?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3213107600245261656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3213107600245261656' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3213107600245261656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3213107600245261656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention-friends.html' title='attention friends'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3421127526331534247</id><published>2009-11-05T10:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:38:55.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movin&apos; on up to the west side'/><title type='text'>at the risk of being "that girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got to tell you what happened, even though i don't want to be &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;... the girl who has nothing to talk about but her love life (i've always wanted to punch that girl in the face). but this is big news for me, so if i can now be inducted into the "that girl" club, so be it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on the phone with the dude and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; telling him (again) that the only stressful part of THE BIG MOVE for me is knowing when IT will happen and all the logistics-related things leading up to IT. best as i can tell, once i touchdown in la la land, the sailing should be a bit smoother. so he suggests that i pick a date to move and we'll just go from there. so i do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; 1st. arbitrary, yes, but that's about the soonest i figure i can make it happen from my end, and the weather will be nice in both states so that's one less thing to worry about, right? he agreed, and if we were in the same place, i imagine we would've shaken hands so as to signify that we have a deal. fast forward to this morning: i come into work, bleary-eyed and half-awake, as usual. i get all settled and open my email and i have one from southwest airlines titled "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ticketless&lt;/span&gt; flight confirmation" or something equally as important sounding. i open it, with furrowed eyebrows, because i haven't made a flight reservation lately and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing this is a surprise or a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a one-way ticket to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;angeles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt;, for the first of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;, 2010, courtesy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it. in just a little less than five months, there won't be any more guessing or speculating or talking about someday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be living there, and not here. and i can't think about anything else this morning except my rad ass boyfriend, his sweet and much-appreciated gesture, and the myriad dollars i need to stow away between now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FUCKING HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3421127526331534247?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3421127526331534247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3421127526331534247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3421127526331534247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3421127526331534247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-risk-of-being-that-girl.html' title='at the risk of being &quot;that girl&quot;'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8274735143649004958</id><published>2009-11-04T10:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:55:50.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if scott sees this i&apos;m hoping he&apos;ll laugh and not scold'/><title type='text'>it's not that i hate pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SvGwg5toBgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NNenIo4-36A/s1600-h/Halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400291507488425474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SvGwg5toBgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NNenIo4-36A/s320/Halloween.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...i just don't ever post them because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so bad at taking them and doubly bad at being in them. so there's that. and i will probably regret posting this one, but, fuck it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mackin&lt;/span&gt;' on princess peach (in a cardigan... who knew l.a. would be so damn cold that night? totally ruined the effect). neither of us remembers this photo being taken, and neither of us knows why it's of such poor quality. maybe someone took it with their phone? regardless, it must've been pretty late, because the man is shirtless, which i know for sure didn't happen before midnight (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;luigi&lt;/span&gt; took his shirt off, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; is not a person to be outdone when it comes to nudity). and that mustache? yeah, he grew that himself, specifically for this occasion. this is probably not the best pictorial introduction to my sweetest sweetheart, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that he has yet to make a physical appearance on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' blog, and i figured why the hell not. cheers to drunken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8274735143649004958?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8274735143649004958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8274735143649004958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8274735143649004958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8274735143649004958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-that-i-hate-pictures.html' title='it&apos;s not that i hate pictures...'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SvGwg5toBgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NNenIo4-36A/s72-c/Halloween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-4421783818317138500</id><published>2009-11-03T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:17:30.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m thinking of having a celebratory cupcake'/><title type='text'>happy anniversary to me</title><content type='html'>i lost two jobs in six months last year. it wasn't fun, but it seems like it's been forever ago. on the one-year anniversary of my losing the first, i was moving into my new apartment, and a bad memory was replaced. today is the one-year anniversary of losing the second, and although no momentous occasion occurs today to replace this date in infamy, i am boggled as to how much is different now than it was then. have you ever take those "real age" quizzes? there's a section devoted entirely to how quickly one's life changes and the stress those changes take on one's body, both physically and emotionally. it's been a long time since i checked my "real age," but as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; looking back just over the last couple of years and all that has happened, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably somewhere in my early fifties, as far as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;realage&lt;/span&gt;.com is concerned. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the only one; i can think of several people reading this blog whose lives are drastically different than they were two years, two months, two weeks ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wondering when (or if) this ever changes. what i mean to say is, do the changes become smaller and smaller? or are we forever radically different with the seasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no point to this post, really. just thinking about the job lost one year ago today, how upset i was about it then, and how completely inconsequential it is now. i suppose i should stock this feeling away for reference the next time i think the world is ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-4421783818317138500?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/4421783818317138500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=4421783818317138500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4421783818317138500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4421783818317138500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='happy anniversary to me'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1305034085033553095</id><published>2009-10-20T09:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:50:44.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is losing 15lbs too much to ask?'/><title type='text'>and so it begins (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to get more hot and less flabby. SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i'm going to try to get into shape. for real this time. i made a semi-serious attempt at making the ol' body hotter in the spring time, but that was mainly because the place i lived did not have hot water for showering and the gym did. so now that i can shower at home, why on earth would i go work out? :) but the time has come to stop looking like i've given up on being cute and start looking like an adorable 26-year-old girl who has absolutely no reason to be chubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't get me wrong; i don't hate my body. i am 5'11" tall and i weigh approximately 165 lbs, which is less than your average giant girl. my bmi is 23, which is perfectly healthy and i'm not what i would consider a "big girl," although there have been days when my brain and my mirror have teamed up to convince me otherwise. i have a nice shape and when i'm taking care of myself i can sort of kind of be a little bit of a brickhouse. (you know, mighty mighty, lettin' it all hang out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the problem is (and has been for aaaages) that i jiggle too much. and me no likey. so starting yesterday, it is game ON, body. i'll be getting plenty of cardio daily, joining a good friend for yoga twice a week, and i'm even considering joining weight watchers with another friend who finds herself in a similar i'm-super-cute-but-i-could-be-cuter-with-some-help position. maybe that sounds silly, but it can't hurt, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i guess i'm saying wish me luck. god knows i'ma need it. and if we see each other in the next little bit, be sure to say bye bye to my beer belly. i'm hoping you'll never see it show its ugly face again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1305034085033553095?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1305034085033553095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1305034085033553095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1305034085033553095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1305034085033553095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-it-begins-again.html' title='and so it begins (again)'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5177758222520892921</id><published>2009-10-19T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:55:18.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plus it&apos;s an excuse to use the word &quot;buttholes&quot; which is used far too rarely'/><title type='text'>it's time you knew</title><content type='html'>so, some of you have already heard about this and, despite the mixed reviews, i continue to find it hilarious and am hoping that someone reading this will integrate my new favorite running gag into their lives and it will bring them as much laughter as it does me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know that if anyone can drive a joke into the ground, it's this girl. and with that thought in mind, i decided to put "that's what she said" on the shelf a few weeks ago and try something new. and the something new of which i speak involves the constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt; of the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buttholes&lt;/span&gt;." (hear me out; i swear to god it's awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite simply, really. it works like this: say you and a friend are having a conversation about weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;, and your friend is trying to convince you to go somewhere. your friend might say, "come on, dude. it could be fun." you might then say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buttholes&lt;/span&gt;: come on, dude. it could be fun." this sounds totally lame, and i fully understand that you might, at this point, find yourself confused as to why this entertains me to no end (although if you know me well at all you know that i am the world's most easily entertained human). but i promise that if you at least give it a try, you won't regret it. (i.e. --- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;buttholes&lt;/span&gt;: i promise that if you at least give it a try, you won't regret it.) (HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you hate it, maybe you don't get it, maybe it'll be your new favorite thing. just wanted to share. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5177758222520892921?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5177758222520892921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5177758222520892921' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5177758222520892921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5177758222520892921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-you-knew.html' title='it&apos;s time you knew'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-9064525627092139793</id><published>2009-10-07T07:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:10:32.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edit before you post'/><title type='text'>supplemental information</title><content type='html'>i re-read yesterday's post and its tone sounds really worried and hesitant and blue. but the truth of it is, despite all the scariness that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be facing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-move, i am really really really really really REALLY really really jazzed to be doing this. and when i don't let myself focus too much on the logistics, packing up and heading west to jump with both feet into phase two of the most fulfilling relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever been in feels like the most natural thing in the world, and there is no doubt in my mind that my future in the big city with scott will be the raddest thing ever. just wanted to clarify. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-9064525627092139793?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/9064525627092139793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=9064525627092139793' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/9064525627092139793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/9064525627092139793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/10/supplemental-information.html' title='supplemental information'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3397902152602727622</id><published>2009-10-06T09:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:31:31.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart is beating faster with xo&apos;s but also with sheer terror'/><title type='text'>oh holy shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SstomQOTk4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/k0GnsKzUvSw/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516385478218626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SstomQOTk4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/k0GnsKzUvSw/s320/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;not today, and not tomorrow, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; next summer, when my lease is up. i am more excited and more terrified of this than i think i have been about anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so here's the deal: i don't talk about my boyfriend in great detail on this blog. it creeps me out a little, and i can't really explain why. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sidenote&lt;/span&gt;: it doesn't creep me out when you write about your boyfriend / fiance / husband. i really dig it. you guys are so freaking cute. i just can't do it myself. reason #4,722 why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a little bit crazy, i guess.) anyhow, we've been dating for a year now, and he's fucking awesome. and i am awesome. and together we are awesome squared. so he lives in l.a. and i live here, and even though the long-distance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' has worked out thus far with much less conflict and much more ease than i initially anticipated, the time has come for us discuss (insert ominous music here) the future. YIKES. and the future for him, and the future for me, is, at least at this point, a future together. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt; my blood pressure went up just typing that.) and since he is settled and successful where he is and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sort of vagabond when it comes to living arrangements and job situations, i will go to where he is. this move includes, but is not limited to, the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;selling most of my things to purchase new(er) things there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;parting ways with my sweet, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;malibu&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not that torn up about this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finding a job and an apartment and some new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and, in addition to the above stressful chores, i will also have to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;get used to the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be thousands of miles away from my family (i can already feel the tears welling up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be a plane ride away from friends i see all the time (i hate it so bad, i can't even tell you. this is a whole post in itself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;come to terms with my insecurities in the land of the beautiful people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;understand that this could turn out to be the best or worst decision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever made (then again, i suppose every decision could be either the best or the worst one ever...), and be okay with letting the cards fall where they may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so i guess we'll just see what we see. this move is months and months away but there is much to do before then, starting with (for real this time) getting a second job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; has already made it clear that he will do everything he can to make this transition as smooth for me as it can be, but i can't expect him to hand me a blank check, and this whole shift is going to cost some mega dollars. suggestions on gainful, part-time employment are welcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i may have been a little premature in posting all of this information. after all, disasters are unpredictable and all of this may have to be retracted. but i am nearly 100% certain that this is certain, that i am certain, that he is certain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;in conclusion (for now) to this incoherent train of thought, i suppose i can just leave you with this: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; MOVING across the fucking COUNTRY for a BOY. who saw that coming?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3397902152602727622?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3397902152602727622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3397902152602727622' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3397902152602727622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3397902152602727622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-holy-shit.html' title='oh holy shit'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SstomQOTk4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/k0GnsKzUvSw/s72-c/la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7148098059279599278</id><published>2009-09-24T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:55:24.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m in a hurry and i don&apos;t know how else to describe the feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t be mad that i said dumb american'/><title type='text'>extra extra</title><content type='html'>if you can believe it, i'm posting about something other than myself. i know, i know. but pull your jaws off the floor, because today has been a ca-RA-zy news day and i wanted to share. as someone who reads cnn.com and time.com and, let's face it, people.com religiously, i consider myself a pretty news-aware person, and i sometimes feel like a 'dumb american' that my attention is drawn first to the human interest stories rather than the hard-hitting, need-to-know news. but today, it seems as though the human interest stuff has officially crossed over into need-to-know territory. allow me to elaborate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making friends, the southern way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/09/24/lowery.fist.bump/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/09/24/lowery.fist.bump/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local woman experiences waking nightmare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33006136/ns/health-kids_and_parenting/wid/11915773/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33006136/ns/health-kids_and_parenting/wid/11915773/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the reason i'd want to be in the guiness book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2009/09/24/2009-09-24_big_baby_boy_weighs_in_at_19pounds_at_birth_in_north_sumatra_indonesia.html"&gt;http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2009/09/24/2009-09-24_big_baby_boy_weighs_in_at_19pounds_at_birth_in_north_sumatra_indonesia.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assholes still exist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1925607,00.html"&gt;http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1925607,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i right? crazy crazy crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, i think i would make an excellent headline-writer. and, yeah, i just went ahead and made this post a little bit about me. you had to see that one coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7148098059279599278?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7148098059279599278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7148098059279599278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7148098059279599278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7148098059279599278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/09/extra-extra.html' title='extra extra'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-348996191194738704</id><published>2009-09-11T13:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:06:46.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all hap hap happening'/><title type='text'>t minus</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;twenty four hours until b's baby shower, complete with baby name reveal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;three days until early birthday dinner with tatum, my darling girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;five days until i am leaving on a jet plane for a long weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eight days until my BIRTHDAY (boosh boosh boosh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;twelve days until the official first day of fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fourteen days until my lovely sister and i get to celebrate said birthday in true haney girl fashion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sixteen days until yom kippur, if that's your thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;five weeks until scott finally shows his cute face in central arkansas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;six weeks until columbus day, which is of no consequence because i will probably be at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eightish weeks until i dress up like mario of the mario brothers for halloween in l.a.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;more to come, kids. this time of year is always so exciting. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*it should be noted that at least one million exclamation points would appear at the end of each of the above events, if i had the time and patience for all that punctuation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-348996191194738704?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/348996191194738704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=348996191194738704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/348996191194738704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/348996191194738704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/09/t-minus.html' title='t minus'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-710036550818586860</id><published>2009-08-26T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:30:42.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry guys i lost my diary'/><title type='text'>exposed vulnerabilities</title><content type='html'>sometimes, when i am in a relationship, i become certifiably insane. and this time is no different, not in that regard. but the complications added this time, the distance and the feeling, make me feel like perhaps i am ready to be fitted for a straight jacket. if he was here, if i was there, if i didn't think about him the way that i do, if i didn't wonder if maybe... then i could keep the crazy at bay, let it out in little spurts. but these days it seems that this particular brand of bananas can't sit on the shelf for any extended period of time. it crops up almost daily. and it's nerve-wracking. i am a girl who's used to solving problems with hugs and kisses (you know, after i've done some yelling and stomping of the feet), and forcing me to use my words (even though it seems i have them all at my disposal) can backfire. i don't say what i mean, or i don't say enough (shocking, right?), or when i get all of what i want to say out i feel foolish for having been bothered by whatever behavior it was in the first place. since we are so far away, i spend too much time rolling over situations in my head and wondering whether i am pissed off or if i am merely annoyed. and i can't help but wonder if it would be any different if we could hug it out when we need to. or, more accurately, when i need to. and he's really great, maybe the greatest (don't you dare tell him i said that). but he drives me crazy. or is it me that's driving me crazy? i just need some contact. more than what i'm getting, you know? real skin to skin. but even if i had it, would all of this nuts-o behavior disappear? when do you let it go? when do you relax? when do you give the guy a break (because of course he deserves it)? when do you settle into it and stop panicking every time something doesn't go the way it's supposed to, or the way you imagine it's supposed to? i'm not sure there are any answers. besides maybe deep breaths. and vodka. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vulnerabilities'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-978945023928076364</id><published>2009-08-25T22:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:59:24.146-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no way i could have captured this moment in 140 characters'/><title type='text'>so it's almost bedtime...</title><content type='html'>...and you think that you're done laughing for the day, done smiling, done being entertained. you go outside to drink some apple cinammon tea and have a bedtime cigarette, and you sit at the top of the stairs yawning and thinking about how lovely the view of the trees is from where you are. and then, out of nowhere, the douchebag downstairs neighbor comes out of his apartment, gets halfway up the stairs with a bong in one hand and a beer in the other, looks up, sees you sitting at the top, turns around and goes directly back into his apartment, without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you laugh maniacally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for like two solid minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is: don't close the book on amusement, not until you are for sure asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-978945023928076364?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/978945023928076364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=978945023928076364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/978945023928076364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/978945023928076364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-its-almost-bedtime.html' title='so it&apos;s almost bedtime...'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3646622977878400066</id><published>2009-08-24T09:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:58:50.480-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='got a little off topic there'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just really wanted to let you know how bad ass inglourious basterds was'/><title type='text'>did you see it?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SpK5tzLLUDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BSDDiy5xY3A/s1600-h/ib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373561501888761906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SpK5tzLLUDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BSDDiy5xY3A/s320/ib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i saw "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inglourious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;basterds&lt;/span&gt;" yesterday afternoon, and i straight CANNOT get it out of my head. i l-o-v-e-d loved it. the actors, the script, the art direction, the gore, the fluid switch from french to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;german&lt;/span&gt;. even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pitt&lt;/span&gt;, of whom i am no big fan but think is a phenomenal actor. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; make a plan to see it again soon. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, when my local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cineplex&lt;/span&gt; offers large popcorn and large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sodey&lt;/span&gt; pop for $1 each? maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have taken to going to the movies by myself in the last few years, and let me just tell you, i don't know if i ever enjoy any movie as much as the ones i watch alone (with the obvious exception of movies i can quote verbatim, i.e. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tommy&lt;/span&gt; boy, drop dead gorgeous, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aladdin&lt;/span&gt;, etc. these are all better when watched with someone who can also say the lines with the movie, and perform any musical numbers with pizazz). i mean, think about it, when one goes to the theater alone, one doesn't have to share popcorn or junior mints or coca-cola just because it's cost effective, one doesn't have to endure their companion's whispers or ill-timed laughs or any other variation on such interruptions, and (and this is a BIG ONE in my case) one doesn't force anyone &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; to endure one's whispers or ill-timed laughs. it's a win-win folks. plus plus plus, there's no "do you want to sit in the front or the back or the middle" seating debacle. plus plus PLUS, you can get there as early or late as you like, depending on your stance on previews (i personally do NOT like to miss the previews).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, granted, like any girl does, i sure do enjoy a date night at the movies, when homeboy buys the popcorn and maybe your hands brush going for some buttery goodness at the same time and you giggle like a teenager and he lets you grab his arm if you're scared (because he gets to pick the flick and he chooses a scary movie because he is a jerk and maybe because you picked the last time and made him see "27 dresses" or something similar) and all of that good stuff. but, i'm telling you, if you haven't sat in a cold theater with a huge box of sour patch kids and a big ol' dr. pepper that's all yours with no one in the seats on either side of you, then you should totally get on it. it's a whole new experience, and a good one at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3646622977878400066?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3646622977878400066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3646622977878400066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3646622977878400066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3646622977878400066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-you-see-it.html' title='did you see it?!?'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SpK5tzLLUDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BSDDiy5xY3A/s72-c/ib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5065396390567763236</id><published>2009-08-14T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:51:03.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s fine that we have to have these talks from time to time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know i got your back pigeon'/><title type='text'>an open letter to myself</title><content type='html'>dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you say these things to yourself in your head sometimes when you're in a funk, but since you have found yourself in this spot again with no progress in having a new and better reaction, i figured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; write down some reminders for you in hopes that maybe they'll finally stick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not everything is a huge fucking problem. you act like the smallest nuisance is the end of the world sometimes, and it's getting old. you've seen some big bad shit before, and you've handled it (beautifully, if i may say so myself), so quit letting a crappy email or a missed phone call or a dumb comment weigh you down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get over yourself. yes, you're the center of your own little universe, as that's as it should be. but yours is the only universe center that you occupy, and that is also as it should be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is no one's job but yours to make you feel better when you're down. you should really stop depending on anyone who will pick up the phone to do work that you know you can only do yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;projecting your piss-poor attitude on your sisters, your parents, your friends, and your boyfriend is rude and will definitely bite you in the ass at some point. i know you've seen proof of that; i was there, remember?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is not, contrary to popular belief, a reason for everything that happens. you'd spend a lot less time drowning your boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoos&lt;/span&gt; in wine if you'd quit searching for a non-existent answer. you are prone to over-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;analyzing&lt;/span&gt;, and it does nothing but wear you out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;please remember that i really love you and all your goofy neurotic tendencies. you know i think you're a bad ass, but there is always room for improvement. and this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in a funk" routine is really tired. funks serve no purpose but to waste your time and energy, and you always feel silly for having succumbed to them when they're over, don't you? you're bound to get the blues once in a while, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just suggesting that you give in to them less often. i think you'll thank me later. don't forget, you don't have to be perfect to be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love you big time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5065396390567763236?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5065396390567763236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5065396390567763236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5065396390567763236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5065396390567763236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-letter-to-myself.html' title='an open letter to myself'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3691720345601679193</id><published>2009-08-05T12:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:14:48.282-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf indeed'/><title type='text'>exes and whys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;also titled: way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, in a manner of speaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SnnUmeLY4ZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zvxY2waRQ-c/s1600-h/WTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366554188389605778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SnnUmeLY4ZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zvxY2waRQ-c/s320/WTF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been experiencing a strange phenomenon as of late: i have been on the business end of some fairly interesting post-relationship contact with three ex-boyfriends, and have not at all been weirded out by hanging out with them. these guys have nothing in common except for me, so my initial suspicion that this is some elaborate plot to showcase me in the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;punk'd&lt;/span&gt; episode ever has since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissipated&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that perhaps this is something normal people do. we text, we call, we see each other accidentally and on purpose. we are... are we... is it possible that we've become... friends? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been a girl who stays friendly with once and former dreamboats, but neither have i been a girl who holds a grudge. so while i am surprised to be on the receiving end of any after-the-fact attention, i don't hate it at all. as a matter of fact, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kinda digging it. i mean, these dudes each knew me pretty well at some point(s) or another, and even after we exploded or evaporated or just ended, they still want to know me? that's good for my ego. maybe we'll get tired of each other the way we did before. or maybe we'll braid each other's hair and tell our deepest darkest secrets. or maybe we'll be casual acquaintances. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always wanted one of those... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let you know how it turns out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3691720345601679193?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3691720345601679193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3691720345601679193' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3691720345601679193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3691720345601679193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/08/exes-and-whys.html' title='exes and whys'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SnnUmeLY4ZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zvxY2waRQ-c/s72-c/WTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7039548422837764866</id><published>2009-08-02T21:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:18:50.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bienvenidos agosto'/><title type='text'>soy la ganadora</title><content type='html'>so, i let the blog go a little, and it was the middle of july before i really realized it. so i made a bet with myself that i could go blog-silent for the full month, and i did. iiiiii win. (what's the name of this game?) (i win.) i think spewing ridiculousness on twitter helped with the quietude. anyhoodle, i'm back, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been up to? oh, you know, same old shit. working playing losing weight gaining weight laughing dancing singing on stage (that's a new one) and did i mention drinking? so you haven't missed much, unless you've missed me. in which case, back atcha. still loving my messy little apartment and diggin' on my bad ass boyfriend. still giving mucho hugs and kisses and driving with the windows down. still putting off pedicures and eating too much cheese dip. things don't change much around here, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, look forward to pictures, eventually. i recently purchased new batteries for my camera and i have missed several kodak moments as of late, so i'll be remedying that on the quick. you haven't seen my new(ish) place! you haven't seen how long my hair has gotten! you haven't seen my cute little laptop from which i am blogging RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND! lots to see, much to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love love love. catch you on the flip flop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7039548422837764866?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7039548422837764866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7039548422837764866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7039548422837764866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7039548422837764866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/08/soy-ganadora.html' title='soy la ganadora'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7516115813407573248</id><published>2009-06-29T12:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:27:23.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning lessons at 25 i should&apos;ve learned at 19ish'/><title type='text'>fml</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SkkBXGIQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JqpnZG-yjA0/s1600-h/hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352811128400442002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SkkBXGIQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JqpnZG-yjA0/s320/hangover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, i don't get hangovers. literally. never. this fact made me completely unprepared for yesterday's events. allow me to start at the beginning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the day started out innocently enough. i woke up bright and early and drove down to little rock to attend my favorite one-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. it was super fun, and the little guy had a blast. aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; threw back a few beers, but that's to be expected. after all the kiddies were gone and the supplies were packed away, a few of us decided to go downtown and grab some drinks before going home. i had approximately two and half beers before making the trek back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conway&lt;/span&gt;. i think that brought my grand total for the day to, like, eight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cervezas&lt;/span&gt;. that's really not so bad, right? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; been fine. famous last words. i fell asleep shortly after getting back to my apartment at around five. i woke up to my phone ringing at a little after 9. a FOUR HOUR nap on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; evening, ladies and gentlemen. while on the phone it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that i had a massive headache and that my stomach felt horrible. after we hung up, i decided to eat something, figuring that it had been like ten hours since i ate and that hunger must be the problem. so i have a granola bar and lay back down, feeling terrible. about 20 minutes later, i made a mad dash for the bathroom and vomited the entire contents of my tummy, perhaps including some small organs. i was sweating, i was almost in tears, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. i called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; and bitched and moaned and pitied myself as though i am the only human who's ever suffered like that. in his head, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure he was thinking, "oh, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pete's&lt;/span&gt; sake, get over it woman." but outwardly, he was very sweet and full of good advice and optimism. after we hung up, i laid down again, thinking that i could fall asleep and be done with it. it worked, for about ten minutes. i then got up and puked AGAIN, only this time, i have no idea what i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been getting rid of and my best guess is my stomach lining. then i cried myself to sleep. you read that correctly. i cried a little kid cutting the biggest onion ever, and re-ran the day's events in my mind, trying to figure out how the hell this all happened. a simple math problem should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;demonstrate&lt;/span&gt; it well: 8 beers + 0 ounces h20 + 95 degree heat + 600% humidity = feeling like dog shit for the rest of the night. good work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;. you are officially a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dumb ass&lt;/span&gt;. and the worst thing about it is that i started my day at a baby's birthday party. good example for the children, yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there you have it kids: mama's first real hangover. tsk, tsk. just had me a cheeseburger and a real coke and i am on the road to recovery. i don't expect any sympathy; i know you've probably all gone through this before, perhaps multiple times. more belated rites of passage next time, when our topic will be "the time i got my driver's license" or maybe "the first time i got cramps."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7516115813407573248?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7516115813407573248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7516115813407573248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7516115813407573248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7516115813407573248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/06/fml.html' title='fml'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SkkBXGIQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JqpnZG-yjA0/s72-c/hangover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8392984022787288610</id><published>2009-06-24T10:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:50:25.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xox loverbugs'/><title type='text'>remember when i used to blog?</title><content type='html'>hello friends. it's me, melissa. remember me? shit, i hope so. :) you know how sometimes when you haven't talked to someone in forever it's hard to catch up on what's been going on with you, because it seems like so MUCH has been going on with you, even if really nothing special's been going on at all? well, that's where we're at, amigos. i have been busy, as usual, but not too busy to blog. me falling by the wayside here is a direct result of acquiring some virus on my computer at work (damn you, facebook), which is where i, foolishly i admit, do most of my blogging. anyhow, my absence from the internet usually means i'm all up in my head about something, but that's not the case this time. things are business as usual around here. work's going well. my boss is out of town for a week so right now work's going REALLY well. i baby-sat arlo and roxy while mom and pop hills were on vacation, and that was an adventure. (a good one!) had dinner with princess jackie one night while she was in town, which was superb because i hadn't seen her in months. went to mtn. home for father's day to hang out with my daddy, who i love love love. and of course, i'm always looking forward to furture happenings. nate the great turns the big o-n-e this week, and i'm very excited to celebrate with my extended, selected family this weekend. can't wait to sun it out in the park with jenny bug and maddox, whom i've yet to meet and hug and kiss and squeeze. (and sarah and lucia? and brooke and her growing belly baby?) can't wait to go to mtn. home (againnnnn) for dock night, tatum and melissa style. can't wait to watch fireworks and light a million sparklers. can't wait to see scott, who i promise will &lt;em&gt;eventually &lt;/em&gt;be here (do you think i made this guy up yet? look, he's for real. we are having scheduling obstacles!). can't wait can't wait can't wait. all right, that's enough from me. again, no pictures. again, no way back wednesday. just another chapter in the book i'm working on entitled: "shit i have done / am doing that no one cares about but me." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8392984022787288610?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8392984022787288610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8392984022787288610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8392984022787288610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8392984022787288610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-when-i-used-to-blog.html' title='remember when i used to blog?'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8319876588541021326</id><published>2009-06-08T08:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:30:46.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists help me get to the point more quickly'/><title type='text'>did i tell you?</title><content type='html'>the last week has been banoodles. depending on the frequency with which you and i are in contact, i may or may not have told you the following information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;all of my belongings were moved from my room, into a uhaul truck, out of said uhaul, and up a flight of stairs into my apartment by me and three other chicks, none of whom are body-builders. this makes us bad ass, at the very least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i won a small but important (to me) battle against the uhaul place after they treated me like a piece of shit. i won in the form of monetary compensation. and who doesn't need more money? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got my brakes fixed and changed my car insurance and paid my property taxes and deposited my first month's rent. i did all of this with money left over. i have turned into a saver. i have turned into a financial planner. i have turned into a bonafide growed up girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i took a three-hour nap on thursday night, effectively screwing my entire night, because being a bonafide growed up girl is exhausting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cable is hooked up in my house, and i don't just mean that literally. i got HOOKED UP. i have dvr now, which kind of feels like being the last caveman to realize that he can make fire. i also have a ridiculous amount of channels, some of which i never even knew existed. as a result, antm cycle 8, you are recorded and i will see you soon. (without commercials.) (without listening to that sarah girl be a bitch.) (without much of anything tyra has to say.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am anticipating a visit from the bf sometime soon. we have been going back and forth and back and forth and back and forth about this; i didn't know he wasn't as planny planny as i am. grrr. anyhow, he'll be here at some point, and this is big big big because i might maybe kind of miss him just a little bit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i made mention in my last post about the contents of my fridge... i have not done anything to alter the line-up. i must grocery shop today or go broke / gain thirty pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't find my camera cord. um, there hasn't been a hell of lot of progress made on the un-packing, see? but i will find it soon, and i will show you pictures of my rad new digs, grocery-filled refrigerator included. xo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8319876588541021326?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8319876588541021326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8319876588541021326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8319876588541021326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8319876588541021326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-tell-you.html' title='did i tell you?'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-4862244434226309987</id><published>2009-06-03T07:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:47:00.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too tired to function today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more on this tomorrow'/><title type='text'>joie de vivre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dust has settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i live alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was kind of dramatic, but also hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know what? it was pretty fucking fun, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fridge contains only pickles and grape jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there's vodka in the freezer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so come over anytime. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-4862244434226309987?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/4862244434226309987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=4862244434226309987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4862244434226309987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4862244434226309987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/06/joie-de-vivre.html' title='joie de vivre'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2389117958634113872</id><published>2009-05-31T13:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:27:44.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts that have interrupted my day'/><title type='text'>i didn't know before today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SiLXr_esQXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Cj9CX5MTUcA/s1600-h/thought0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342069258789339506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SiLXr_esQXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Cj9CX5MTUcA/s320/thought0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one alcohol- and fried food- filled memorial day weekend is enough to reverse any progress made on making body hotter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can, if i choose to, accomplish absolutely nothing in a 24-hour period&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i kick ass at catch phrase&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you're moving, money disappears so quickly it damn near evaporates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giving clothes away feels good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding clothes i forgot i had feels better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time flies, whether you're having fun or not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i somehow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt; know how to scramble eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staying home last night was a bigger treat for me than going out would've been&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my eyebrows have about a two-day period where i love them; other than that they are either too thin or too full&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i might miss my little yellow room on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;garvin&lt;/span&gt; ave. more than i thought i would&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2389117958634113872?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2389117958634113872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2389117958634113872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2389117958634113872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2389117958634113872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-know-before-today.html' title='i didn&apos;t know before today'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SiLXr_esQXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Cj9CX5MTUcA/s72-c/thought0520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2513669934328916496</id><published>2009-05-26T10:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:47:12.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if i ever create a perfume i will definitely be calling it &quot;debauchery by melissa&quot;'/><title type='text'>debauchery by melissa</title><content type='html'>did anyone have as rad-ass a memorial day weekend as i did? jeezum crow, i thought 25 was old but i worked it like i was 20 again! i stayed up all night for three days straight, drank like alcohol was calorie-free, spent money like i'm some sort of trust fund baby, and had more fun than i can recall having in some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night: gusano's with megs, tatum, dulcinea, and dulcinea's brother for pizza and beers; willy d's with megan and cutie-patootie college kids at the next table; electric cowboy for a little (okay a lotta) ass shakin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night: took the greatest shower ever taken by anyone, courtesy of one kat hills who advised me to take my time, and take my time i did; dinner and drinks with some sweet girls, one of whom was celebrating a biiiirthday (and you know my feelings on birthdays); dancing downtown to horrible music; then off to discovery (disco if ya hood, y'all) for a delightful drag show and loads of compliments from boys both gay and straight, of which i can never get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday night: meggers came back to town, we met up with the cutie-patootie college kids at the saucer; then to sticky fingerz (by the way, were they having some sort of memorial day celebration or are beers there always only $2?!?); then to a new pal's gorgeous apartment for more drinking, dancing, and playing. additionally, i definitely DID get into the pool at 2am with nothing but my bra and panties on, in the pouring rain. i guess if you get on a treadmill three or four days a week your self-confidence goes through the roof. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i just packed. packed and cleaned and decided what to trash and what to keep. I AM MOVING THIS WEEKEND OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it, boys and girls. what did you get up to? and did you have fun doing it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2513669934328916496?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2513669934328916496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2513669934328916496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2513669934328916496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2513669934328916496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/debauchery-by-melissa.html' title='debauchery by melissa'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1500399867146992183</id><published>2009-05-20T10:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:19:07.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was aptly reminded that i missed the era of the pager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit i wish i&apos;d been in on that'/><title type='text'>plugged in, charged up</title><content type='html'>way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is becoming increasingly difficult for me, so this may be my last edition. unless, of course, i happen to run across some old goofy pictures of me. in which case i will definitely share, way back style. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got to thinking about way back when today, and i started wondering about what my life was like before modern technology. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not as tuned in as some, but i email, blog, twitter, and all of that these days. i mean, i can remember when getting my own phone line at home was a huge deal and how hearing it ring would make my heart beat faster, knowing that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was calling &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; specifically (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;megan&lt;/span&gt;... we shared a line... i mean, we're twins and all... beside the point). and when i was 16, mama and meg and i all got cell phones, and we gave up the land line. and i can remember thinking how rebellious and maybe sort of crazy that seemed. i mean, that was our PHONE. i guess i didn't really understand how a cell phone would change things. and now, i rely on that sucker more than i care to admit. i hate being without my little lg and all its lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ringtones&lt;/span&gt; and notices of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;voicemails&lt;/span&gt; and text messages. and i wonder, what would happen if i didn't have it? what would my life be like without a way to communicate at any time in any place? and what about this blog? would i still keep a journal if i didn't blog? probably, and i bet it would be a LOT more personal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on twitter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fully exposed. there are clearly pros and cons to the last decade or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt; technological explosion, and this is a way bigger topic than i am willing to commit to discussing now, but i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just saying that this way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, i realize that, while my parents bored me with stories about life before color television, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be boring my kids with stories about letters that came with stamps on them. crazy, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1500399867146992183?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1500399867146992183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1500399867146992183' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1500399867146992183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1500399867146992183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/plugged-in-charged-up.html' title='plugged in, charged up'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-883596043620509230</id><published>2009-05-19T10:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:11:13.539-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am very much my mother&apos;s child'/><title type='text'>yes i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/ShLYv8Vq0uI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SSruKsidHps/s1600-h/helenthomas_badass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337566826549924578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/ShLYv8Vq0uI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SSruKsidHps/s320/helenthomas_badass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am feeling very tough these days, outside and in. i feel untouchable, bulletproof, ninja-like. i am at the ready for any and all asses that need kicking, both literally and figuratively. i'm not sure where this feeling comes from or what mini-disaster will end it, but for now, in the words of alicia keys, "even when i'm a mess i still put on a vest with an 's' on my chest, oh yes, 'cause i'm a superwoman. yes i am."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-883596043620509230?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/883596043620509230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=883596043620509230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/883596043620509230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/883596043620509230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-i-am.html' title='yes i am'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/ShLYv8Vq0uI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SSruKsidHps/s72-c/helenthomas_badass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-942922703927161617</id><published>2009-05-15T08:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:53:36.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish me luck'/><title type='text'>perception is a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what i am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_dysmorphic_disorder"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sg188IZn_dI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eExBQVO3BWA/s1600-h/mmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336058505992863186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sg188IZn_dI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eExBQVO3BWA/s320/mmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what i see:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sg188AqZDnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PU1WBVEDfCQ/s1600-h/fat_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336058503915703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sg188AqZDnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PU1WBVEDfCQ/s320/fat_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do i have body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dysmorphic&lt;/span&gt; disorder? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no, of course i don't have anything that sad or serious. all i have is an extended teenage case of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not cute enough"s and the "why don't i look like that"s. ugh ugh ugh. i recently started working out again, drinking (a little) less, and eating healthier. so why do i feel bigger than when i didn't do anything? since when does a pretty intense slash in calories (on most days) and grueling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; equal feeling grosser than before? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;makey&lt;/span&gt; no sense. i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not expecting my old self to show up overnight, but for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cryin&lt;/span&gt;' out loud, the extra squish CANNOT get out of here fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i just needed to get that off my chest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be even cuter one of these days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still cute. will keep this mantra on repeat until at least 15 lbs are bye bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-942922703927161617?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/942922703927161617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=942922703927161617' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/942922703927161617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/942922703927161617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/perception-is-bitch.html' title='perception is a bitch'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sg188IZn_dI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eExBQVO3BWA/s72-c/mmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6259758561618694254</id><published>2009-05-13T07:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:49:59.088-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my little ponies for life bitches'/><title type='text'>saturday morning bliss</title><content type='html'>my wbw this week stars the cartoons of my childhood. fraggle rock (i cannot hear those words together without screaming DOWN AT FRAGGLE ROCK!!! in my head), garfield and friends, pee-wee's playhouse, jem (omg she's totally outrageous), and more. and when i think back, i'm pretty sure i'd still be entertained by all these shows today. especially pee-wee... a friend of mine and i tried to reinstate the "word of the day" a few years back. remember? the robot would print out the word of the day and every time someone said it, everyone would scream? it was SO much fun when i was kid, and pretty effing fun as an adult, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgrKzbbrg_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/lNDnu63DYa8/s1600-h/Fraggle%2520Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335299693459768306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgrKzbbrg_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/lNDnu63DYa8/s320/Fraggle%2520Rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;i feel like nothing as good as this stuff is on tv for kids these days. and i'm sure the comments section will feature at least one or two people telling me i'm wrong, and proving me wrong, and that's fine. i don't have a child to monitor so i don't have as much exposure as one might. but i'm just sayin', i still watch cartoons. and the new teenage dora the explorer and those bratz doll hookers can't be doing for today's little kiddies what i KNOW the teenage mutant ninja turtles did for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6259758561618694254?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6259758561618694254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6259758561618694254' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6259758561618694254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6259758561618694254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-morning-bliss.html' title='saturday morning bliss'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgrKzbbrg_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/lNDnu63DYa8/s72-c/Fraggle%2520Rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7404178668302981100</id><published>2009-05-12T12:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:44:02.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this post really affects none but the aforementioned'/><title type='text'>rush of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; used both of these pictures before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fine with that, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you are, too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tatum&lt;/span&gt; and heather, so different and so alike. these little ladybugs have known me for so long, so much longer than sometimes i remember. they know so much about the me that existed before i knew most of you. they know my strengths, tolerate my faults, and love me truly. and of course, i love them to the moon and back every day, but especially on days like today, when they are so truly themselves: so naturally beautiful, so unflinchingly tough, so effortlessly gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgnBTFCXvDI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ihhWMLnoZiI/s1600-h/n55007346_31116662_9806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335007767110859826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgnBTFCXvDI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ihhWMLnoZiI/s320/n55007346_31116662_9806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgnBS0j3xoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pbtMGbedkJ0/s1600-h/Christmas_2007_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335007762687968898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgnBS0j3xoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pbtMGbedkJ0/s320/Christmas_2007_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big ups, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homegirls&lt;/span&gt;. you are each my north star in human form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7404178668302981100?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7404178668302981100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7404178668302981100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7404178668302981100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7404178668302981100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/rush-of-love.html' title='rush of love'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgnBTFCXvDI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ihhWMLnoZiI/s72-c/n55007346_31116662_9806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2109236851504029748</id><published>2009-05-07T07:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:26:25.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brought to you by the letter &quot;no sleepsies&quot;'/><title type='text'>had to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgLglBlxeDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G6s76iOBxQ8/s1600-h/fail.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333071835446736946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgLglBlxeDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G6s76iOBxQ8/s320/fail.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i find this insanely hilarious, and laughed aloud for a good two plus minutes at my desk upon viewing. make of that what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allen&lt;/span&gt; is officially in the finale of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; idol. and since he's from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conway&lt;/span&gt;, there's apparently a TON of stuff going on in town the next few days, most of which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; miss because, while i live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conway&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only there about 30% of any given weekday. anyhow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; met the guy once and so i get to pretend in my head that i am a small part of his success. psychotic delusional disorder aside, that feels pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is incoherent, boring, and not even slightly amusing. my apologies if  you wasted your time reading it until the end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2109236851504029748?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2109236851504029748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2109236851504029748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2109236851504029748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2109236851504029748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-to-share.html' title='had to share'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgLglBlxeDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G6s76iOBxQ8/s72-c/fail.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5618148683585758527</id><published>2009-05-06T09:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:21:54.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p.s. did i mention that we for real have no hot water'/><title type='text'>weather-related frowns</title><content type='html'>i'm as over the rain now as i was on sunday. i always get super jazzed when there's rain in the forecast, but i feel like after a week of this with no end in sight that i'm stuck in some apocalyptic summer blockbuster a la &lt;em&gt;the day after tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;. will all this wetness make the summer greener? fingers crossed. i can deal with it if there's a pay-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, my wbw. i couldn't find a satisfactory picture of me or anyone else. (maybe the rain also makes me finicky?) so instead, i decided to take you way back in a different way: way back when THIS candy bar was the greatest invention of my young life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgGqO5QAsDI/AAAAAAAAAug/Rsk3mYM6jyM/s1600-h/whatchamacallit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332730606646243378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgGqO5QAsDI/AAAAAAAAAug/Rsk3mYM6jyM/s320/whatchamacallit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyone remember whatchamacallits? omg, i lived and died for them. perhaps the fact that i had one for a snack every day after school in the sixth grade has indirectly contributed to my serious issue with instant gratification...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all right, that's it. i'm out. workey work. then top model. then wine. then bed. xo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5618148683585758527?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5618148683585758527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5618148683585758527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5618148683585758527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5618148683585758527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/weather-related-frowns.html' title='weather-related frowns'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SgGqO5QAsDI/AAAAAAAAAug/Rsk3mYM6jyM/s72-c/whatchamacallit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-867534632499258943</id><published>2009-05-03T14:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:47:17.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that being said i am glad for an excuse to lay on the couch and watch movies all day'/><title type='text'>for real though</title><content type='html'>this rain can take a fucking hike. i'm over it. the novelty is no longer present. i am typically a pro-rain person, but this bout of it has caused the following small tragedies:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dangerous drive back from russellville yesterday going 15 mph below the speed limit west on I-40&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cancelled meiko concert at festival in town that i was really REALLY looking forward to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saturday night at home instead of out, which was good for my body but bad for my mood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sopping wet jeans bottoms all day every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;overuse of windshield wipers and a reminder that i need to replace them both&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crazy hair... i am less than cute as a frizzy head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;the good news is that i'm pretty sure there is no pollen in sight anywhere. plus, i don't wash my car so mother nature's got the malibu looking all shiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope everyone had a good weekend. if you're dry, i'm envious. (that's what she said.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-867534632499258943?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/867534632499258943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=867534632499258943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/867534632499258943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/867534632499258943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-real-though.html' title='for real though'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7955579169871958705</id><published>2009-04-29T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:58:14.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helloooooo may'/><title type='text'>bye bye april</title><content type='html'>way back wednesday again already? where is the time going? okay, so, i don't know who took this picture, but i kind of love it. it's from jenny's engagement party many moons ago, and i am wearing a DRESS and COWBOY BOOTS. who am i? look at my skinny little arms and my long hair... i don't even recognize that girl. :) how vain is it that my wbws are all of me? i'm telling you, i don't have the technological capabilities that some of you have. i've had a digital camera for like two years maybe and i don't know if i could use a scanner even if it came with detailed instructions. so, yeah. i guess you get to look at pictures of me... that other people took... from not that long ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SfhpKFcsvvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ItzzOZQbsKs/s1600-h/P6090169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330125780975140594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SfhpKFcsvvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ItzzOZQbsKs/s320/P6090169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;additionally, today is president obama's 100th day in office. time.com has all kinds of cool coverage on it, and i have forgone any work i should've done by now to peruse / obsess over it. go check it out, and enjoy every second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7955579169871958705?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7955579169871958705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7955579169871958705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7955579169871958705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7955579169871958705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye-bye-april.html' title='bye bye april'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SfhpKFcsvvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ItzzOZQbsKs/s72-c/P6090169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3128791116907028263</id><published>2009-04-27T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:53:46.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another saturday night that i probably should&apos;ve just stayed at home'/><title type='text'>dear skeezy dudes</title><content type='html'>yes, i saw you at the bar saturday night but, no, i was not affected by your attendance. yes, i felt you breathing on my neck but, no, i was not at all interested. yes, i understand that the place was packed but, no, i don't think that means you get to dance as close as you want. yes, i don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind but, no, i don't see that as more than a catchy song. yes, i plan on going home alone but, no, i don't want anyone to try and change my mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SfXTaLfBkcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZNpOCSHgjus/s1600-h/guidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398180775825858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SfXTaLfBkcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZNpOCSHgjus/s320/guidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; moral of the story: you are ewwy and disgusting. keep your hands to yourself, you nasty pieces of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3128791116907028263?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3128791116907028263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3128791116907028263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3128791116907028263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3128791116907028263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-skeezy-dudes.html' title='dear skeezy dudes'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SfXTaLfBkcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZNpOCSHgjus/s72-c/guidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8467523080406554562</id><published>2009-04-22T07:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:37:18.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if faced with two actual birds i will need 1000 stones'/><title type='text'>two birds, one stone</title><content type='html'>first, way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. this is from the first snow day i had as a resident of central &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arkansas&lt;/span&gt;, like five days after i moved here. tater and i went out to play. we were / are adorable. don't bother disagreeing, because i know that's a fact. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Se8cIZU4IcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/yHohtIPyZQE/s1600-h/n742845230_3716744_444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327507814765568450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Se8cIZU4IcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/yHohtIPyZQE/s320/n742845230_3716744_444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;earrrrrrth&lt;/span&gt; day is today! and while i do NOT throw beer bottles out of my car window, this is far and away my favorite card that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someecards&lt;/span&gt;.com came up with for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. HA! go check them all out, and thank me later. happy earth day!!! go recycle something... or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Se8cISjJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SYS_QmAbdIM/s1600-h/eday_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327507812946400546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Se8cISjJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SYS_QmAbdIM/s320/eday_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; p.s. why isn't earth day marked on my wall calendar at work? who made this piece of shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8467523080406554562?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8467523080406554562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8467523080406554562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8467523080406554562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8467523080406554562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-birds-one-stone.html' title='two birds, one stone'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Se8cIZU4IcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/yHohtIPyZQE/s72-c/n742845230_3716744_444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5917144743564145885</id><published>2009-04-21T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:00:41.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Plj8xVlelYU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Plj8xVlelYU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the song AND the feeling that is. xo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5917144743564145885?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5917144743564145885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5917144743564145885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5917144743564145885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5917144743564145885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/obsessed-with-it.html' title='obsessed with it'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2977179342570270285</id><published>2009-04-17T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:12:19.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging like a maniac'/><title type='text'>westside story</title><content type='html'>so it's been a couple weeks since i got back home from california, and i'm just now getting around to uploading my pictures. you want to be surprised, don't you? but you're not, are you? :) we went to hollywood and in between trying to get jimmy kimmel tickets (no luck) and dodging crazy people (yikes yikes yikes), i managed to get a picture of one star, and one star only. the good is news, ms. dolly parton's star is worth five other less fabulous celebrities' stars. all hail dolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLH4zGN7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/BJuC2RP384c/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729895731836850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLH4zGN7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/BJuC2RP384c/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went to this rad observatory from which the view of los angeles looked positively perfect. even the smog looked kind of pretty. that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. the whole place was awesome, and there were lots of interactive displays and fun stuff to play with. this is what we look like in infrared. although between me putting the camera in front of his face, the glare from the flash, and the mysterious dark spot on my cheek (was i wearing a lot of blush that day?), the picture isn't nearly as cool as i'd anticipated. oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLHpBQDTI/AAAAAAAAAto/kgV_gMKpeEM/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729891496234290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLHpBQDTI/AAAAAAAAAto/kgV_gMKpeEM/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; megan asked me to take a picture of the hollywood sign, and i tried several times to get a good one, but i'm a lousy photographer and my camera is not built for miles-long zooming. but i mean, you can still see it, right? so, megan? your hollywood sign pic? i'd say that's a check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLHRi5C2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/2Ct0STL8FzY/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729885194881890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLHRi5C2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/2Ct0STL8FzY/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fun fun fun on the west coast! have a good weekend. love love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2977179342570270285?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2977179342570270285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2977179342570270285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2977179342570270285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2977179342570270285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/westside-story.html' title='westside story'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SejLH4zGN7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/BJuC2RP384c/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3285702743729212290</id><published>2009-04-16T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:27:09.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i win i win i win'/><title type='text'>maximum boosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FOUND A NEW APARTMENT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it's exactly the one i wanted. :) rent is cheap-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, location is good, washer and dryer in-house. hooray hooray! i move in on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; 1st at the latest, and i am excited excited excited! i am now, per my mama's request, making a needs / wants list for mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nueva&lt;/span&gt; so that she and my sweet daddy can send anything they have laying around that i might need. i don't know if any of you has met my mom, but if you have, then you will be unsurprised to hear that she has a brand new, unused set of plates, silverware, and glasses for me that has probably been boxed up in her house for years. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this news is so good, that i can't be bothered by much else, even though the much else of which i speak would normally have me in the fetal position. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ejemple&lt;/span&gt;? i can't breathe and the sinus pressure in my head is at a breaking point. no problem, 'cause i got a new apartment. one of my top three went home on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;antm&lt;/span&gt; last night, pretty much screwing my chances of winning the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;antm&lt;/span&gt; fantasy league this cycle. no problem, 'cause i got a new apartment. my boss is officially on a tirade, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the only one around for him to take his fire-breathing rage out on. no problem, 'cause i got a new apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't explain in words how relieved i am to have this checked off "the list." this was the big one, and now it's done. all that's left to do between now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; 1st is save my pennies like a good little girl and start deciding what kind of wine rack i want (yes, mom, that is definitely on the "wants" list). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND, by the way, i thought my tags expired in march and that i was driving around illegally. well, i discovered the other night that they actually don't expire until may, giving me another six weeks to take care of it AND change my insurance before i have to deal with the tags. did i already say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boosh&lt;/span&gt;? 'cause, um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BOOSH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3285702743729212290?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3285702743729212290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3285702743729212290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3285702743729212290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3285702743729212290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/maximum-boosh.html' title='maximum boosh'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8568982269901242864</id><published>2009-04-15T11:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:58:57.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way back indeed'/><title type='text'>all right fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SeYcQkXH0wI/AAAAAAAAAtY/H8uLckthioc/s1600-h/bn02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324974680376333058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SeYcQkXH0wI/AAAAAAAAAtY/H8uLckthioc/s320/bn02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;way back wednesday. i will play, but i don't know how often, cause we all don't really know the same people from way back, right? no sense in posting pics of me and strangers. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ol' hussies are my pledge sisters from the sorority i was in. well, the sorority i joined, saw the inner-workings of, and bolted from as quickly as possible. but pledging was awesome, and these girls are INCREDIBLE. clockwise from me: katy, kristen, angie, and chundra. there were only five of us, which was unusual, but it made for more fun. i'm still relatively close with all four of these gorgeous ladies, and i have that devil cult of girls to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go. me as a baby, trying to rock crimped hair, hanging out with girls i had no idea would be as big a part of my college years as they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8568982269901242864?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8568982269901242864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8568982269901242864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8568982269901242864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8568982269901242864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-right-fine.html' title='all right fine'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SeYcQkXH0wI/AAAAAAAAAtY/H8uLckthioc/s72-c/bn02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1978816478479978671</id><published>2009-04-14T07:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:17:51.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t answer cause i don&apos;t care.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does it sound like i&apos;m bitching? on second thought'/><title type='text'>slow but sure progress</title><content type='html'>looking for places is exhausting. how many times can i say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; interested in renting an apartment, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like some details on a one-bedroom, if you have that available" on the phone before i gouge an eye out? luckily, people have been super helpful and only semi-bitchy when i ask about a washer and dryer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting closer to finding a good fit. i think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my taxes. it cost me $60 because i refused to do them myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wellllll&lt;/span&gt; not so much refused as meant-to-do-it-and-then-looked-at-the-calendar-and-saw-that-it-was-already-the-13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-and-conceded-defeat. my refund is semi-dismal. that's what you get when you spend four out of last year's twelve months unemployed and eating government cheese. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also considering a second job? this is sort of a loose end on my seemingly never-ending list of shit to take care of, but still... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things (that mean so much) to do still: renew tags on car (today), visit bank about error (tomorrow?), pick up my shot records to complete application for school (um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;, i hope?). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you're right. i inserted a smiley face at the end of each paragraph. i feel like if i make the effort, perhaps an actual smile will cross my face the next time i think about any of these annoying little chores that force me to face the fact that i might be an adult. fuck. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. have been having numerous conversations lately about aforementioned tasks and have been readily (and repeatedly) informed by the bf (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying it out... shut up) that i can take care of most of these things online. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;... that's cute. he thinks i use a computer for more than personal business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1978816478479978671?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1978816478479978671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1978816478479978671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1978816478479978671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1978816478479978671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/slow-but-sure-progress.html' title='slow but sure progress'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-891746981240644003</id><published>2009-04-10T11:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:52:25.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take a deep breath and jump'/><title type='text'>all systems go</title><content type='html'>sweet sweet sister has been giving me some shit about not updating, so here's your update, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;butterbean&lt;/span&gt;. usually when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quiet on the blog, it's because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got more going on than i know what to do with rather than because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got nothing going on at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure scrolling back through the months will prove that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; more prone to blog when i am bored and boring. :) even though nothing has &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; changed yet, i feel like e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g around me is in total upheaval. and the good news is that it's all totally positive, and the s.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;, after some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; wanting of my mommy, is setting sail for bigger and better on all fronts. as previously mentioned, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; moving out of the house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lived in for the last two plus years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; miss my roommates and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; miss the chaos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; even miss those little devil kitty cats, but i am Excited with a capital "E" to have something different, something new, something mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to look at a place this weekend that sounds pretty rad, and when i get all settled in, whether it's there or somewhere else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' housewarming. and the booze is on me. :) my personal life is g-double-o-d good. great, in fact. family and friends are all happy and healthy. I'M happy and healthy. my relationships with others are stronger and saner than they feel like they've ever been, and i am truly glad to be moving ever forward in closeness with my parents, sisters, friends, and maybe, just maybe, a boy. (i know, right? a freaking boy? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a loser. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;winkety&lt;/span&gt; wink.) i am trying to get my ass back into college. i touched on this plan in my new year's resolution post, and i asked people not to comment on it because it's "a personal decision." dude, that's bullshit. the reason i didn't (and maybe still don't) want any comments is because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; embarrassed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; embarrassed to be 25 (and a half) years old and have nothing to show for my professional semi-adulthood but a string of office jobs that do nothing but bore and age me. nothing against office jobs, of course. but the office jobs &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had have been particularly heinous and not nearly worthy of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. (i don't even care if that makes me sound like a little shit. i feel like it's the god's honest truth.) i took a break from school after my sophomore year, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; convinced even now that that was a necessary course of action for me. i totally took for granted the opportunities generously laid in my lap, and i fully support the decision to take a step back and grow up a little before completely destroying myself with parties and alcohol and frat boys. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; let this hiatus last for six years. SIX YEARS. unacceptable. and yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; met great people and been great places and learned great lessons that i wouldn't have if i had stayed on track, but the time for wasting away my twenties is over. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;damnedest&lt;/span&gt; to remedy some of the maybe-poor decisions i have made. it's going to be a bit more complicated for me than it might be for someone else to get back in the game because of certain (hopefully fixable) mitigating circumstances, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going for it anyway. so, comment away, if you like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; putting no restrictions on this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, like i said, upheaval. i am making slow but sure progress to sloughing away what hasn't worked and diving into what will. keep your fingers crossed, friends 'o mine; it's feeling like a nine on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;richter&lt;/span&gt; scale, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not yet standing in the doorway for protection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-891746981240644003?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/891746981240644003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=891746981240644003' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/891746981240644003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/891746981240644003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-systems-go.html' title='all systems go'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3621966938039886071</id><published>2009-03-31T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:11:21.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to go twitter some moooore'/><title type='text'>here i am...</title><content type='html'>...and there i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craziness in central arkansas. CRAZINESS. allow me to elaborate. (you know i couldn't be succinct even if my life depended on it. he he he.) i am currently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;remembering that short work weeks are always actually the longest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leaving for the golden state in approximately 50ish hours with nothing yet packed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking for new place to live as mine is no longer available, but...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...totally fine with it, and maybe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...sort of kind of excited to have some new hotness!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wondering if my girl celia will get the boot on antm after that outburst last week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over-caffeinating and, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more than likely regretting that soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guessing that, if my list-making skills are any indication, i am maybe better at twittering than blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i guess that's about it. maybe it's less crazy around here than i thought. the excess coffee gives me a sense of urgency. :) seacrest OUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3621966938039886071?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3621966938039886071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3621966938039886071' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3621966938039886071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3621966938039886071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-am.html' title='here i am...'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-424061190630740982</id><published>2009-03-27T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:42:27.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking applications for fun now'/><title type='text'>oh good gravy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sc0rHnMVZjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d5p7nVpRj-U/s1600-h/0749858990.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317954144774219314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sc0rHnMVZjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d5p7nVpRj-U/s320/0749858990.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i can be such a baby about shit sometimes. i need to remember more often that i am not 12.5 years old, i am a whopping 25.5. grow up. for real. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend's forecast be damned, i will have a good time. and it will start at 5pm sharp. pedicure, consignment shop, maybe a movie, spa night, and as always, plenty of vino. give me a call if you want to play. i'm a playing kind of mood, and i plan to stay that way, no matter what my inner teenager has to say about it. kiss kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-424061190630740982?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/424061190630740982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=424061190630740982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/424061190630740982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/424061190630740982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-good-gravy.html' title='oh good gravy'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sc0rHnMVZjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d5p7nVpRj-U/s72-c/0749858990.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7705289818926286559</id><published>2009-03-25T13:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:18:37.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hoo on this silly funk'/><title type='text'>bullshit inspired by bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like someone shit in my cheerios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so we're chit-chatting, right? we do that every day. sometimes multiple times a day. and whether the conversation is two minutes or two hours, i soak up every second. i laugh, i pout, i entertain, i swoon. last night's chit chat was no different. and then something is said that stops me right in my tracks. it wasn't a big deal, and i am surely the only one still thinking about it. but it's not so much what was said, as what was implied. that's not true. it's not so much what was said, as what i inferred, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there were no implications attached (there never really are). but it's got me thinking, thinking too much probably. one little statement invokes a million questions, none of which i can answer, none of which i can even think about much longer without going crazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; beat it to death in my head by now, for sure, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try and give it a rest. the questions can wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7705289818926286559?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7705289818926286559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7705289818926286559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7705289818926286559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7705289818926286559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/bullshit-inspired-by-bullshit.html' title='bullshit inspired by bullshit'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8717052416280258064</id><published>2009-03-23T08:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:30:04.090-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart is two sizes bigger after days like those'/><title type='text'>scratchin' and survivin'</title><content type='html'>good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tiiiiiiiimes&lt;/span&gt;! (remember that show? anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DAAAANG&lt;/span&gt; this weekend was so good. SO good. beers after work, margaritas and yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; food, pictures galore and friends i adore (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inadvertent&lt;/span&gt; rhymes), old school rap and mind-numbing country songs, ping pong in the garage and not enough sleep, new ass-kicking skills courtesy of a real-life black belt, hamburgers and sunshine, blue moon and ladder ball, long drives out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bo-jacks&lt;/span&gt; and infinitely more beers, couch time and chick flicks, lazy half-naps and laundry on the line. and, as always, funny text messages and sweet, long phone calls interspersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good to see you guys, and that may be the understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring is officially here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure this means that more of the same is on its way. i am, in a word, ecstatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8717052416280258064?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8717052416280258064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8717052416280258064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8717052416280258064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8717052416280258064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/scratchin-and-survivin.html' title='scratchin&apos; and survivin&apos;'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3309815196770977977</id><published>2009-03-19T10:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:41:25.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m not sure whether or not i&apos;m complaining'/><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>i've been happily as busy as a bee lately, and all the activity is affecting my attention span in a pretty serious way. (alliteration alert!) i am having some trouble concentrating on anything for longer than about twenty minutes. i run around in my head all day like a sugared-up toddler. it seems that my only break is sleep, which i'm having a hard time getting these days. soundtrack for march: basement jaxx's "where's your head at?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3309815196770977977?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3309815196770977977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3309815196770977977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3309815196770977977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3309815196770977977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5409860890768205115</id><published>2009-03-17T07:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:55:14.303-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.someecards.com'/><title type='text'>erin go braugh(less)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sb-rNZMtf-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Z5pLp451rrw/s1600-h/patty_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314154331911323618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sb-rNZMtf-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Z5pLp451rrw/s400/patty_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; st. patrick's day, i love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my boss told me i don't look irish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who really looks irish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not like we just climbed off the boat from the motherland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm celebrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will enjoy green beers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a complete lack of respect for my liver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5409860890768205115?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5409860890768205115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5409860890768205115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5409860890768205115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5409860890768205115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/erin-go-braughless.html' title='erin go braugh(less)'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sb-rNZMtf-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Z5pLp451rrw/s72-c/patty_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5507040275706993263</id><published>2009-03-13T09:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:35:59.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it is infinitely more fun to say in dutch'/><title type='text'>zusters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sbp6y6uuSMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WN6rkb7Mb5U/s1600-h/n742845230_5744093_9681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312693725614196930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sbp6y6uuSMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WN6rkb7Mb5U/s320/n742845230_5744093_9681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, no one entertains me like mia sorella, megan elizabeth. she called last night to remind me that george clooney was guest starring on ER. and even though neither of us have watched that show in years, we agreed to watch and discuss for the clooney factor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she says "i love you" 100 times before she says "goodbye."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she leaves me funny voicemails because she knows i don't check them but once every week or so, and when i finally do get around to listening to the twenty or so that i have, at least half of them are meg, and they are 100% hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's a good thing we've got that "cell to cell" business for free, otherwise we'd go broke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think we can all agree she is the greatest. and today seemed like a good day to publish her fabulousness, even if i can only post a percentage of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5507040275706993263?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5507040275706993263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5507040275706993263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5507040275706993263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5507040275706993263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/zusters.html' title='zusters'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sbp6y6uuSMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WN6rkb7Mb5U/s72-c/n742845230_5744093_9681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3888676440417859280</id><published>2009-03-10T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:00:49.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m in a &quot;sound of music&quot; kind of mood'/><title type='text'>articulos favoritos</title><content type='html'>these are a few of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;unpredictable weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a good friend's newborn darling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blow-dried hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy hour(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a recent twitter obsession&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;america's&lt;/span&gt; next top model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terms of endearment (baby is my favorite)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;merlot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peoplewhodeserveit.com/"&gt;www.peoplewhodeserveit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rush hour radio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open windows / ceiling fan combo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mushy phone calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;upcoming travel adventures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super-fast workdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ripe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and you,  of course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3888676440417859280?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3888676440417859280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3888676440417859280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3888676440417859280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3888676440417859280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/articulos-favoritos.html' title='articulos favoritos'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8247201894386296094</id><published>2009-03-09T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:04:16.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;quirk&quot; has a positive connotation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right?'/><title type='text'>i guess i'd call it a quirk</title><content type='html'>when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; made up my mind that i do not really like someone, i let every. single. tiny. little thing that they do be the most aggravating thing in the world to me, even though he or she is often engaging in behavior that wouldn't faze me coming from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ejemplo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone at my office called me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;" today. someone that, as is indicated by paragraph one, i have decided that i do not particularly care for. all kinds of people call me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; bell. i dig it. but when the person in question used that name to get my attention, i felt my whole face redden in irritation and immediately hoped that (s)he would stub a toe sometime in the next 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i such a bundle of crazy sometimes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8247201894386296094?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8247201894386296094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8247201894386296094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8247201894386296094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8247201894386296094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-id-call-it-quirk.html' title='i guess i&apos;d call it a quirk'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-936618677034851706</id><published>2009-03-05T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:01:34.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love loooooovin to you from me'/><title type='text'>mushy mushy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZhBKQ1wI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mZBbsXlmcY8/s1600-h/n1331417694_28488_5306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309842384451852034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZhBKQ1wI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mZBbsXlmcY8/s200/n1331417694_28488_5306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZgx8Wb3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/DYJ4PGjOcwc/s1600-h/n742845230_1590856_9942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309842380366966642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZgx8Wb3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/DYJ4PGjOcwc/s200/n742845230_1590856_9942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZgtObHVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/60Si7UOikoE/s1600-h/n1331417694_28497_8079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309842379100593490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZgtObHVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/60Si7UOikoE/s200/n1331417694_28497_8079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309842370891153346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZgOpI_8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/xBf7D-uDbjE/s200/n1331417694_28411_3578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing you guys. everyone's a grown-up and i am still melissa. call me soon. :) xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-936618677034851706?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/936618677034851706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=936618677034851706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/936618677034851706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/936618677034851706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/mushy-mushy.html' title='mushy mushy'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SbBZhBKQ1wI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mZBbsXlmcY8/s72-c/n1331417694_28488_5306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7843596994754010571</id><published>2009-03-04T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:39:51.309-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing else to say so top model wins'/><title type='text'>ready for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SB1YNvsI/AAAAAAAAArw/P6LYzDU5FLU/s1600-h/food_feature11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309341570922561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SB1YNvsI/AAAAAAAAArw/P6LYzDU5FLU/s320/food_feature11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SB1vyrKI/AAAAAAAAAro/02KeBoenCi8/s1600-h/2220971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309341571021450402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SB1vyrKI/AAAAAAAAAro/02KeBoenCi8/s320/2220971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SBtf5Z6I/AAAAAAAAArg/zvXVJHsQeUY/s1600-h/04_topmodel_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309341568807298978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SBtf5Z6I/AAAAAAAAArg/zvXVJHsQeUY/s320/04_topmodel_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all of the above is mere hours away. laugh all you want. baby's ready. that is all. (except to say that i will definitely not be making all future posts about antm.) (probably.) (sorry if you're bored.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7843596994754010571?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7843596994754010571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7843596994754010571' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7843596994754010571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7843596994754010571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/ready-for-love.html' title='ready for love'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa6SB1YNvsI/AAAAAAAAArw/P6LYzDU5FLU/s72-c/food_feature11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6744030451543458633</id><published>2009-03-03T08:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:55:55.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when the weather warms up i&apos;ll be watching less junk tv'/><title type='text'>life in high def</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa1AoDC7WMI/AAAAAAAAArY/IWsReRuhN_I/s1600-h/jason-mesnick-the-new-bachelor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308970592496212162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa1AoDC7WMI/AAAAAAAAArY/IWsReRuhN_I/s320/jason-mesnick-the-new-bachelor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;i am a doucherocket&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa1An6tWzGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-x-P3nOOxZQ/s1600-h/TyraBanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308970590258252898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa1An6tWzGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-x-P3nOOxZQ/s320/TyraBanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;i am the answer to every question&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad the bachelor is over. i wasn't exactly embarrassed to admit i watched it, but i wasn't writing home to my mama about it, you know? that guy is a dick. and now the whole nation knows it. good work, abc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyra's back tomorrow. t minus thirty-four hours until the top model premiere. i cannot convey in plain text what this does for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no news is good news. and i obviously have no news. holla. xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. when i'm making my posts now, the pictures don't show up, the htmls do. so i can't center words underneath pictures (clearly). i think this is taking away from things. help appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6744030451543458633?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6744030451543458633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6744030451543458633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6744030451543458633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6744030451543458633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-in-high-def.html' title='life in high def'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/Sa1AoDC7WMI/AAAAAAAAArY/IWsReRuhN_I/s72-c/jason-mesnick-the-new-bachelor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2561793825885350515</id><published>2009-02-27T08:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:17:31.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday word vom'/><title type='text'>east I-40, 7:42am</title><content type='html'>so i left my house a little late this morning. not a big deal. it's friday. but since i haven't been tanning in a while, my face is starkly white without the make-up i didn't have time to put on a la casa. so i'm driving and applying blush at the same time, so as to appear less like casper and more like me. not a big deal. it's not like it was a seriously distracting application, like eyeliner. i look over to my right, and what do i see in the next lane? this guy in a pick-up with like three teeth in his whole head laughing at me. laughing at me. hmph. i like to think i wouldn't have laughed at him had i caught him putting in his dentures. i'm just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's the 27th of february. and february only has 28 days. you do the math. it's almost over, huh? although i have to say, boys and girls, this hasn't been a bad month for me. there's been a little shit, but there always is, you know? can't really blame ol' feb for that. i guess my bottom line on the subject is... BOOSH. boosh boosh boosh! one day and a wake-up until the month where sarah's baby arrives (i'm guessing...), st. patrick's day, spring break (although i don't get one), warmer weather, and who knows? maybe a road trip or two. bring it on. see you on sunday, march.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2561793825885350515?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2561793825885350515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2561793825885350515' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2561793825885350515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2561793825885350515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/east-i-40-742am.html' title='east I-40, 7:42am'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5446357314165540025</id><published>2009-02-25T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:20:36.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m telling you all of this so you can call me on it if i cheat'/><title type='text'>forty (long) days and nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SaVSmQDtFuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4PxqDlrZY5w/s1600-h/beer-styles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SaVSmQDtFuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4PxqDlrZY5w/s320/beer-styles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306738553025009378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i'm taking the plunge and i'm giving up beer for lent. i know, i know, you don't think i'll be able to do it. well, i'm here to tell ya, i WILL. there is still red wine, there is always vodka. i think this is going to be a fun little experiment. this comes, of course, with a couple of stipulations. for example, i will NOT be ordering mixed drinks at a couple of specific bars that make them real shitty-like. also, i have a vacation planned before easter and i will probably have a couple beers then. hey, it doesn't count if you're on vacation, right? so, buckle up, friends. let's watch my waistline whittle together, shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. additionally i'm giving up soda, which is no big deal cause i don't drink that much of it anyway. but i've been drinking A LOT of coke lately and i need to knock it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. today starts the officially countdown: one week until antm!!! are we still having a watch party? where? do you want to get dinner first? i'll bring the wine... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5446357314165540025?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5446357314165540025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5446357314165540025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5446357314165540025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5446357314165540025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-long-days-and-nights.html' title='forty (long) days and nights'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SaVSmQDtFuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4PxqDlrZY5w/s72-c/beer-styles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5694564299890026985</id><published>2009-02-23T13:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:27:49.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumbly brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much caffeine perhaps'/><title type='text'>like a cracked-out oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SaL2U3krUqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oi528CPCCdU/s1600-h/thanks-hon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SaL2U3krUqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oi528CPCCdU/s320/thanks-hon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306074149371466402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blow it up to get the full effect.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(that's what she said.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been going through the archives of toothpaste for dinner, natalie dee, married to the sea, and superpoop for about an hour now. please don't tell on me. while we're on the subject of keeping secrets, it would be GREAT if the following could be kept between us:&lt;br /&gt;*i had TWO cokes at lunch today. real ones. oops.&lt;br /&gt;*my hair is dirty enough that it might stay in this ponytail without the elastic.&lt;br /&gt;*when i remembered that the bachelor is on tonight, i yelped out loud.&lt;br /&gt;*the guy is away for a week with little to no contact and i might be kind of a little bit sort of frowny-faced about it.&lt;br /&gt;*i pretended to be on the phone when someone i don't particularly like walked into my office today so that someone else would have to deal with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been another episode of SHHH! please join us next week when our topic will be "blogging at work instead of filing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5694564299890026985?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5694564299890026985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5694564299890026985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5694564299890026985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5694564299890026985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/boredom.html' title='like a cracked-out oprah'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SaL2U3krUqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oi528CPCCdU/s72-c/thanks-hon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8952517431955589775</id><published>2009-02-20T12:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:29:45.910-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood pressure down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose-tinted glasses on'/><title type='text'>reader be warned</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i am in a BAD FUCKING MOOD. i like to think of myself as a pretty optimistic girl, and i like to think that my smile to frown ratio is better than most. HOWEVER, there are days, like today, when i am frustrated and, let's not mince words here, just FUCKING PISSED OFF. without naming names or getting too specific, i am listing some of what is chapping my ass right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; when you say you are going to call me, then please call me. i am worried and aggravated when you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; i don't ask for many favors. when i do, it's because something is important to me and i can't make it happen by myself. please don't make me beg. i don't make you beg, do i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; it hurts my feelings and makes me terribly insecure when you act like i am overreacting. i am a chronic overreactor, and i know what it feels like. in this case, person i'm talking to? i am NOT overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; do not call me "honey," "babe," "sweetie," or anything like it unless you are a close friend, a boyfriend, or a relative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; please do not feel the need to comment on this blog if you are put off by its negativity. everyone gets pissed off once in a while. and you know what? i'd rather blow off steam here than anywhere else. i made this m*therf*cker. i'll use it how i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am owning this shit mood, and i will get over it, guaranteed. i always do. it was either post about it, or scream for two solid minutes. i don't want anyone to call 911, so i'm utilizing my alternative.&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN, i will make a note here that says that if you're reading this, i'm probably not talking about you. i am certainly sometimes passive aggressive, but not cruelly so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8952517431955589775?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8952517431955589775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8952517431955589775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8952517431955589775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8952517431955589775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/reader-be-warned.html' title='reader be warned'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6812689707334100596</id><published>2009-02-19T09:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:13:52.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brittney&apos;s bday bash is saturday night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know you haven&apos;t seen her in a while'/><title type='text'>crap crap crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZ1242-EZQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9sRlqbr6TqI/s1600-h/L-train-no-trains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZ1242-EZQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9sRlqbr6TqI/s320/L-train-no-trains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304526655312913666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, despite my best efforts, i will be in town this weekend. do you wanna come over? or do you wanna go out? 'cause we're doing something. and you'd better be there. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6812689707334100596?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6812689707334100596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6812689707334100596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6812689707334100596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6812689707334100596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap-crap-crap.html' title='crap crap crap'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZ1242-EZQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9sRlqbr6TqI/s72-c/L-train-no-trains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7232468104859046796</id><published>2009-02-17T09:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:24:06.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clearly i&apos;ve chosen &quot;late&quot;'/><title type='text'>late or never?</title><content type='html'>hey, remember when i said i was going to california? i did! see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVTAuFyYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZvpnJaM3OWM/s1600-h/n742845230_5744060_7872.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/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVTAuFyYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZvpnJaM3OWM/s320/n742845230_5744060_7872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303786033769728386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my favorite one... taken from the ferris wheel on the santa monica pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVTKPbLzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_UQtyfK4VaI/s1600-h/n742845230_5744056_6621.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/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVTKPbLzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_UQtyfK4VaI/s320/n742845230_5744056_6621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303786036325461810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i could not BELIEVE that these people were actually in the water. i realize that it's california, but it was still january, for cryin out loud. no way was that ocean more than 50 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVSqdA6aI/AAAAAAAAAqI/paWpy95lRKY/s1600-h/n742845230_5744054_5968.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/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVSqdA6aI/AAAAAAAAAqI/paWpy95lRKY/s320/n742845230_5744054_5968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303786027792525730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm trying to go to new orleans this weekend. i have exhausted most of the options i can think of in the way of planes, trains, and automobiles in order to get there. does anyone have a hovercraft i can borrow? i understand that i'm asking at the last minute, but i'll fill up the tank before i bring it back. i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7232468104859046796?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7232468104859046796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7232468104859046796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7232468104859046796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7232468104859046796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-or-never.html' title='late or never?'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZrVTAuFyYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZvpnJaM3OWM/s72-c/n742845230_5744060_7872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-4104295527453736066</id><published>2009-02-16T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:07:44.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love shit like this'/><title type='text'>new internet obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZmcuBMDt1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/VjweE7pHHH4/s1600-h/01241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZmcuBMDt1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/VjweE7pHHH4/s320/01241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303442350612395858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;www.annetaintor.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-4104295527453736066?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/4104295527453736066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=4104295527453736066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4104295527453736066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4104295527453736066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-internet-obsession.html' title='new internet obsession'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZmcuBMDt1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/VjweE7pHHH4/s72-c/01241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3033767092881665340</id><published>2009-02-13T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:04:11.480-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='also happy friday the 13th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yipes'/><title type='text'>maybe you hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZWLk44HFAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/B3oq73_D53w/s1600-h/th_hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZWLk44HFAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/B3oq73_D53w/s320/th_hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302297602157908994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and that's just fine by me. but i want to say happy valentine's day anyway. if you're reading this, i more than likely love you all the way to the moon and back, and don't know who i'd be without you. love love. have a good weekend. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3033767092881665340?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3033767092881665340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3033767092881665340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3033767092881665340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3033767092881665340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-you-hate-it.html' title='maybe you hate it'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZWLk44HFAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/B3oq73_D53w/s72-c/th_hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-4468865342229231151</id><published>2009-02-12T14:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:59:46.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo friends o mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t feel bad for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m just using this space to spew'/><title type='text'>this is not a sad post</title><content type='html'>just a curious one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know when you get angry or frustrated or confused and you need to talk about it? i get that way sometimes, and i know you do too. and it always feels SO much better when you've spewed whatever it is out, even if you've solved nothing, right? i like to be the person my friends feel like they can come to in those situations. and even though i may not give the best advice, i like to think i've got sympathetic ears, and shoulders built for leaning on. keep it coming. and don't apologize when you do. this is what friends are supposed to do for each other, and i'll be there for you (clapclapclapclap... "friends" theme song? anyone? no?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lately, i've had some things on my mind. and i wonder: now that my friends are really for real grown up with grown up problems, what do mine really matter? i mean, i feel better after a good spew just like anyone else. but after being on the receiving end of some spew-age, my shit seems kind of stupid. i'd feel almost guilty telling anyone what's bothering me after i've heard their woes. it'd be comparable to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;: i stubbed my toe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;: ugh that sucks. i got hit by a bus and no longer have the use of my arms or legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;: yikes. my toe kind of hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i'm saying? it'd be selfish to unload my ridiculous worries on someone who's going through much more than me. i have no bottom line, and expect no sympathy. i'm just using the ol' blog to speak my piece, as i quite often do. this concludes my pity party. thanks for tuning in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***editor's note: this is not in reference to ANYONE or ANY SITUATION in particular. i've been thinking about this for a while, so if we've recently talked about your troubles, worry not that i am complaining about you. i'm not complaining about anyone. for realsies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-4468865342229231151?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/4468865342229231151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=4468865342229231151' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4468865342229231151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4468865342229231151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-not-sad-post.html' title='this is not a sad post'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5150049883289733791</id><published>2009-02-11T08:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:53:57.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no i don&apos;t think that makes me pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entire post about antm'/><title type='text'>good one, jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZLkZ2Lo4ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/hWA7xm1j0Mw/s1600-h/01tyra_4-650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZLkZ2Lo4ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/hWA7xm1j0Mw/s320/01tyra_4-650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301550844060688786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there have been conflicting reports as to the return date of my very favorite show, america's next top model. i had it on "good" authority that cycle 12 would begin on february 25th. i have since seen a promo on the all-knowing cw, and they are broadcasting a start date of MARCH THE FOURTH. i want to thank the following sources for the confusion: google, the cw, wikipedia, and last but CERTAINLY not least, tyra freakin' banks, who is basically the root of all evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5150049883289733791?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5150049883289733791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5150049883289733791' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5150049883289733791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5150049883289733791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-one-jerk.html' title='good one, jerk'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZLkZ2Lo4ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/hWA7xm1j0Mw/s72-c/01tyra_4-650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8340950079724709649</id><published>2009-02-10T09:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:20:48.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raindrops please take a hike'/><title type='text'>tuesday in stereo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZGbsbSupUI/AAAAAAAAApo/KGbUDikHC1A/s1600-h/n1103193340_2038225_9060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZGbsbSupUI/AAAAAAAAApo/KGbUDikHC1A/s320/n1103193340_2038225_9060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301189423934645570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today is tatum's biiiiirthday! she is 25, like me. she's also cute, like me. we may as well be twins. feliz cumpleanos, ladybug. that's really all this post is about. but for those of you aren't fortunate enough to know tatum, i will include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZGbsYFFWcI/AAAAAAAAApg/WIXoVMRrhrE/s1600-h/n647524345_1110143_7584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZGbsYFFWcI/AAAAAAAAApg/WIXoVMRrhrE/s320/n647524345_1110143_7584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301189423072106946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i laughed until i almost puked when i saw this. please tell me you find it as funny as i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8340950079724709649?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8340950079724709649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8340950079724709649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8340950079724709649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8340950079724709649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-in-stereo.html' title='tuesday in stereo'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SZGbsbSupUI/AAAAAAAAApo/KGbUDikHC1A/s72-c/n1103193340_2038225_9060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7014680346909887758</id><published>2009-02-08T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:58:47.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe i&apos;m just getting old'/><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>how is it that sunday nights are always filled with anxiety and dread for monday, when sunday mornings are sooooo fantastic? when do i crossover from relaxed to tense? after dinner? i'll have to investigate... i used to think saturday night was my favorite part of the week, but it is fast becoming sunday morning. there's a fine line between them, you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7014680346909887758?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7014680346909887758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7014680346909887758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7014680346909887758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7014680346909887758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-4199206036699973850</id><published>2009-02-06T14:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:49:16.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s friiiiday'/><title type='text'>i am such a bitch</title><content type='html'>so this lady walks in today. she shows up at 2pm for a 1:30 appointment, and gives no reason for her lateness, and no apologies either. she doesn't look at me one time while she's speaking to me. she says, "i need to see (insert boss' name), but i need the restroom first." i politely (i think) say (while looking at her waiting for her to look at me), "the ladies' room is the third door on the left, and you'll pass boss' office on the way." she doesn't say thank you, but she does dig through the candy dish on my desk and grab FIVE pieces of chocolate. upon leaving the building, she says nothing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm a bitch? this woman is probably very nice, supportive of her friends, fun to be around, and all-around just fine as a person. but this little glimpse of her will make me feel like she's a total asshole every time i see her (if i ever have to again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. my name is melissa, and i will judge you at my leisure. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-4199206036699973850?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/4199206036699973850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=4199206036699973850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4199206036699973850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/4199206036699973850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-such-bitch.html' title='i am such a bitch'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-8928260302808470115</id><published>2009-02-04T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:28:57.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february will not suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not on my watch'/><title type='text'>attention co-workers:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SYndVDsXqJI/AAAAAAAAApY/FjgtrhwYPis/s1600-h/Bear%2520screaming%2520at%2520the%2520camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SYndVDsXqJI/AAAAAAAAApY/FjgtrhwYPis/s320/Bear%2520screaming%2520at%2520the%2520camera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299009790416496786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one's for you. stop making me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i like the resolve i've seen on some of your blogs to make february good this year. there is much to look forward to: sarah's having a BABY!, i have a lunch date with seldom-seen friends this weekend, might make saturday a movie night, i inexplicably love valentine's day, mardi gras mini-vacation is in like two weeks, antm comes back on the 25th (!!!), and then POOF. it will be march. hold on tight. four down and twenty-four to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-8928260302808470115?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/8928260302808470115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=8928260302808470115' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8928260302808470115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/8928260302808470115'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoo'/><title type='text'>dear february funk,</title><content type='html'>you found me a couple of days early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH i'm in a funk. and i have no idea why. i haaate it when this happens. i'm not angry, i'm not upset, i have no reason to be either. but i am in a funk. i don't know if it's lunar or what, but i am prone to such streaks of blah every now and again. and nothing is more frustrating than feeling poo-ey and having nothing to blame it on. boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will make it go away? oh please please please, just go away. or at least present a good reason for me to let you stick around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5792081728097438558?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7998729524505370213</id><published>2009-01-29T08:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:07:40.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serving no purpose is my purpose'/><title type='text'>recently</title><content type='html'>happenings and thoughts, submitted for your approval:&lt;br /&gt;a) still no pictures. i feel like they've lost all relevancy at this point.&lt;br /&gt;b) i didn't get a snow day. not even one. i don't want to sound ungrateful because i have power and i won't miss any pay, but still. just one day next time? please?&lt;br /&gt;c) i stayed up until at least 4am on both friday and saturday nights drinking and carrying on. i am still recovering. hang on a sec... is that... yeah, the mailman's bringing my aarp card.&lt;br /&gt;d) i miss having sleepovers with the boy i like. it takes a plane ride, which is suckey. i wish i could just say, "beam me up..." ha ha ha! if you know the rest of that line then you know why it's totally appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;e) do you want to go see "he's just not that into you" with me? i usually only see special effects movies in the theater, but every now and again i like to make the same effort for a good old-fashioned chick flick. and i missed bride wars. &lt;br /&gt;f) i have been eating a lot of rice. and feeling a lot bloated because of it.&lt;br /&gt;g) i'm in love with that girl from american idol last night. the one with the tattoos and the long hair? i'd switch sides for her.&lt;br /&gt;h) h is for haney. don't wear it out.&lt;br /&gt;i) i'm going to stop now. i've become uninteresting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7998729524505370213?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7998729524505370213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7998729524505370213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7998729524505370213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7998729524505370213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/recently.html' title='recently'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6399541493146822083</id><published>2009-01-23T13:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:37:20.717-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five up five down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood balancing by melissa'/><title type='text'>bloop bloop</title><content type='html'>things that make me frown:&lt;br /&gt;1. i haven't posted my pictures yet. i haven't even downloaded them. oops.&lt;br /&gt;2. it's 1:32pm CST, yet it somehow feels like it should be at least 6pm CST.&lt;br /&gt;3. i feel kind of pukey. thanks a lot, day-old subway sammich.&lt;br /&gt;4. even though the weather's a bit warmer, did we really have to say goodbye to the sunshine in exchange?&lt;br /&gt;5. GROW HAIR GROW. i'm having a pretty serious "missing long hair" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. gracious, how did it get to be friday already?!?&lt;br /&gt;2. it's 1:34pm CST... the clock IS still ticking.&lt;br /&gt;3. i haven't worn make-up in three days, and i don't feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm finally going to read the seventh harry potter book this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;5. it's almost february, which is almost march, which is almost spring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6399541493146822083?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6399541493146822083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6399541493146822083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6399541493146822083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6399541493146822083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloop-bloop.html' title='bloop bloop'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2367188597758504149</id><published>2009-01-18T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:16:06.351-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s been real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye bye california'/><title type='text'>say goodnight to hollywood</title><content type='html'>i'll be home tonight. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some pictures. they are only okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's closing in t minus three hours until go time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could start it all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2367188597758504149?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2367188597758504149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2367188597758504149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2367188597758504149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2367188597758504149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-goodnight-to-hollywood.html' title='say goodnight to hollywood'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2107788310453061620</id><published>2009-01-14T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:29:59.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never disrespectful cause his mama taught him that'/><title type='text'>you. are. welcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BCV5yGKWjv4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BCV5yGKWjv4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's way back wednesday, and i wanna shoop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2107788310453061620?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2107788310453061620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2107788310453061620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2107788310453061620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2107788310453061620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-welcome.html' title='you. are. welcome.'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-642616651971471981</id><published>2009-01-13T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:51:58.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am most excited about the sunshine'/><title type='text'>go west, young (wo)man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWypYsNWzWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/OEoin0rIPUg/s1600-h/CaliforniaStateCountyMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWypYsNWzWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/OEoin0rIPUg/s320/CaliforniaStateCountyMap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290789903902625122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in two days, i'll be going to california for a looong weekend. i don't necessarily &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; a vacation, since the holiday season just ended, but i &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; a vacation, so there you go. i'll be in los angeles, which brings up two important questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. will i meet anyone famous? i'm certainly not going to hunt anyone down for an autograph, but if i see luke wilson in the airport, aren't i sort of obligated to try to kiss him?&lt;br /&gt;2. with all those skinny anorexic girls out there, am i going to stick out like a sore thumb with my big ol' holiday thighs? ugh, cross your fingers. i don't need that kind of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;so with these thoughts in mind, and not a single thing packed, i will be spending the next 48 hours doing some pretty serious california dreamin' (on such a winter's dayyyyy). i mean really, there's not much else i can do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(wo)man'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWypYsNWzWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/OEoin0rIPUg/s72-c/CaliforniaStateCountyMap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3952640926039848715</id><published>2009-01-12T12:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:18:53.227-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she upped the ante when she buzzed her hair off'/><title type='text'>lovebirds... sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWuIEZms1UI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3v5y7KK8Rk8/s1600-h/n55007346_31116614_3648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWuIEZms1UI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3v5y7KK8Rk8/s320/n55007346_31116614_3648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290471796450841922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so tatum and i occasionally hold hands in public when we see people looking at us, which in turn makes them look at us longer and meaner. but really, they're getting what they deserve because they were the ones looking at us for no reason in the first place. once when i dropped her off at a work function, we kissed right on the lips, just to see if anyone would say anything. come to think of it, did anyone say anything? hmmm... this post serves no purpose outside of saying that my roommate is the shit, and i'm so glad to have someone who loves to play "hetero girls scaring homophobes" just as much as i do. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3952640926039848715?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3952640926039848715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3952640926039848715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3952640926039848715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3952640926039848715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovebirds-sort-of.html' title='lovebirds... sort of'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWuIEZms1UI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3v5y7KK8Rk8/s72-c/n55007346_31116614_3648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5566106264873206259</id><published>2009-01-08T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:07:45.463-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am officially getting old'/><title type='text'>sicky face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWYkCX4x5GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bIbw088JsOA/s1600-h/683919-3-sick-of-photos-today-mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWYkCX4x5GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bIbw088JsOA/s320/683919-3-sick-of-photos-today-mum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288954435583730786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have it. i'm not sick in the traditional sense. no coughing or sneezing or any of that. but i am feeling sick lately. i think all the heavy holiday food and heavier holiday drinking has finally caught up with me, and my body is retaliating. i spent most of yesterday feeling nauseous and green in the gills which is NOT fun, and it only got worse as the day went on. BOOOOO. my head arms legs belly feet and brain are begging for a break, and i shall comply. sorry, cheese dip. sorry, merlot. sorry, every other delicious thing on the planet. got to take it easy... at least for a few days. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5566106264873206259?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5566106264873206259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5566106264873206259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5566106264873206259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5566106264873206259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/sicky-face.html' title='sicky face'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SWYkCX4x5GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bIbw088JsOA/s72-c/683919-3-sick-of-photos-today-mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-2479438678394872300</id><published>2009-01-05T11:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:07:13.923-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at least it was the weekend and not a wednesday'/><title type='text'>what a tease</title><content type='html'>weather in central arkansas for saturday, january third, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;sunny, high---70 degrees fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;activities included: looking cute, wearing a t-shirt, spending all day outside, feeling like maybe it was spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather in central arkansas for monday, january fifth, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain, high---38 degrees fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;activities (so far) include: waking up late, rockin' dirty hair, working, wishing it was spring and cussing the weekend weather anomaly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-2479438678394872300?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/2479438678394872300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=2479438678394872300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2479438678394872300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/2479438678394872300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-tease.html' title='what a tease'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6277392320729050293</id><published>2009-01-02T09:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:24:43.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep your fingers crossed'/><title type='text'>promises, promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SV4smxfnkCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MZ-YFyKh85k/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SV4smxfnkCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MZ-YFyKh85k/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286712057212145698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have a picture of me on new year's eve, giving all of you a new year's kiss, but i can't find my camera cord so this crappy pic will have to do. sorry. the sentiment is the same. : )&lt;br /&gt;i've made some resolutions, and i will (hopefully) be able to make some serious progress in all of the following areas, but, as with every year, my number one priority is to just be a better melissa. with that in mind, here are the ways that i've decided i can do that in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;stop cussing so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i am not, nor have i ever been, a sailor. i don't know why i insist on sounding like one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;put less pressure on myself with regards to the way i look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not sure where i got this ridiculous standard i've imposed on my outward appearance, but it's unattainable, at best. i'm not saying there's no room for improvement, and i'd like to look the best that i can, but i'm not a freaking supermodel. as soon as someone starts paying me to weigh 120lbs, i will gladly bust my butt to get there. until then, i should be happier with what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;go back to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please don't comment on this one. this is a personal decision, and i'm pretty sensitive about the subject. but this is an honest list of resolutions, so it must be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;save money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm pretty bad to spend like there's no end in sight to my funds, which leaves me doing some pretty fast talking when there is any kind of atypical financial obligation. i can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;keep my bedroom clean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first, i have to GET it clean. : ) my good friend heather always says, "mess outside, mess inside." that is a true statement, and i'm done with both messes.&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it. none of them is really that huge an undertaking, as best as i can tell. my biggest job is to basically love me and take care of me more, which all of the above will help me to accomplish. i will continue to laugh, play, and dance as much as i can, and if i can make a serious dent in these self-improvements, then 2009 will reveal the best version of me yet. &lt;br /&gt;happy new year, boys and girls. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6277392320729050293?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6277392320729050293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6277392320729050293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6277392320729050293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6277392320729050293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2009/01/promises-promises.html' title='promises, promises'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SV4smxfnkCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MZ-YFyKh85k/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3254009142732189513</id><published>2008-12-31T08:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:07:12.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom has some &apos;splaining to do'/><title type='text'>new year, new image</title><content type='html'>so i saw this little activity on someone else's blog, thought it was hilarious, and decided to give it a shot. there are like 25 survey questions (your first pet, your hobby, etc) and you go to google images, type in the word/your answer, and then post the first picture that comes up. well 25 would've taken up too much space, so i decided to just do my first, middle, and last names. and the results are HILARIOUS. : )&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;first google image for "melissa":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zq3My0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/XcgW1Fk_Lf4/s1600-h/melissa-wilkinson-model-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zq3My0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/XcgW1Fk_Lf4/s320/melissa-wilkinson-model-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285959113305279298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this girl has 1.14 ounces of fat on her body. i'm just guessing, but i can't be too far off.&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;strong&gt;first google image for "margaret":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zeomG7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/duGfs_P-XC4/s1600-h/margaret-nolan08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zeomG7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/duGfs_P-XC4/s320/margaret-nolan08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285959110022798258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what i look like when i'm in my underwear, i swear to god. : ) &lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;first google image for "haney":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zHVaWvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/R4Ku-eIQk5A/s1600-h/LeeHaney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zHVaWvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/R4Ku-eIQk5A/s320/LeeHaney2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285959103768320754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! very rarely do i use the phrase "lol," but i can't think of anything that i could say here that would be more appropriate. i literally lol-ed when i saw this. as a matter of fact, i loljfheaofeinvao-ed. you can just get creative with regards to what those other letters mean. i laughed until i cried. i may or may not be related to this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. resolutions tomorrow... i still need to think about them. happy new year's eve, duckies. be safe, have fun, love love. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3254009142732189513?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3254009142732189513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3254009142732189513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3254009142732189513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3254009142732189513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-new-image.html' title='new year, new image'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVt_zq3My0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/XcgW1Fk_Lf4/s72-c/melissa-wilkinson-model-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3949091934290189945</id><published>2008-12-30T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:19:03.816-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crabby patty has left the building'/><title type='text'>um, oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVoq93NhiiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ENukRd_OLcw/s1600-h/9127~Little-Miss-Crabby-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVoq93NhiiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ENukRd_OLcw/s320/9127~Little-Miss-Crabby-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285584354953759266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i maybe might have a little bit overdone it just a smidge with yesterday's post. i told myself i wouldn't lash out on the ol' blog after that crackhead was being such a jerk on a previous entry of mine, but yesterday was like the perfect storm of online aggravation. eh, such is life. i'm over it. : )&lt;br /&gt;the holiday season was quite busy in central arkansas, that's for sure. my mom was in town for a week and so i spent quite a bit of time with her and megs, then i had two days to cram in all (that's right, ALL) of my christmas shopping between working and catching up with folks in for the holidays, then i went to my dad's for a few days and ate, drank, and was generally merry. he's moving so we spent a pretty good deal of time sorting through an exorbitant amount of our things that have accumulated at his house over the years. fun? kind of. exhausting? totally. then saturday night i had a little mini-reunion with my pledge sisters from the sorority i was in for about five minutes, which was a little strange but mostly awesome. i got yelled at by some trashy skank at this bar in russellville, which is always a night-maker. and now... *sigh* now i'm just back at work, trying to catch up on sleep at home(it will never happen), and waiting for warmer weather. &lt;br /&gt;it sounds like you all had fantastic christmases and i'm very glad for it. i'm not sorry that i boiled over like a pot of crazy-time tea in yesterday's post, but i will say that i will keep the outbursts to a minimum... at least i will on the blog. : ) xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3949091934290189945?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3949091934290189945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3949091934290189945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3949091934290189945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3949091934290189945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-oops.html' title='um, oops'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SVoq93NhiiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ENukRd_OLcw/s72-c/9127~Little-Miss-Crabby-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5044719009939018894</id><published>2008-12-29T16:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:46:27.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pent up aggression from my obama post i think'/><title type='text'>bitches, UGH</title><content type='html'>seriously, i've been noticing lately that there are some hateful bitches in the blogosphere. whether or not their tacky shit is inadvertant, it would be really fucking awesome if people would just learn how to LOCK IT UP. you know when you're little and your mama says, "if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all"? SHE WASN'T FUCKING AROUND. from anonymous bullies to "friends" leaving shit comments, this crap is seriously getting old. ugh. grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5044719009939018894?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5044719009939018894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5044719009939018894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5044719009939018894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5044719009939018894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitches-ugh.html' title='bitches, UGH'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6610156015895852917</id><published>2008-12-24T08:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:08:23.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and happy hanukkah'/><title type='text'>so here it is</title><content type='html'>this is my merry christmas post... so... merry christmas, kids. : ) hope you get everything you asked for from santa. if you're traveling, be safe. i love you all, love your families, and will be sending  christmas-y good vibes to you and yours in the coming days. love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6610156015895852917?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6610156015895852917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6610156015895852917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6610156015895852917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6610156015895852917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-here-it-is.html' title='so here it is'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-3365967734164911597</id><published>2008-12-22T13:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:26:36.320-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good grief is an understatement'/><title type='text'>it looks a little different at 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SU_nQTi2tjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/a19Inim5SFo/s1600-h/charlie-brown-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SU_nQTi2tjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/a19Inim5SFo/s320/charlie-brown-tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695155239269938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy and sister and i watched "a charlie brown christmas" yesterday, getting into the spirit of the season and eating our weight in spinach dip. i remember loving that movie (is it a movie? it's only 20 minutes long...) when i was a kid, but now, the only thing i could think when it was over is this: charlie brown may be the saddest mo-fo of all time. that poor kid! lucy's skanky friend violet actually uttered the words, "try to do something right for once in your life, charlie brown." merry effing christmas, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-3365967734164911597?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/3365967734164911597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=3365967734164911597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3365967734164911597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/3365967734164911597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-looks-little-different-at-25.html' title='it looks a little different at 25'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SU_nQTi2tjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/a19Inim5SFo/s72-c/charlie-brown-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7117564360019139891</id><published>2008-12-19T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:59:35.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no vag in existence is as big as hers'/><title type='text'>the duggars:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SUvSNCVe2hI/AAAAAAAAAko/pYenVD3iIUU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SUvSNCVe2hI/AAAAAAAAAko/pYenVD3iIUU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281546109429144082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perpetuating the stereotype that all arkansans are crazy rednecks since 1988.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7117564360019139891?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7117564360019139891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7117564360019139891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7117564360019139891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7117564360019139891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/duggars.html' title='the duggars:'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SUvSNCVe2hI/AAAAAAAAAko/pYenVD3iIUU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1353914018386331407</id><published>2008-12-18T08:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:43:56.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-woman rainbow coalition'/><title type='text'>we should be so lucky</title><content type='html'>two gay dude penguins in a zoo were caught stealing other penguins' babies and trying to father them. so the zoo officials moved them away from everyone else and gave them two little babies of their own to raise and they are, apparently, the best parents of all the penguins. &lt;br /&gt;no, they are not humans, but yes, they are an example. i've never had two parents of the same sex but i have to believe that most people would agree with me when i say i'd rather have two dads than no dad at all. &lt;br /&gt;i am, of course, simplifying the issue. that's what i do, so before you even start with me, don't. i'm talking to you. no, not you... YOU. take a hike, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i plucked my eyebrows last night and i'm back to lookin' suuuuper fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1353914018386331407?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1353914018386331407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1353914018386331407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1353914018386331407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1353914018386331407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-should-be-so-lucky.html' title='we should be so lucky'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-89860779183912192</id><published>2008-12-17T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:23:46.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...more like a vibe'/><title type='text'>not a funk, per se...</title><content type='html'>i spent five hours on the interstate last night between my house and the airport. under normal conditions, this is roughly a forty-minute excursion. thank you, arkansas highway transportation department, for taking SUCH good care of the roads (insert sarcastic eye roll). thank you, cranky and dangerous commuters, for your SUPER FUN antics and blood pressure-raising maneuvers. thank you, full bladder that i should've emptied before departing, for swelling to the size of a basketball and making me seriously consider wearing depends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i have done:&lt;br /&gt;secured the safe arrival of both mama and sister&lt;br /&gt;re-scheduled a much-needed haircut twice&lt;br /&gt;planned a small (but exciting!) vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i have not done:&lt;br /&gt;bought a single christmas present&lt;br /&gt;plucked my eyebrows in the last week&lt;br /&gt;wished anyone, anywhere, happy holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooopsy daisy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-89860779183912192?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/89860779183912192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=89860779183912192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/89860779183912192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/89860779183912192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-funk-per-se.html' title='not a funk, per se...'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-5628192562521907343</id><published>2008-12-12T12:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:07:30.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...only not nearly as eloquently'/><title type='text'>what i was trying to say...</title><content type='html'>http://www.slate.com/id/2206445/pagenum/all/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-5628192562521907343?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/5628192562521907343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=5628192562521907343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5628192562521907343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/5628192562521907343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-was-trying-to-say.html' title='what i was trying to say...'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-6647300958695729581</id><published>2008-12-11T16:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:56:23.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES WE CAN... let our president be a little bit human'/><title type='text'>priority check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SUGZiYQ_0xI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xJr97BC2zF4/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SUGZiYQ_0xI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xJr97BC2zF4/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278669054163276562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so have you seen all the stories in the news about barack obama being a smoker? it seems as though every news outlet in the u.s. (including, but not limited to, the chicago tribune, abc news, the washington post, fox news [of course] and cnFREAKINGn) has jumped on this "story" and driven it into the damn ground, securing a promise from the future PRESIDENT OF OUR COUNTRY that he won't smoke after he takes office. um, am i alone here? or is this the most NON-RELEVANT ISSUE EVER? who gives a shit if the man likes his marlboros?!? yes, smoking is bad. yes, big tobacco is bad. yes, we all fight our little wars with cigarettes from time to time. but he's about to be the LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD for chrissakes. SURELY there are more pressing things one would like to discuss with the man who's about to take over our economical, educational, and social policies... SURELY. so... is it just me? or is this kiiiind of a bunch of bullshit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-6647300958695729581?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/6647300958695729581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=6647300958695729581' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6647300958695729581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/6647300958695729581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/priority-check.html' title='priority check'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SUGZiYQ_0xI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xJr97BC2zF4/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-1034316428916672199</id><published>2008-12-10T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:31:49.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get it together melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this ain&apos;t your first rodeo'/><title type='text'>time to intervene</title><content type='html'>i swear to god, if i don't start waking up before 6:30 every day, my co-workers are literally going to have to install a shower head at work for me. i am yucko to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-1034316428916672199?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/1034316428916672199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=1034316428916672199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1034316428916672199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/1034316428916672199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-intervene.html' title='time to intervene'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434099736963723158.post-7950565664830842064</id><published>2008-11-30T15:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:33:51.135-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what an excellent way to go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='full to the brim with mashed potatoes'/><title type='text'>yo yo yo</title><content type='html'>it's post-thanksgiving. i have no pictures for you. you know what i do have? lots of L-O-V-E for all you bitches and hos. : ) xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll holla soon... when i have interesting things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434099736963723158-7950565664830842064?l=melishthedish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/feeds/7950565664830842064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5434099736963723158&amp;postID=7950565664830842064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7950565664830842064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434099736963723158/posts/default/7950565664830842064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melishthedish.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo-yo-yo.html' title='yo yo yo'/><author><name>m-m-m-melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01775855800488267209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUoprh-Nfrc/SXpFodmaO1I/AAAAAAAAAog/LDa4VHLM-go/S220/smoking+pumpkin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
