<?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-8922156986460968165</id><updated>2011-09-19T12:59:58.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On second thought..</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is pretty basic, but it even at it's worst it's got blog-worthy moments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6066269945330023200</id><published>2010-12-22T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T04:29:51.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a really long time since I've stopped through here, so I figured I'd do this silly tag. Sounded like fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy: I fell in love with show around May-ish, when they were showing the season finale of season 6. Ever since, I've been obsessed. My best friend always watched it, but I never got into it. I've been super stuck on catching up on all the seasons. I just can't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;2. Desperate Housewives: LOVE LOVE LOVE this show. I also didn't get in to this show until 4 seasons in. I'm weird when it comes to it, always sucked in after it's over or right in the middle. My friend Shelby and I make a date every Sunday to watch it together. Were both crazy about it. Great series! &lt;br /&gt;3. Sex &amp; The City: I love watching the reruns, I love the movies, I love everything about Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte &amp; Miranda. It never gets old!&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI Las Vegas: I've been a fan since day one. I've been watching it Since I was 14 years old and a loyal fan of Gill Grissom. The day he left, the day the show died for me. I still watch the reruns but I don't like the spin offs or Lawrence Fishbourne. No thanks. William Peterson pleaaase =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I'm passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;1. My family: Especially now more than ever. I need the support of them and they need it from me. Our family is going through a long rough patch of illness and it can only get worse before it get's better. Through think and thin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends: I have no idea who I'd be or where I'd be without them. They are my second family and every single person in my life is worth being there for. They make me laugh, make me smile, and shower me with love exactly when I need it. There are no better people that I could surround myself with.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids: I love kids. Both my jobs revolve around them. I can't wait to have my own. &lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping: I love new clothes. I love new shoes. I love new accessories. I love finding amazing deals. I love shopping for friends. It's just fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 phrases I say a lot:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fer sure (Said exactly how it's spelled. I say that maybe a hundred times a day.&lt;br /&gt;2. OkayILoveYouBye (Every phone conversation, parting of ways, emails/comments/facebook ends with that.)&lt;br /&gt;3. What's up buddy! (Friends get this greeting from me on the daily).&lt;br /&gt;4. Seriously (Good or bad reation, givin a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I've learned from the past:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nothing will ever stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;2. The path of least resistance can lead through a mine field.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be careful who you trust and who you don't. You may need to reevaluate people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Love is a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dyed my hair. It turned out a dark strawberry blonde. It wasn't supposed to..&lt;br /&gt;2. Had coffee with 4 of my best girlfriends and had a complete blast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finished wrapping gifts.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched Down To You. Julia Stiles &amp; Freddy Prince JR like ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would love to visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. Australia: I want to visit it so bad. I just love everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;2. New Zealand: It's SO beautiful there. I'd probably want to do a two week trip to here and Australia all at once. Perfect vacation!&lt;br /&gt;3. England: Or all of europe. But I'd love to ride on a double decker bus, drink tea and see where the Queen lives! &lt;br /&gt;4. The Carribean: Beaches everywhere. Give me a drink with an umbrella in it and were golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. 2011. I'm ready to ditch 2010 and have a new start.&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas. It's my favorite holiday &amp; this year I'm determined to not let anyone or anything ruin it. The past 4 years had there ups and downs on Christmas and this year, no sir. It will be great.&lt;br /&gt;3. A new out look on love, life and all things that make me happy. It's been due for too long. &lt;br /&gt;4. Moving out of my hometown. Hopefully 2011 will bring a new start somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I love about winter:&lt;br /&gt;1. Snowboarding: My favorite thing to do this time of year. I can't wait to make it to Bear Valley and Lake Tahoe. Just need the $$$$ first!&lt;br /&gt;2. During the holidays, a lot of people come home and a lot of people are off work. Bring on parties and socialness! &lt;br /&gt;3. Starbucks spiced carmel apple cider. Pair that up with some milk chocolate grahm crackers and it's perfect. &lt;br /&gt;4. Snuggling up under my down comforter and piles of blankets. I could stay in bed all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... so now it's my turn to tag 4 people! I vote:&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3&amp;4: Anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6066269945330023200?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6066269945330023200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6066269945330023200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6066269945330023200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6066269945330023200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-really-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6406564421779864357</id><published>2010-05-19T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:02:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we call this improvement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I stopped in on this thing twice in under a month! I believe that calls for a mini-celebration, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm 22 now. Nothing new other than that. Been hanging out a bunch, having a good time with friends. Enjoying the single life =)    The picture below is basically what I've been up to. I live off the Delta and every weekend during the warm months there is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; party on a little island called Ski Beach. I love all those people, too&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473165818174254466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SXUEUWLYI/AAAAAAAAALE/U_JjMwhb79c/s320/party+crew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; in a weird place, but the longer it goes, the more normal it feels. I got a new job for summer and I'm trying to ease into that. Other than that, same old same old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; in coming day's I'll have something to blog about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6406564421779864357?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6406564421779864357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6406564421779864357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6406564421779864357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6406564421779864357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-we-call-this-improvement.html' title='Can we call this improvement?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SXUEUWLYI/AAAAAAAAALE/U_JjMwhb79c/s72-c/party+crew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-2254564701810914320</id><published>2010-04-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:25:34.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been all too long.</title><content type='html'>I've been quite neglectful of this thing the past couple months. I just really haven't felt like blogging about my life. Mainly because I had nothing really good to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have amazing friends, amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a good time going out and doing things with people I enjoy. I'm just doing it solo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years and three months of relationship has been put in a little box in my closet. It can probably still be worked out, but right now, I just don't have the patience to do it. I've decided to leave the ball in his court to see where he wants it to go and if he can make it happen. We're still friends. we still hang out all the time. We're just not together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be hard on other people. I mean, on us obviously, but some of our friends are still having a hard time believing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an weird period in life these days. Hopefully I'll stop in here more often =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-2254564701810914320?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/2254564701810914320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=2254564701810914320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2254564701810914320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2254564701810914320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-all-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been all too long.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4642675887997624610</id><published>2010-02-07T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:05:10.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints Win the Superbowl!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l143/glitternsparkle/sports/NFL/Saints/saints7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l143/glitternsparkle/sports/NFL/Saints/saints7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so excited I can't stand it. First superbowl in franchise history!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DAT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4642675887997624610?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4642675887997624610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4642675887997624610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4642675887997624610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4642675887997624610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/02/saints-win-superbowl.html' title='Saints Win the Superbowl!!!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8308640109467925013</id><published>2010-01-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:44:34.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate bills</title><content type='html'>I hate bills just as much as the next person. It just seems like when you're younger, companies and the people working for companies seem to just want to work against you and frustrate you to the point where you'll pay them anything just to keep a cell phone on, insurance instated or just to keep a car in your driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent all afternoon on the phone with Zach's insurance company as "Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DiNicola&lt;/span&gt;". They told him one thing and now are saying another. They want a whole ton of money we don't have and that he doesn't owe. I finally got a woman to give me a number to his agent and now she has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; he owes, much much less in fact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just believe it is totally amazing how they treat 'valued customers'. I got hung up on, yelled at and talked down to by 3 different people. They offered zero help or even letting me talk to a manger. Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move away from California. It's just too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; to live here. I love living here, but if everything is so impossible to pay for, count me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8308640109467925013?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8308640109467925013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8308640109467925013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8308640109467925013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8308640109467925013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-bills.html' title='I hate bills'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4904360259571228347</id><published>2010-01-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:57:21.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1emKCv7ISI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DDioqBg21v4/s1600-h/ZBD16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428990567285203234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1emKCv7ISI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DDioqBg21v4/s320/ZBD16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1emB9oSY5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_KpGKBl64_I/s1600-h/ZBD15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428990428472042386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1emB9oSY5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_KpGKBl64_I/s320/ZBD15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ely2KjIHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j-SjCDP16AE/s1600-h/ZBD7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428990168770224242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ely2KjIHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j-SjCDP16AE/s320/ZBD7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1elh7v3TwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/v8jvz4VtUp8/s1600-h/ZBD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428989878211137282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1elh7v3TwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/v8jvz4VtUp8/s320/ZBD4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from his birthday. They're all from diffferent parts of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1elRwlsA4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/C3bqvkLyJVU/s1600-h/mellexcody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428989600337757058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1elRwlsA4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/C3bqvkLyJVU/s320/mellexcody.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1elCM45uQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wuribySt29E/s1600-h/ZBD13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428989333056633090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1elCM45uQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wuribySt29E/s320/ZBD13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ek6A7EC-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ijcBGgpFIH0/s1600-h/ZBD10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428989192405519330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ek6A7EC-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ijcBGgpFIH0/s320/ZBD10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ekuaU-abI/AAAAAAAAAKE/P2LnSwKNQZA/s1600-h/ZBD6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428988993066658226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ekuaU-abI/AAAAAAAAAKE/P2LnSwKNQZA/s320/ZBD6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ekpnjj7dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bSwhiC5dHX8/s1600-h/ZBD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428988910718152146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ekpnjj7dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bSwhiC5dHX8/s320/ZBD2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There weren't as many fron the party as I thought! But he had a great day &amp;amp; it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4904360259571228347?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4904360259571228347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4904360259571228347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4904360259571228347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4904360259571228347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1emKCv7ISI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DDioqBg21v4/s72-c/ZBD16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7690074252761920995</id><published>2010-01-20T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:26:12.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of fell out of the blogging loop for awhile. Sorry! I have no real excuse other than I've been out being 21. I've fallen into a new group of old and new friends and I've been out having a blast these past few weeks. It's weird how things work when you live in a small town. You're friends with some people, somehow you end up drifting away and then boom! There they are again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our holidays were great. Zach and I got a new cell phone plan together and some spiffy new phones along with it. I adore it so far. The only thing that sucks is our phones are now identical. It gets confusing when you have the same text alerts and voicemail rings. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.att-phones.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/att-samsung-solstice-1.jpg" /&gt;We also got a flat screen TV. Our old one just wouldn't kick rocks and die. It was sucking up a ton of energy and we needed one with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiver&lt;/span&gt; built in so we could get cable channels back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images3.dealzon.com/cdn_pictures/deals/2575/large/dynex-dx-l32-10a-32-inch-720p-lcd-hdtv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to spend time with my best friend from high school. She flew home for a few days from Colorado and we had a blast going out and everything while she was here. We never get to visit very long but every minute is better than none! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428980371332057874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ec4j3QyxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YxuOjiZretQ/s320/ZBD11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody, Zach, me, Shelby &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach turned 22 last Saturday!! I managed to get him this year with a surprise party &amp;amp; for the first time, he had no idea. It was awesome. The past two years, his old friends couldn't really keep it a secret and would ruin it. We've got awesome friends this time around and they made his birthday amazing. Our good friend Cody helped me keep him distracted all day Saturday and took him out. He for sure helped me pull this off so he's pretty much my new best friend! The picture above was taken in the wee early morning of his birthday. I'll have to post pictures in another entry of the actual party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I have a job interview on Friday morning. I'm really excited. If I get it, I'll post details. I don't want to get my hopes up just yet. It's a rainy day and  I'm cooped up inside. Blog, I promise I won't neglect you again  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7690074252761920995?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7690074252761920995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7690074252761920995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7690074252761920995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7690074252761920995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoops.html' title='Whoops =)'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S1ec4j3QyxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YxuOjiZretQ/s72-c/ZBD11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3446198814185065609</id><published>2009-12-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:52:59.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season.</title><content type='html'>For kids to be bratty, adults to rationalize big purchases and a lot of money flowing to only God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I went to Best Buy yesterday, of course JUST to look. Right? We ended up leaving with a 32 inch flat screen TV. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm'd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haa'd&lt;/span&gt; all the way home. My dad tends to over-react when one of his kids makes a big purchase, and demands to know where money came from and how we could afford that. He gets over it eventually, but not quickly enough for me to be thrilled about this TV sitting in the back of our truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought it home, wrapped it with newspaper and finished it up with a bow and a note that says "To: Mel &amp;amp; Zach   From: Santa". Britney Spears is on my big gift and is holding it's own in the trunk of my car. I'll be moving it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's from Santa. I'm in the clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3446198814185065609?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3446198814185065609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3446198814185065609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3446198814185065609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3446198814185065609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; the season.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6133224896474546547</id><published>2009-12-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:47:07.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Sx84DjF8PvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Bj8c_2J_OqA/s1600-h/Newborn_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106910733549298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Sx84DjF8PvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Bj8c_2J_OqA/s320/Newborn_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This may sound totally ridicules, but I have baby fever. I have the urge to just have a whole mess of kids. I'm pretty sure it has to do with my Epilepsy. My doctor said I couldn't have any 'accidents' and I have to plan for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm wanting kids now because I'm scared when the time comes to plan them, I'll be older than I'd like to be, or they just won't be possible anymore. I'm the girl that dreams about becoming a mommy. It's what I want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is reassuring but at the same time thinks I'm crazy. Uh.. hello, I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he made a face and said "Go blog about it." Then he laughed at me. And my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeeerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6133224896474546547?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6133224896474546547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6133224896474546547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6133224896474546547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6133224896474546547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-ask-me-why.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me why.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Sx84DjF8PvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Bj8c_2J_OqA/s72-c/Newborn_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6733046689385903938</id><published>2009-12-07T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:14:23.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/414YXj2IjTL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/414YXj2IjTL._SL500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I tried&lt;/span&gt; these once at work and was intrigued enough to ask my parents to pick up a bag the next time they went to Costco. I'm hording the bag in my room as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much I try to force them down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; throat to say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aren't&lt;/span&gt; they amazing??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dig pomegranate, dark chocolate or even Costco, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6733046689385903938?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6733046689385903938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6733046689385903938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6733046689385903938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6733046689385903938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-addiction.html' title='A sad addiction.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-2283409338949280371</id><published>2009-12-06T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:44:26.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday thoughts..</title><content type='html'>First, I'd like to say these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I'm on are helping! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! I'm sleeping one hundred times better than I have in 3 years, and i took a test drive last night. My driving skills are still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impeccable&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a majority of yesterday afternoon cleaning the downstairs up. It's been a disaster for God knows how long. Zach and I had invited some friends over and I was not about to have people in a gross house. We ( well, they) had some drinks and we played pool and had a good time. I'm avoiding alcohol at this point. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; says it makes you dizzy/drowsy and if you add alcohol, it makes it worse. So far I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten dizzy or drowsy, but I want to wait awhile before introducing a drink or two back into my life. It was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my little brother is throwing the Christmas lights on the house, and my dad's getting down the fake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-lit tree for me to set up. David's allergic to real tree's which is why we have 3 fake ones in our garage. We recently got the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-lit tree because my dad was tired of spending hours putting lights on the tree the way my mom likes it. In and out of EVERY. SINGLE. BRANCH.  I do believe Christmas is being held at out house this year. Zach has to work Christmas Eve, but at least he's go Christmas off. He wants to get us a new flat screen TV this year, and last night attempted to purchase it online with his friend Cody supervising. Then they found out the shipping price and flaked. He said he's going to go to Best Buy tomorrow and scope it out and "bring the damn thing home on my own."  I just agree these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see. I've got some tree putting up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-2283409338949280371?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/2283409338949280371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=2283409338949280371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2283409338949280371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2283409338949280371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-thoughts.html' title='Sunday thoughts..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8304557068482428740</id><published>2009-12-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:00:01.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully, it's a new start.</title><content type='html'>This morning I went and saw a neurologist. I figured today would be the same as the past visit, and I get a contorted answer with nothing more than "we'll have to run some tests.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today was just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was diagnosed with Epilepsy today. A diagnoses! Horray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge weight off my shoulders and scary at the same time. I'll be on anti-convulsants for the rest of my life, unless I'm a candidate for brain surgery. I have an MRI December 11 to find that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tonight, I'm not allowed to drive for a month or so. I need to let my body become adjusted to the meds I'm taking, and it's just safer that I don't. I'm not happy but whatever. The Doctor said to play it by ear, but he has to tell the DMV about my diagnosis. He also said chances of my license being taken away is slim to none, thank God. I love driving, so this is not going to go well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see how these meds work. I'm praying for a miracle. Hopefully the meds reduce the number of seizures I have, or kicks them completely. I'd much have the latter, but even if it came down to a few seizures a year, that's okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8304557068482428740?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8304557068482428740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8304557068482428740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8304557068482428740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8304557068482428740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopefully-its-new-start.html' title='Hopefully, it&apos;s a new start.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6977833112987102094</id><published>2009-11-29T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:51:48.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>In blog land anyways. I took the liberty today of updating my blog &amp;amp; myspace to appear more holiday spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried out this 'header' thing. The little man in the picture with me is my best friends son, Logan =)   I'm his auntie Mel, and I love love LOVE that little boy. He just turned one in September. Isn't he just a doll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold is getting better. I still have a stuffed up nose, sore throat and a cough, but it's better than it was. I'm tired of being cough riddin, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to convince my parents to get the Christmas stuff out soon. It could be a battle like it is every year, or I just might do it myself. We'll see. I need motovation. And a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in bed all day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6977833112987102094?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6977833112987102094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6977833112987102094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6977833112987102094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6977833112987102094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3415654411046596932</id><published>2009-11-26T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:38:59.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I hope you have a better day than I will. This cold is getting worse as days pass. I lost my voice last night along with the two things you NEED for Thanksgiving dinner. Smell &amp;amp; taste. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your dinner a tad bit more today, for my sake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3415654411046596932?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3415654411046596932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3415654411046596932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3415654411046596932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3415654411046596932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1755350753589056102</id><published>2009-11-25T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:36:27.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm ill... again.</title><content type='html'>My annoying cough has turned into a hard core cold. Aches, pains, cough, runny nose, stuffed up, sinus headache. I have so much gunk in my lungs it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; get sick. And when I do, it takes me down HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm better by tomorrow. Please, please, please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1755350753589056102?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1755350753589056102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1755350753589056102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1755350753589056102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1755350753589056102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-im-ill-again.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m ill... again.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1076948181251175318</id><published>2009-11-23T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:00:33.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough.</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I'm not totally sick, but I feel gross. I have the worst cough on the planet and I can't seem to keep my head straight today. Hopefully this thing goes away before Wednesday. I will not have my pre-Thanksgiving shopping day ruined by a nagging cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a little while ago that I have had a ton of foreign visitors lately to my blog. Weird huh? Italy, Romania, Spain, Germany, Indonesia and another one. I think Venezuela. It's kinda cool when you think about it, but I'm wondering why all of a sudden I've got people looking at my blog overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night I got to talk to my cousin in Kuwait. He caught me on facebook on his break. I miss him a ton, and so does the rest of our family. But he told me it's for the best and it's really not that bad. He's guarding an oil rig in the Persian Gulf. Hopefully he'll come home in Janurary of Feburary on leave. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I's three year anniversary is on Friday. He'll be at work that night and I'll be with the girls shopping, so that's that. Last year it was on Thanksgiving, so no real celebration there either. Jeez! Oh well. Maybe four years we'll get to do something special. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1076948181251175318?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1076948181251175318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1076948181251175318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1076948181251175318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1076948181251175318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/11/cough.html' title='Cough.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4528129647227199101</id><published>2009-11-16T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:15:12.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lagging.</title><content type='html'>I have had nothing to blog about. At all. I mean, unless you want to hear about wiping 3 year old bottoms and time outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The California weather is driving me banana's. Were in the period of it being absolutely gorgeous outside, and you think it's going to be a perfect weather day. But then you walk out your front door and realize your front window was lying to you. It'd colder than heck outside! I made the mistake this morning of walking outside with wet hair. I'm still freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for Thanksgiving, as usual. No idea where it will be held for my family this year or who will be attending, but never the less.. I love a day about yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the holidays, preferably January first of 2010, I'm going to do a raw food diet for twenty days. Try to clear out my body and start over with eating habits. Basically, I'll be eating fruits, veggies, nuts, oats.. anything organic and natural. Then after the twenty days I'll introduce white meats and keep red meat for special occasions only. I really could care less for red meat anyway. I never eat it unless its hamburger, but I'm kissing that goodbye for ground chicken and turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I want to do on the dairy front. I don't drink that much milk and I prefer soy milk anyways. I don't know. I guess we'll see when the time comes. I know I need to lose a fair amount of weight, and I think completely retraining myself on what I should and shouldn't be eating will help me loads. I've tried just watching what I eat and smaller portions, but I always ended up eating too much of something of just not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. For someone who has had nothing to blog about, I got a decent amount out today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I thing the real reason is I'm at work and I really don't want to watch 'Go Diego, Go!' Trent is sucked into it as we speak. He's answering the questions and repeating words in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. Its fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;getttin&lt;/span&gt;'. Long day ahead. Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4528129647227199101?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4528129647227199101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4528129647227199101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4528129647227199101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4528129647227199101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-lagging.html' title='I&apos;m lagging.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7304349953321079459</id><published>2009-11-02T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:28:22.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November already..</title><content type='html'>Time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new going on around here. Halloween was great! Had a lot of fun. Daylight savings helped out too. The night wouldn't have been as fun if Daylight Savings didn't fall on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach started a new job tonight. He works from 5pm till 1am. I hate sitting by myself at night. Hopefully he likes it. It pays more than his last job, thank goodness. Bonus- he gets paid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weekly&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to colder days, holidays, all that good stuff coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go jump in a hot bath &amp;amp; read or something. I'm so bored, it's starting to physically hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7304349953321079459?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7304349953321079459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7304349953321079459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7304349953321079459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7304349953321079459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-already.html' title='November already..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6510539021137325808</id><published>2009-10-26T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:10:59.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I decked a girl and I liked it.</title><content type='html'>As much as I like the blog title, that hasn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, a girl tried to kiss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Take time to soak that up. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this girl hasn't sat well with me since the day I met her about 3 months ago. I noticed there was too much friendliness coming from her towards Zach. I told him she was coming off a little too strong for me and I'd appreciate her kicking it back. He said nothing would happen, its her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger friends, let us fast forward to this past Friday. I was at work before showing up to a party down the street at my house. The minute I got there, Zach pulled me aside and said he had taken this girl to a few gas stations around town looking for a particular drink. They were gone awhile and he said in that time, a rumor had been brewed that they were off doing who knows what together. I laughed it off, Zach said nothing happened and I believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, this girl needed a ride home. For some reason, the same people who had started this rumor volunteered Zach to drive her home! She lives in the next town over which is 10 miles round trip. We live six houses away from where we were. I told Zach it was stupid for him to go 10 MILES out of his way and someone else who is going that way should do it. We ended up getting into a big old fight about it, and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard him drive by our house about an hour or so later and he was gone awhile before he came back. I slept and forgot about the whole thing, it was whatever. I found out last night that this girl had tried to kiss Zach before she got out of his truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted Zach and asked why he didn't tell me. He told me it was because he had already told her off and squashed it on his own. He didn't want any extra drama, enough was enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I want to smack her or what. My intuition about her was on the DOT.  She crossed a major big line and I want to make sure she knows it. Zach thinks it will just cause more problems and I should be big enough to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I am. I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to be, but I'm livid at her. It's not like she didn't know he had a girlfriend. She had spent the whole previous week being buddy-buddy with me. And to top it all of, she tried to add me as her friend on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I could scream, laugh or beat her up at this point. I mean, what balls she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this turns out. I'll try my best to be adult about it. But if she's wise at all, she won't be crossing my path anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6510539021137325808?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6510539021137325808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6510539021137325808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6510539021137325808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6510539021137325808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-decked-girl-and-i-liked-it.html' title='I decked a girl and I liked it.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5987764116999172474</id><published>2009-10-26T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:49:36.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, the sweet smell of stupidity.</title><content type='html'>"Obama is totally racist against fat people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell is heavy, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5987764116999172474?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5987764116999172474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5987764116999172474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5987764116999172474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5987764116999172474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahh-sweet-smell-of-stupidity.html' title='Ahh, the sweet smell of stupidity.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7979568424189571224</id><published>2009-10-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:35:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One word responces.</title><content type='html'>I have literally nothing interesting to blog about. So I figured I'd share some things about myself, but in one word &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;increments&lt;/span&gt; only =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Couch.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Down.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Tahoe.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Living.&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? Family.&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Writing.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Spiders.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Happy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Shelby's.&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t? Constructive.&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Banana-nut.&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? Laptop.&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? California.&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Cough.&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? Tank.&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? On.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;22. Your friends? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Turbulent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Tired.&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? Ford.&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? Socks.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Crimson.&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Earlier.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go over and over? Target.&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have work tonight, and I suppose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; while I'm sitting at home while everyone is out having fun. Well, that and I have no money. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7979568424189571224?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7979568424189571224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7979568424189571224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7979568424189571224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7979568424189571224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-word-responces.html' title='One word responces.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6905015807661580768</id><published>2009-10-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:28:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While the boys nap..</title><content type='html'>I'm at work. I only have the boys tonight so I took them to the park for a while &amp;amp; when we got back, set them up with a snack and a movie. Have you ever seen Coraline? Weird movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the park and the walk from the house and back must have worn them out. Both are crashed on the couch. The two oldest are going to see Disney Princess's on Ice in Oakland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long weekend. Zach and I have gone out the past couple nights, mostly just down the street to a friends house. She lives about 6 houses down across the street and all of our friends meet up there. It's always a good time and I'm so thankful its on our street. We don't have to drive anywhere, saves gas and my butt gets some exercise. Well, a minute and a half's worth anyway.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stormed around here all week. There was a monsoon or something that got carried across the pacific from Japan. We got almost a foot of rain and the wind was ridiculous. On this same windy rainy day, my boyfriend and his friend decide it's perfect weather to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mudding&lt;/span&gt;. So they call everyone they know who has a truck and half an hour later, we have 7 or 8 trucks barreling down the back roads to find a good spot. Little did these boys know it had rained too much in too short a time span, so the rain sat on top of the ground. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mudding&lt;/span&gt; was a horrible idea. Zach got a little cocky when we were leaving and decided to try it anyways. He was doing okay, but we ended up getting stuck and needing to get pulled out. I laughed the whole time at him because I told him we would. Then his friend tried it and did okay. But it was pouring so after that we just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided this week to not take the job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;InShape&lt;/span&gt;. I had a bad feeling about it so it's for the best. Plus I've been told of a ton of job offers closer to me with better pay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6905015807661580768?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6905015807661580768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6905015807661580768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6905015807661580768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6905015807661580768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-boys-nap.html' title='While the boys nap..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7496741009025203524</id><published>2009-10-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:04:40.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 year to my blog =)</title><content type='html'>Well, its a couple days late. Or early? The point is, sometime this month last year, I started blogging. And to my own shock and satisfaction, I've actually kept up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year blog! Thanks for letting me whine on you, cry on you, bore you &amp;amp; just flat out use you. You've been a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll have something interesting to tell you.... Tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7496741009025203524?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7496741009025203524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7496741009025203524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7496741009025203524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7496741009025203524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-1-year-to-my-blog.html' title='Happy 1 year to my blog =)'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1200585799051930513</id><published>2009-10-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:35:05.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-t-t-tuesday.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a bit of a bad Tuesday. Or a bad week. Perhaps October just isn't my month this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom works at a gym called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;InShape&lt;/span&gt;. She heard about another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Inshape&lt;/span&gt; hiring, and basically scored me a job.  I turned in my application yesterday, had an interview today &amp;amp;  they just called so I could drop off my two forms of I.D. and fill out paperwork. There's just one problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what I do now. I think my mom did this pretty much because she thinks what I do isn't good enough. My dad seems to think the same thing. Because my paycheck doesn't come from a company or something makes what I do irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gym is half an hour away with traffic. The pay is minimum wage. The hours are terrible. I should have just lied and told my mother I turned in the application and just threw it out instead. I could tell them I don't want it, thanks anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to make my mom look bad. Or myself. Plus I have a hard time saying no when it comes to work. I guess I'll just see how it goes and if I like it, I'll stay. If I don't, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1200585799051930513?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1200585799051930513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1200585799051930513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1200585799051930513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1200585799051930513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-t-t-tuesday.html' title='T-t-t-tuesday.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6783853781001390232</id><published>2009-09-28T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:37:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing new really going on around this joint. My weekend was very uneventful, and it looks like this week will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks Donna &amp;amp; Bernadette for those comments on my last blog! I try my best to just put her not so nice words and actions in the past, and its good to know there are other people out there who have the same mother-in-law problem. Ha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that quick note, Zach &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; hasn't called his mom. Sigh. I asked my friend Dorry if she really could send the police to my house, and she said since its his mother, it could &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; happen. That could make for an interesting blog post, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting off laundry to write a blog filled with nothing really interesting to say. I've been finding all kinds of excuses to avoid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt;, washing, drying... folding. The thought is not at all pleasant today. Maybe its because of how it looks outside. Patchy but almost all cloud cover. It's the first day that might actually look like fall around here. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; has been so high its been hard to believe the season changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Zach and I are going out tonight. He has the next two days off. I have work tomorrow but I should be okay. He's been working his butt of this last week and deserves a night out. With that said, I need to do laundry for that to happen. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;motivator&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6783853781001390232?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6783853781001390232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6783853781001390232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6783853781001390232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6783853781001390232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-new-really-going-on-around-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1567129057553695402</id><published>2009-09-24T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:33:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to mention..</title><content type='html'>On the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; day as the all the chaos on the last post, Zach's mother called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We apparently cannot see eye to eye on anything and I suppose she thinks my only goal in life is to keep Zach from talking or seeing her ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach's mom lives in Florida, and I've only met her and spent time with her once. When Zach's parents divorced, she moved to Florida to be close to her family while Zach remained in California with his Dad, who had won custody. Zach spent his teen years without her physical presence &amp;amp; has cruised into adulthood the same way. Shes absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew out to visit at the end of February and it didn't go how we thought it would. If I said black, she said white. Her main focus was Zach, and she catered to him as if he were a small child. I understand the circumstances, and it had been 3 years since she had seen him last. But honestly, what do you expect when you move 3000 miles away from your kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She instigated a fight with me two days before we left and accused me of a thousand things, including trying to keep Zach away from her. Zach defused the situation and we left Florida on what I thought were okay terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work when she called me and since we went and visited, I've replaced my cell phone and I lost a couple numbers. It was a strange area code and I figured it was a sales call or whatever so I answered it. The first thing she said was "Where are you keeping my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tempting to tell her I dug a huge pit in my backyard and tossed his ass in it? &lt;em&gt;It was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I didn't know at the moment where he was, but if she called him I'm sure he'd answer. She said she had been trying to call him for 3 months and hadn't been able to reach him. She wanted to know what I'd been doing to him, why I had gone to Sprint and diverted her calls to a different voicemail, hiding his phone from him and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned she was doing this all over again. She threatened to investigate me, and send the police to our house and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. I told her I am not Zach's keeper and he's completely capable of answering her phone calls. I don't run his life and in the past three years of our relationship, have never tried to. He's just my boyfriend. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she finally let me hang up, I called him. He told me he had been ignoring her calls since we left Florida. That was news to me. He explained to me he had too much to do and didn't have time to listen to her talk. I was really angry, but at the same time I laughed. I told him just to call her and make sure she never calls and comes at me like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to take a guess if he's called her yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. And he doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling the cops will be arresting me soon for abducting a willing 21 year old man =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1567129057553695402?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1567129057553695402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1567129057553695402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1567129057553695402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1567129057553695402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-forgot-to-mention.html' title='I forgot to mention..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8514726551377354151</id><published>2009-09-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:35:32.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man oh man.</title><content type='html'>I can say right now, its been a week of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knowingly walked into a situation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; to share some words, accusations and possibly prevent my best friend from beating up... my old best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of that happened. Everyone played nice, polite conversation. She even came up to me after a little while and told me she wasn't mad at me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; cool. Doesn't make what happened right nor was it an apology. I guess at this point I won't be bothered running into her as much as I used to, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more than ten minutes later, my Dorry gets into a blow out with her brother and we leave. Didn't see that coming. I was disappointed. I thought it was going a different way, and I'm a little confused about the situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Dorry to be okay with her brother, regardless of what happened a year ago. It happened, it sucked that it happened and there is no going back to what we all used to be. But for the sake of their family, their father, just for the sake that they're twins even..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know who is wrong. We all know an apology along with an explanation is owed. But nobody is ready to back down. The stakes are being held too high. The wrong compromises are being attempted and its flat out not doing anybody any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew this was going to happen, I would have warned someone back then. The aftermath is beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8514726551377354151?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8514726551377354151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8514726551377354151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8514726551377354151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8514726551377354151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-oh-man.html' title='Man oh man.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6212319378330260594</id><published>2009-09-17T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:30:38.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday... morning.</title><content type='html'>For some wacky reason, my brain has me fooled into thinking it's Friday. I don't know if its because the kids around here are off Friday or what, but this week has been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jury duty went well. Thank God I was early &amp;amp; one of the first people to check in. I was called along with the other first 11 people to check in, and we were put on a Coroners Jury. The lawyer guy rushed us because the hearing or whatever was to start at 9am, and told us we'd be done by... noon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to meet in another building a couple blocks away and before we left he told us how lucky we were. Since the weekend before had included Labor Day, all the stuff that had to be done Monday was pushed to Tuesday. They had plenty of stuff to go around, all groups had to show up, and the people that weren't one of the twelve in my group would have to report for the next THREE days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked my lucky stars and myself for being prompt and on time, regardless of how bad I didn't want to be there. I was rewarded =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, silly me for thinking you had to dress a little nicer and business like to go to Jury Duty. My slacks &amp;amp; top were indeed adorable, but everyone I saw had jeans, shorts or something a little less business like on. I almost felt ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I wouldn't mind doing it again, although it would be fun to go at the same time as a friend. Have someone to chat with and all that. Maybe next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off today, which is why I'm still up. I can't sleep for the life of me tonight. Even with a long day at work under my belt, I just can't shake being awake. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm going to go attempt to bore myself to sleep. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6212319378330260594?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6212319378330260594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6212319378330260594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6212319378330260594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6212319378330260594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/thurday-morning.html' title='Thursday... morning.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6457834884038923565</id><published>2009-09-11T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:24:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll always be different.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tzipiyah.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/september11_wideweb__430x287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.tzipiyah.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/september11_wideweb__430x287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day every year, I'm always quieter. The sun never shines like it usually does. Everything just drags on. I always remember that day vividly, without any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never met anybody who had a family member or a friend in the towers. I did. I had two, in fact. I remember all day my family trying to call over and over and not getting anywhere. Family around here called each other all day to see if anyone had heard. It was terrifying. It was unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was when we got the email from my dad's cousin Dave. He worked in the North tower and his wife Marie, worked in the South tower. The subject read "We're okay". The best two words ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family was so VERY lucky. Dave had worked at Cantor Fitzgerald on the 105&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor of the North tower, but had moved to another office building a few days before. Marie had gotten out despite being told to go back to her office on the 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor of the South Tower after the North tower was hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I was in New York only two weeks before. I still cringe when I watch the footage they play ever year. I don't want to, but I can't keep myself from &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was very blessed that day. We didn't lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always think about the ones who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6457834884038923565?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6457834884038923565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6457834884038923565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6457834884038923565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6457834884038923565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/itll-always-be-different.html' title='It&apos;ll always be different.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4148455846813757272</id><published>2009-09-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:27:56.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty.</title><content type='html'>I changed up my blog to look more 'Fall' appropriate. A little muted, but very cute. I also changed my music too. 3 country songs and a remix song by Katy Perry with this guy/s called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;. Its a pretty awesome remix. Zach actually made me listen to it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;. I guess he likes it because the guy basically slams Katy Perry for slamming guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jury duty on the 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not excited. I do not want to go. I hope and pray to God when I call on Monday night they say "We do not need group 1." As you might have guessed, I am group one. I see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no thrill in sitting all day in a crowded room with other people as we all waste our time together missing work, school or other fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; with nothing to do. At the end of the day they are going to send us all off anyway saying "thanks, but we don't have anything for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil duty? I suppose. Torture? Yes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Necessary&lt;/span&gt;? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the least the justice system can do is know they need all these folks before making them miss work, miss school, even miss out on NOTHING before forcing us to drive out of our way to perform our civil duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any thoughts, let me know. I'd love to hear your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay's&lt;/span&gt; or nay's on Jury Duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4148455846813757272?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4148455846813757272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4148455846813757272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4148455846813757272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4148455846813757272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/jury-duty.html' title='Jury Duty.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6476655771870837410</id><published>2009-09-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:44:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PE3mTj5XhYc/RvbV-M1qExI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YvxEBlN5fh8/s400/ist2_2485015_under_the_weather_mchipster243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PE3mTj5XhYc/RvbV-M1qExI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YvxEBlN5fh8/s400/ist2_2485015_under_the_weather_mchipster243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been feeling sick the past couple days. I've had headaches, stomachaches, nausea, and I'm exhausted. I've spent a few days sleeping in way too long. Saturday was the worst. I slept all day until 5:30. I've never done that before. I really hope I'm not catching anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new is going on around here. I actually wish I had something to blog about. But, I have the worlds most boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, here is something interesting. The Douggers from TLC's 18 Kids &amp;amp; Counting are expecting baby #19. Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6476655771870837410?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6476655771870837410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6476655771870837410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6476655771870837410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6476655771870837410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title='Sick?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PE3mTj5XhYc/RvbV-M1qExI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YvxEBlN5fh8/s72-c/ist2_2485015_under_the_weather_mchipster243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-925700133699537075</id><published>2009-08-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:29:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday =)</title><content type='html'>This week has been a fun filled week. Many events here and there. I learned a lot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do a fun facts, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) This week, I totally stooped down to a 5 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; level. I just couldn't help myself. He announced he didn't have to listen to me, so two minutes later when he needed to talk to me, I told him the exact same thing. It didn't accomplish much. Really, it just prompted him to talk to me more about why I wouldn't talk to him. I love my job =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I wandered into Victoria's Secret earlier this week with a friend of mine and when the saleswoman caught me looking at bra's, asked if I needed to be fitted. I said no thanks, but she insisted, just to make sure I knew my 'proper' size. I reluctantly let her but stood my ground. Come on! I know my size! I've been dealing with my girls a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said you were in a 38C?" saleswoman asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! I knew I was," I responded, a little proud a proved her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, honey you've been wearing the wrong size."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, I was wrong. And trying on the bra she recommended only made me realize what I was missing in my life. But when recommended bra was $49.95, I bailed. I hear Target calling my name this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I mentioned before Zach started a new job. Awesome! What's not awesome is he has become a chatty-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kathy&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the night. Every so often (which give or take is 20 minutes) he stirs, and just starts talking! Half the time I can't understand him. What he's saying is mumbled or jumbled around. Other times, he laughs. And twice he's grabbed me and told me to watch out for stuff. Mostly he chats about boats. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday, and I'm exhausted. I got no sleep last night. I mean, I've been up almost twenty-four hours. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lately&lt;/span&gt;, me sleeping is a miracle. It's just not happening for me. Today I'm sure will be uneventful. I have no plans. Just a ton of laundry. Hope you all have a good weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-925700133699537075?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/925700133699537075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=925700133699537075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/925700133699537075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/925700133699537075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday.html' title='Friday =)'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5986790772167045282</id><published>2009-08-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:07:49.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My current state of chaos</title><content type='html'>-I have NO carpet in my room anymore. Some one, I don't know who,(DAD) came and cut it out of my room. Did I mention he just cut around my furniture? There are four blocks of carpet left where my dresser, desk, bed and shelf unit sit. I have the glorious task of choosing a day to move this stuff and take the rest out. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last night, I didn't sleep. I tried sitting in the dark, watching whatever was on TV, (which is nothing, but we'll soon hit that note), movie.. nothing worked. I got back online around 4am to watch YouTube videos and did that till 7. I had a three hour nap this afternoon, but I'm running on brain farts right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cable TV means nothing to me anymore. We have always had basic cable. Now, if that's what you have, you have NOTHING! We have channels 2-34. It used to be 2-82. There are no more than 5 watchable channels now, and my dad has no intention of getting the boxes to bring them back. Cry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zach and I have fallen into a funk. You know, the ones that hit every relationship every now and then? Nothing dramatic, no real fighting. We've been picking at each other. He works a million hours a week, and we haven't seen each other lately. It's just one of those times. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate California this week.The weather was cooling off and then, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;. Today it was hazy, muggy, scorching hot and overall, unpleasant. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open outside. It was awful. Bring on Fall!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As hot as it was outside, double the temperature inside. My mom ran the air all day, but it magically kicked off when my Dad got home. The house immediately heated right back up. My room sits right below the attic and above the garage. You might as well plunk my bedroom in the middle of Palm Springs in the dead of summer. My room cannot stay cool on its own like the rest of the house. Even now at 11pm, there is no trace of a breeze outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The worst part of all these complaints? It's only Monday. I wonder how much worse this week could get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5986790772167045282?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5986790772167045282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5986790772167045282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5986790772167045282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5986790772167045282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-current-state-of-chaos.html' title='My current state of chaos'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5745251779885439687</id><published>2009-08-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:42:50.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August already?</title><content type='html'>July was so filled with events, it kind of flew by. I've been away from my computer too much to even put in a significant blog about anything. Work, tons of family events.. I barely found time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, August is looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bleak&lt;/span&gt;. I really am looking forward to it. Besides working, I have nothing to fill my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calender&lt;/span&gt; with. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting and waiting for laundry to dry. Exciting right? We just got home Sunday night from Santa Barbra. My cousin got married and it was a fun weekend. I'm going to leave you with some fun pictures we took there. They had a photo booth! The whole idea was you got in, took a couple strips of pictures and then made a page for the married couple make into a scrap book. The station was filled with black &amp;amp; white paper, sharpies and a bunch of stickers. Fabulous idea, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do two family pages for her. One with Aunts &amp;amp; uncles, the other with all the cousins. So I only had to give up one picture =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366704574960514146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SnpdYHz8NGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3MeC9t3O2Tk/s320/fil+strips.jpg" /&gt; Everything looks beautiful in black and white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5745251779885439687?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5745251779885439687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5745251779885439687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5745251779885439687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5745251779885439687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-already.html' title='August already?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SnpdYHz8NGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3MeC9t3O2Tk/s72-c/fil+strips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3310209986725056337</id><published>2009-07-26T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:14:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, you know.</title><content type='html'>It's the end of a rough week, and I'm glad to see it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach got a new job! He's started Wednesday and has been working 12 hour days. I haven't seen him much, but I'm just thankful he's working. God knows we need the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with my lifelong friend Jessica yesterday, and that was a blast. We went out shopping and had a yummy dinner filled with gossip and catching up. We have been friends since kindergarten and have never lost touch. It's wonderful to have friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday, and I'm totally still wearing my PJ's. =]   Since Zach is working all day today, I'm just going to kick it old school at home. Pick up some stuff, clean some stuff and then sit on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; all day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3310209986725056337?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3310209986725056337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3310209986725056337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3310209986725056337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3310209986725056337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-you-know.html' title='Eh, you know.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3698257436187023348</id><published>2009-07-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:49:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SmQS2o-rS8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/39LgA-kwI10/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360430186400271298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SmQS2o-rS8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/39LgA-kwI10/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the best picture, but it's one of the only ones I have. That's my uncle. That was taken maybe two years ago. You couldn't tell he was sick. Thats how I love to think of him =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being there when he died wasn't easy, but it definitly brought some closure. We all knew it was for the best, it was what he wanted and everything would be okay. So far, so good. Nothing but sweet memories and good times with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitley a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle was one of the most loving people I knew. I miss him, but I treasure all the time we had with him. We're really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His memorial service is on Tuesday, and after that we're going swimming, having some drinks and BBQing. It's a celebration of his life. His curagious battle with ALS. We knew how hard he faught, how hard it was for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he's kicken' it up there. Drinking a Bud Light and playing 18 holes =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Uncle Jerry. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3698257436187023348?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3698257436187023348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3698257436187023348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3698257436187023348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3698257436187023348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-memory.html' title='In memory'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SmQS2o-rS8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/39LgA-kwI10/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4916397701480462965</id><published>2009-07-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:50:32.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest to blog</title><content type='html'>I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family dynamic is about to change, and I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm not sure if anyone is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be a roller coaster with no brakes. Days pass slow, but after Tuesday, it will have seemed too fast. How do you pre-pair to say goodbye to someone? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4916397701480462965?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4916397701480462965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4916397701480462965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4916397701480462965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4916397701480462965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/honest-to-blog.html' title='Honest to blog'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4007360840608833297</id><published>2009-07-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:04:00.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What. A. Day.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I truly wonder if I really do have 'Maid" tattooed on my forehead. Perhaps it's invisible ink and only the male species can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mountain of laundry to do today. Literally. I could put on my boots and hike up this thing. It's atrocious. So I did what every woman has done. Asked a guy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably convince &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; to pull his own teeth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-medicated before helping me with laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bunch of stuff that needs to be done around here today. Vacuuming, dusting, moping.. you name it, it needs to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in mood. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4007360840608833297?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4007360840608833297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4007360840608833297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4007360840608833297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4007360840608833297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-day.html' title='What. A. Day.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1586576784804797279</id><published>2009-07-06T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:35:26.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iGoogle</title><content type='html'>is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that I am just figuring it out? Am I behind? I don't know. I decided to mess around on the computer a few minutes before I take off to work, and I discovered....iGoogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my 1 week off is over. Gotta get my work grove back on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1586576784804797279?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1586576784804797279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1586576784804797279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1586576784804797279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1586576784804797279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/igoogle.html' title='iGoogle'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8087736867432854096</id><published>2009-07-05T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:13:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Today my family hung out at my aunts house. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBQ'd&lt;/span&gt;, drank and were marry. My cousin Joe was home for the weekend from San Diego. He was supposed to be in Kuwait by now, but as always with the military, things change. What was interesting about today was the topic of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe recently gave his girlfriend a diamond promise ring. I've had mine since Valentines Day, but mines crystal. Not that it matters, but the discussion of these rings went on to wedding details. My dream wedding I guess didn't fit the bill. Lets see what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another cousin on my dad's side getting married on August first. Her invitation was really intense. 3 meal choices, no children are invited, cocktail hour and so forth. Elaborate. Expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on a simple ceremony, perhaps near the ocean or something nice like that. The reception will be simple. No 3 meal choices, no buffet. I want my reception to be catered by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRGe8ybeuQ8/SJyobzN7D4I/AAAAAAAABRo/4UwAXiCdG3s/s400/Fuddruckers.gif" /&gt;No joke =) Choose what kind of burger you want, have them cook it and put your own toppings on it! With fries, salad and your choice of beverage. Done deal. Zach and I ate there last weekend and we decided on it. Burgers and beer. It's all you need!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cake idea also threw some family members off. I don't want a normal cake with fondant or fancy flowers or roping.  I want this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFlFtMFVyfY/RvySf_1IWlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nqzCiO9blJE/s320/119cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a wedding cupcake tower. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. My aunt wasn't to amused with this. I love the idea! Every wedding I've been to always had a big beautiful cake. So obviously, you expect to get a nice piece of it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nooope&lt;/span&gt;. Tiny little slivers are given out. The whole cake is never used up and it just sits there. I want to just have cupcakes. A nice serving and I can have all different flavors if I wanted to. Plus, it's much more laid back like we are. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my wedding to be relaxed. I don't want it to be an elaborate affair. Too much money goes into weddings these days. My mom loves all the ideas I've come up with. Fortunately, Zach does too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marriage is not in our immediate future. But planning the dream is fun. I guess I just want my wedding to be a little out of the ordinary. I'm not the kind of girl who needs all the extras. Just a good party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8087736867432854096?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8087736867432854096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8087736867432854096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8087736867432854096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8087736867432854096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRGe8ybeuQ8/SJyobzN7D4I/AAAAAAAABRo/4UwAXiCdG3s/s72-c/Fuddruckers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4621047114075916370</id><published>2009-07-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:30:29.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>If you asked me to my face what I've got going on in up coming weeks, off the top of my head I'd tell you "I don't have anything special to do AT ALL. My life is lame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, if I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; and think about it, I've got a lot going on. I had this whole week off so I've been feeling a little weird. When get a vacation week and don't do anything with it, I'd say you'd get this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on in July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The fourth, obviously. We'll be going to my aunts I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The Corn Fest is next weekend! The Corn Fest is a festival held in my town every July to celebrate.. well, corn. We grow it, it's the main crop coming out of here, thus we need to party about it. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;townies&lt;/span&gt; usually attend Friday evening because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; no crowds and it's not hot. Saturday is when all the surrounding areas come out and your chances of getting in by 3 are impossible. I don't go on this day due to the face its HOT, there are way too many people and you run our of things to do in 3 to 4 hours. The festival also holds a fire works show that night. Sunday is not as fun, everything is tired and its just ready to be over. Usually people are also getting annoyed that downtown is closed and they have walk everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Zach and I were invited to Clear Lake for four days near the end of the month. Boating, wake boarding, cabin, fishing, you name it. Sounds like a good time. We'd leave after I get off work on a Thursday and come back Sunday night. I'm excited =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) My work schedule is going to flair up after the kids and my boss get back from Arizona. She'll be starting school for nursing soon and she also got a job. It's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all that, I'm surprised I forget about it all the time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you all have an exciting Fourth of July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4621047114075916370?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4621047114075916370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4621047114075916370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4621047114075916370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4621047114075916370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-841529359713276142</id><published>2009-07-02T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:50:37.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been wronged and you had to wait for it to be made right through karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, karma came through to me this week. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took nearly a year for the whole issue to come full circle. A whole year for someone to get a clue. My and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; Dot have been gabbing about it for months and months. What we wanted to do, what we wanted to say, what could possibly take place in a dark parking lot. But we always came back to the fact that in time, what happened to us would come back to bite them. Nothing bad happened, at least it's not bad to Dot and I. It was exactly what needed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-841529359713276142?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/841529359713276142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=841529359713276142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/841529359713276142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/841529359713276142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/07/karma.html' title='Karma.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6514992158848573762</id><published>2009-06-26T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:54:19.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Day of my whole life...</title><content type='html'>Today has been the days of ALL days. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson.... I never saw that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first car accident. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ugggggggghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. And I wasn't even driving my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss Pam and I have been trading cars the past couple days. Plain and simple, hers has more seats than mine. Today I was driving the kids to swim lessons and somebody &lt;em&gt;hit&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My town is big for growing cherries, peaches &amp;amp; corn. Around now is when they harvest the corn so the past few days, there have been tons of semi's going up and down the same back roads I take to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped at a stop sign behind another person when a semi was turning onto this back road. Problem: he cut his turn to short and was coming into our lane. The semi wasn't stopping and was getting closer to the truck in front of me. I saw the truck in front of me reverse lights come on so I stepped on my brake to put the SUV I was driving into reverse to give him room. I the guy in front of me was panicked that the semi might hit him so he stepped on the gas. He floored it without looking and reamed into the front end of the SUV. I had no time to react at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years with a perfect driving record. Five YEARS. I know that this accident wasn't my fault, but I am totally peeved that this guy could have possibly killed the trust between me and the family I work for. Pam and her husband have total trust in me with their four kids. I'm angry he could have hurt them and me. I'm angry that Pam's car had to get towed because the bumper was crushed into the front tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary. I was horrified that it happened. The guy who hit me was really in a hurry so he gave me his insurance card and apologized &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, but then he left. I have never been in an accident so I didn't want to make him more upset than he looked. I had the kids with me and I wanted to keep them safe. I called the police when another woman I worked for got there to help me, but all the officer did was give me a packet to fill out and mail to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the day of all days, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6514992158848573762?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6514992158848573762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6514992158848573762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6514992158848573762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6514992158848573762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/06/longest-day-of-my-whole-life.html' title='Longest Day of my whole life...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-230186641826697015</id><published>2009-06-18T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:46:09.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>My name is Mel ,and this is the cake I baked for my moms birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Sjrn8rk6u2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/H1Jl73yE9JE/s1600-h/3178190119_23c96258d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348842537131621218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Sjrn8rk6u2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/H1Jl73yE9JE/s320/3178190119_23c96258d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it may not look as good as that one, but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hat's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the gist of what mine looks like, sans double layers. I'm not THAT crafty yet. So far, the double layer cakes I've attempted crumble faster than a toddler who needs a nap. And trust me, this week I've had enough melt downs at work. I don't need to have my own, especially one brought on by cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if my cake wasn't awesome enough, it was so hot INSIDE today, the frosting melted right off. The cake was nice and cool, so I frosted the thing. No more than 15 minutes later after writing "Happy Birthday Mom!!", I noticed 'Birthday Mom!!' was running down the bottom of the pan. Sweet right? My dad saw it when he got home and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bake another cake this weekend, same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tye&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dyeish&lt;/span&gt; fashion. Only since its fathers day and junk, I'll only use boy colors. Green, Blue &amp;amp; Yellow. Great, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm so poor, I was only able to afford the cake stuff, a card &amp;amp; a balloon for her. I figured giving birth to me is a gift in of itself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah right =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 46&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, Momma! You don't act a day older than 21 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-230186641826697015?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/230186641826697015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=230186641826697015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/230186641826697015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/230186641826697015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Sjrn8rk6u2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/H1Jl73yE9JE/s72-c/3178190119_23c96258d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1533417704882824570</id><published>2009-06-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:50:31.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not.</title><content type='html'>One of the biggest pet peeves about my life, is that of my nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time, people knew Mel was the shortened version of Melissa. Don't know why or how, they just knew. Growing into adulthood or whatever, people have started calling me by a name to which I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie is the number one assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody is guessed frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melrose&lt;/span&gt; was really off base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin was guessed by a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had friends who after knowing me years, ask me what my first name is. "What does Mel stand for again? Melanie, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt;, but more often than not, I get annoyed. Mel[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;issa&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someday I might just change it to save the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; of correcting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a Melanie? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1533417704882824570?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1533417704882824570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1533417704882824570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1533417704882824570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1533417704882824570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/06/not.html' title='Not.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3363074035646798356</id><published>2009-06-14T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:49:09.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new.</title><content type='html'>My blog has been looking a little lonely lately. Truth is, my life has been so not interesting lately. I work a lot, and if I'm not working, I'm out enjoying the very mild summer around here. Life is just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chuggin&lt;/span&gt;' along. Not too much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; time around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's coming up is my moms birthday on the 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and she, my dad and my two brothers are working a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; race at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sonoma&lt;/span&gt;. They are doing security there and doing so allows them to attend the race for free. It's Friday, Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday. I opted out. I like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nascar&lt;/span&gt;, but not a whole weekends worth. The boyfriend and I are going to putts around here and have some peace and quiet. Awe. A weekend alone with my guy =]   Oh. And the pets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that. How have you been lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3363074035646798356?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3363074035646798356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3363074035646798356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3363074035646798356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3363074035646798356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing new.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8675407285789981436</id><published>2009-06-06T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:00:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week..</title><content type='html'>This week has been chuck full of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is home from Colorado for a WEEK!!! I missed her really bad =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother officially graduated last night from high school. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated three years ago. I can't even believe it. I almost cried at the ceremony at the thought of it. My graduation seemed like it was last week. It's still that fresh. So much has changed between then and now, though. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this week will be full of events with Nichol. She lives and goes to school in Colorado and her parents fly her home every so often, but she never stays longer than like four days. This time she's here a week and it so awesome to not worry if I'll even see her. Her mom, even though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooove&lt;/span&gt; her dearly, gets weird when Nichol is home. She kind of forgets that Nichol has friends here too she'd like to see, and expects her to stay at home. I'm excited that won't be an issue this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have pictures later of David's graduation. My mom has no more kids in high school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the family grad party, so I better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scootaroo&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you all have a lovely weekend! It's beautiful outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8675407285789981436?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8675407285789981436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8675407285789981436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8675407285789981436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8675407285789981436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-week.html' title='What a week..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-2798110837843950180</id><published>2009-05-29T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:38:10.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeey =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoys.com/cartoy/images/WirelessImages/blackjack2Red-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoys.com/cartoy/images/WirelessImages/blackjack2Red-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally, &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;replaced the cell phone I broke in &lt;a href="http://november/"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yaaay&lt;/span&gt;!! That's a picture of what I got. The same exact thing I had. The reason I got another one is because they are really user friendly and I used mine for tons of things. It's just a simple smart phone. But I'm oh-so-in-love with it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day Weekend, Zach and I went camping with my family and had a grand old time. I think the only complaint we had really was that it was so windy. We were staying by two bodies of water, so no big shock there. I got a pretty awesome sun/wind burn while we were there too. I wore some stretchy leggings that came down to my mid calf and got totally burnt from where they stopped, down. It's the most weird tan line ever! My right leg is far worse from my left. I have no explanation on why either. I just look goofy now wearing shorts. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked hard all week, so I'm excited for some down time. Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-2798110837843950180?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/2798110837843950180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=2798110837843950180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2798110837843950180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2798110837843950180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/heeey.html' title='Heeey =]'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4641618346418049243</id><published>2009-05-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:31:57.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread knife to the finger</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought I'd have two injury entries in one week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I bravely took a bread knife to my left index finger. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; really no point in putting a picture up because it's covered in 3 band aides. I was cutting a loaf of sourdough bread when the knife slid across the crust and sliced through my finger instead. It's pretty deep, but not deep enough for stitches. If I had gone ahead to the ER, all they would have done is butterflied it or glue it shut. Nothing that I couldn't do myself for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. I think I may have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nicked&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt;, but who knows. A cut is a cut, and I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going camping for Memorial Day weekend. I have work early in the morning so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; I'll be home by noon or one-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard typing with these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bad aids&lt;/span&gt; on.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4641618346418049243?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4641618346418049243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4641618346418049243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4641618346418049243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4641618346418049243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/bread-knife-to-finger.html' title='Bread knife to the finger'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6879563544946049819</id><published>2009-05-19T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:01:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill bit to the hand.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Zach and I took off in separate ways. He went to his friend Clays to help out on a car. I went with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lex&lt;/span&gt; to go shopping. Few hours later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lex&lt;/span&gt; and I were in the Drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thru&lt;/span&gt; at Starbucks when Zach called me. He sounded whiny, panicked and just not good. He told me he had cut his hand and needed me to come to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about Zach and hurting himself, but he seems to transform back into a ten year old when he injures himself. He has no idea what to do, how to take care of it or keep a straight head even. Is that the way a lot of guys are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lex&lt;/span&gt; drove me over and I booked it up to Clays apartment where Zach was. He had been drilling underneath Clays truck when the drill slipped. I guess it had enough time to flip over and the weight was great enough for it to stab him in the palm. It bled quite a bit but it didn't seem to be to bad. I cleaned it and tried to get as much dirt and grime out of it as I could before calling an advice nurse to see if he should get it sewn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the nurse said he most likely didn't need to. Just keep it washed out and clean and all that junk. She did suggest him getting a Tetanus shot, but I don't know how much those cost without health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday we don't qualify for any insurance help from the state. You either have to be having a baby, a single mother with a baby or a large family with no money. Wheres the sympathy for young adults who work and can't take enough classes?! I need to be a full time student to stay on my parents health insurance, but I can't afford to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;. It's exhausting being 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6879563544946049819?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6879563544946049819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6879563544946049819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6879563544946049819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6879563544946049819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/drill-bit-to-hand.html' title='Drill bit to the hand.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7400719227954617435</id><published>2009-05-18T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:47:25.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California is baking, dontcha know?</title><content type='html'>All weekend, it has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craaaazy&lt;/span&gt; hot. You would not believe it was May here. It's been over a hundred degrees for almost 3 days. Yesterday I spent all day at my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lex's&lt;/span&gt; house. She has a pool and we were in it for almost 8 hours. There was really no point in getting out. We jumped off the waterfall, gossiped and chatted all day, all while getting nice and crisp. I have a tan!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night though was horrible. Swimming for 8 hours and climbing up a rock waterfall with muscles you haven't used in a quite awhile led to a painful evening. My left arm was killing me, my right arm was too, but not as bad as the left. Today I feel good, but there's a twinge of pain every so often. I need to get back to the gym. ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys all enjoy the day, where ever you are.  I'll be roasting in good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7400719227954617435?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7400719227954617435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7400719227954617435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7400719227954617435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7400719227954617435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-is-baking-dontcha-know.html' title='California is baking, dontcha know?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4075506350896533678</id><published>2009-05-15T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:48:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This entry will definitely sound bratty.</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit peeved, so at this point, whatever. I'm a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend broke my phone. He fell on it on accident and crushed the screen. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still usable, but I bought that stupid phone no more than 3 months ago, and its broken. I am pretty peeved because it happened in front of his friends and he kind of put on a show to make himself look cool and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You owe me a new phone, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;Him: What?! No way.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zach, it's not funny. You need to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;Him: It's not even that broken! You can still use it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's not the point! YOU broke it!! The least you can do is say you'll replace it.&lt;br /&gt;Him: No. It was an accident and you pushed me onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert HUGE frustration grunt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had done the same to his phone, he would have demanded the same thing. You almost expect someone who breaks something of yours to fix it or replace it. It's common courtesy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this makes me look bad. I more upset that he made it sound like it was nothing and he didn't care that its broken. I decided to go home to just be alone and blow off some steam, so he's still out and about now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; he has some time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4075506350896533678?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4075506350896533678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4075506350896533678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4075506350896533678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4075506350896533678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-entry-will-definitely-sound-bratty.html' title='This entry will definitely sound bratty.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5709925035502891106</id><published>2009-05-13T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:15:07.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you hate it when you get your hopes up?</title><content type='html'>I had a job interview on Tuesday for a nanny position. It paid way more than what I make now, and it was more steady hours. I drove all the way to San Francisco to meet this woman, had a great interview and all that jazz. She told me she had another person after me she was going to interview, but she promised to call that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she didn't, I kind of got the feeling I wasn't going to get it. She called tonight, and sure enough, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really upset, just more confused. I gave her great references and she made it sound like she was really interested in hiring me. I told the people who I listed to expect a call, and they all said not to worry, they'd say great things. I called them all tonight, and she didn't call any of them. Ugh. It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I still have a job. In most ways, I'm happy I didn't get it because I absolutely adore the families I work for. They're great people and I'd do anything for them. Hopefully, I'll pick up a few more hours here and there so my bills can get paid and I'll be able to start building my savings back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still good. Not cushy, but good =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5709925035502891106?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5709925035502891106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5709925035502891106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5709925035502891106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5709925035502891106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-you-hate-it-when-you-get-your.html' title='Don&apos;t you hate it when you get your hopes up?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3152590983655835784</id><published>2009-05-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:46:48.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my little brothers big 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Nothing really interesting happened all day, till about ten last night. My brothers friend, a girl, stopped by. At first I had no idea why, I thought she was there to say happy birthday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she was. But the real, real reason she was at my house was because her boyfriend decided to just kick her out of his car and leave her to walk home with no shoes or sweatshirt. When she was telling my the story, he was calling her over and over again. I told her not to worry, just let me talk to him. So, I called him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he was not thrilled I was calling and not his girlfriend. He tried to act all big and bad, cursing at me and screaming his pretty little head off. Like that was going to make me hand over the phone. I kept answering for maybe a half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd hang up and call back. I'd answer, he'd scream profanities and hang up. It was so funny. I'd just answer her phone and ask "Are you calm yet?" and this kid would lose it! I finally told him if he wanted to chat, meet me in front of my house. My friend Dorry always said to take your problems to the lawn and duke it out there. I thought, lets do that. I'll flag you down, whatever. I didn't really expect him to show up, but low and behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say this kid just looked like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt;. He walked up to me, no introduction of his name, and demanded to see his girlfriend. For me, that set the tone. I told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) whats your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) you &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;talk to her after you and I share some words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.) section B will be decided if and when if I see fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. We shared some very pretty words. But I'll be damned if some 20 year old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt; thinks its okay to just throw his girlfriend out on the curb, talk to a complete stranger the way he did and then think he's coming over to pick her up and not talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess I done my parent's proud. They (along with my brother and this girl) all stood in our front window and watched me tear this kid apart. He showed up all big and bad, but after hearing what I had to say, he wasn't as cocky. After a half an hour or so I went in and asked his girlfriend if she wanted to talk to him, so she went out. The walked across the street and talked for an hour and a half. I sat on the porch the entire time for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not going to let him be outside alone with her because she if significantly smaller than he is, and he made the mistake of telling me that he has to physically carry her to his car when they get in arguments. Sure enough, she turned to walk away from him and he shot up going after her. I started yelling at this kid telling him he was done, she walked away, he needed to leave. He made it halfway up my driveway before he saw me. He turned and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very interesting night. Very interesting. I had never called someone out like that and invited them over to my house to chat it out, but I'm glad I did. It was kind of empowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it to the lawn. And won. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3152590983655835784?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3152590983655835784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3152590983655835784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3152590983655835784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3152590983655835784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh my.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8961614470553848285</id><published>2009-05-06T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:44:35.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I'm 21 now! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thanks Donna for the birthday comment! It made me feel better =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8961614470553848285?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8961614470553848285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8961614470553848285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8961614470553848285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8961614470553848285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3199008384460366781</id><published>2009-05-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:17:40.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my birthday... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really going to happen, I'm sure. Boyfriend for sure didn't plan anything and if he did, he must be &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good at keeping a secret. I don't know. I always get a little depressed around my birthday. I always get the short end of the stick when it comes to it. No great surprise party, not much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully SOMETHING goes down, anything I hope. It'd be nice to get back what you give others on their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 hours and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3199008384460366781?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3199008384460366781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3199008384460366781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3199008384460366781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3199008384460366781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-220356788693807913</id><published>2009-05-03T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:37:10.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.. what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eslpod.com/eslpod_blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/pig-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.eslpod.com/eslpod_blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/pig-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me crazy, but I have no fears whatsoever about contracting this pandemic known as Swine Flu. None. Not even a little doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly enough, when I first heard of this sickness, I was like "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Psh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;. This will not even come within 100 miles of me. It never does." Less than a week ago, two schools were shut down no more than 15 miles from my house due to a single student having flu like symptoms. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even so, I think my chances of getting this crap is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty. I just got over a flu/cold and I'm feeling fine. The only thing left over is a nagging cough, which is unfortunate. Every single time I cough, people look at me funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wash my hands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt;, don't go out as often and just relax at home. I pretty sure I'm safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8922156986460968165-220356788693807913?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/220356788693807913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=220356788693807913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/220356788693807913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/220356788693807913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-what.html' title='Uh.. what?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8153359741323337753</id><published>2009-04-30T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:18:06.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new..</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting today. I'm waiting to go to work right now, but I still have 3 hours. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to my birthday: 6 days =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more to say. These couple of sentences are all I can seem to push out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to write when you've got little to say =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8153359741323337753?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8153359741323337753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8153359741323337753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8153359741323337753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8153359741323337753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing new..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4366818579219606181</id><published>2009-04-28T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:31:25.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight till twenty one.</title><content type='html'>Only eight days left on the countdown!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. My mom told me that she and my dad wanted to send me and Zach to Lake Tahoe/Reno for a weekend as my gift. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; totally excited. I've been to Lake Tahoe exactly one time for fifteen minutes and Reno probably twice. But I was really young and couldn't do anything but the games a Circus Circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jeni and her husband Clay want to come too, and that would be even more fun. Clay's birthday is this coming Saturday, May second. He'll be twenty six this year. Jeni is throwing him a party and I'm pretty sure we'll be having it at my house. Her mom cancelled on her at the last minute so she needed a place, asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working my cute behind off these past couple days. I need money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; and now even more so when we go to Lake Tahoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added this visitors thing where you can see where in the country people view your blog from, and when I tried it out, it said I was coming from Castro Valley, CA. I live like 40 miles from there. Weird. And I have no idea how to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, life is good today =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4366818579219606181?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4366818579219606181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4366818579219606181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4366818579219606181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4366818579219606181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/eight-till-twenty-one.html' title='Eight till twenty one.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7484957609634158642</id><published>2009-04-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:45:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen till twenty one.</title><content type='html'>I might be sick, but that doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; the thrilling fact that the date of my birth is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mere&lt;/span&gt; thirteen days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the new blog background show it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7484957609634158642?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7484957609634158642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7484957609634158642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7484957609634158642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7484957609634158642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/thirteen-till-twenty-one.html' title='Thirteen till twenty one.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4394088265126188351</id><published>2009-04-21T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:33:18.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm ill.</title><content type='html'>So I guess what I thought was allergies has turned into a crippling flu like monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is killing me, my nose is plugged, my ears are plugged, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; is non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt;, and so forth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible, but the show must go on.  I was lucky to get out of one job today because she ended up cancelling on me( Thank you Pam!!!!) which motivated me to get up and in the shower. After my shower, I laid on my bed and promptly fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure the heat is not helping. Last night at midnight, my room was sweltering. It's April folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work now, but the little one is already in bed. Her mom doesn't get home until 11:30 from work, so I have a few hours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4394088265126188351?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4394088265126188351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4394088265126188351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4394088265126188351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4394088265126188351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-im-ill.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m ill.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4661271814550791695</id><published>2009-04-20T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:30:12.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Se08ifT6MyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mM8beq_6R8g/s1600-h/melnmike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326980497467388706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Se08ifT6MyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mM8beq_6R8g/s320/melnmike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of me and one of my best friends, Mike back in October 2006. We've been friends since the seventh grade, and even though he went off to college, we still keep in contact. He's one of the few people from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-adult life I still know like I used too. We just never take pictures when we see each other these days =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he turned 21! He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; been drinking since 11am this morning, breaking only to make it to class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; returning to the pub in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rhonert&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been my best friend for years and years, and I feel bad I can't be there for his big birthday. I sent a card in the mail, but snail mail takes who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st Mike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4661271814550791695?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4661271814550791695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4661271814550791695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4661271814550791695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4661271814550791695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday.html' title='A birthday'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/Se08ifT6MyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mM8beq_6R8g/s72-c/melnmike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1655119951184457923</id><published>2009-04-20T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:56:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My allergies are a kickin'.</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my whole life, no joke, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; hard core allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like it one little bit. Plus, to add on to my sneezing, stuffy, sore throat misery, its HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom is baking, its steaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;outside and&lt;/span&gt; I'm praying it's a fluke. Summer has another two months before it shows its face and I really can wait until then. &lt;em&gt;Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach &amp;amp; I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; today and purchased a new shower head. It's one of those that they call the rainfall kind, or something. I'm hoping forty dollars was worth it. I might even go try it out in a few minutes. I miss the heat during winter, but I like being eased into it, not thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1655119951184457923?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1655119951184457923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1655119951184457923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1655119951184457923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1655119951184457923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-allergies-are-kickin.html' title='My allergies are a kickin&apos;.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6066069197434543723</id><published>2009-04-20T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:39:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez.</title><content type='html'>So its getting close to 12:30am, and I've spent two hours searching for my cat. He had gotten out earlier, but we caught him and dragged him back in. When everyone was getting ready to go to bed, my mom asked where he was, and I figured he was just somewhere in the house. Then my brother points out there is a window open in the dining room... with no screen on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked around the backyard, called his name; not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I drove around the block a couple times, scouted the main road by our house and check a few streets around our own. Nothing. We walked the same streets we drove and called his name, still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting bent out of shape because Carter had never been outside like that on his own. He's an indoor cat for more than one reason, and I like knowing he's safe here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave up after two hours and sat out back. Zach was smoking and we were just sitting there when we heard his bell. We waited a few more minutes and heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called his name, and he started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;. He could hear us but couldn't find us, and that makes him upset. He does the same thing inside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach walked to the other side of the street to the house behind us and went into the backyard (its a vacant house, so no biggie) and low and behold, there was our cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating when he gets out because he's so young and whatever. Plus, there are some people on our street that are not so nice and made issues about animals before. I just feel safe with the little bugger here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326674745172090338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SewmdXQG3eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XUCD4CSd-ao/s320/SSPX0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my kitty =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6066069197434543723?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6066069197434543723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6066069197434543723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6066069197434543723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6066069197434543723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeez.html' title='Jeez.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SewmdXQG3eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XUCD4CSd-ao/s72-c/SSPX0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5316416727665075630</id><published>2009-04-17T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:34:17.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>I did four loads on laundry today, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; any better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no work today, although tomorrow I will be up bright and early to be at work by 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be off by three, give or take, so the day won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; taken up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing too new going on around these parts. Who knew California could be so dull? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; makes it look terrific! Fun, eventful, beautiful... but for a price. Living here can make you go bankrupt in a heart beat. Zach just got his vehicle registration yesterday. The state hiked up the prices at years beginning, so now the registration costs more than the monthly payment. Thank you, Arnold Schwarzenegger. I'm afraid of what mine will look like come August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of August,  My dad's side of the family will be meeting up in Santa Barbra for my cousin Jenner's wedding! We'll be spending the first weekend of August there and I've never been before. All my cousins on my dad's side are in there thirties and forties and have kids, so shes the next to tie the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dryer is going off, calling me to fold towels. How thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5316416727665075630?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5316416727665075630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5316416727665075630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5316416727665075630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5316416727665075630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3880412167462082763</id><published>2009-04-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:02:33.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm hmmm.</title><content type='html'>The Bunny of Easter left me a huge basket of candy, the same as she has always done since I was born. The pickings never slim, I sit here munching on Snickers, Milky Ways and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reece's&lt;/span&gt; eggs to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tummy's&lt;/span&gt; content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do with out it. More than happily. But the East Bunny did not spend all that money on delicious treats for me to turn my nose the other way. That would be rude. Obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My mom... err, the Easter Bunny, would be offended. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was insanely uneventful. I worked. That's it. I wish I had something more to offer blog wise than eating myself fat and mentioning work. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; really all I got today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tomorrow will bring something worth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3880412167462082763?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3880412167462082763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3880412167462082763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3880412167462082763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3880412167462082763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/mmm-hmmm.html' title='Mmm hmmm.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-109572123817862084</id><published>2009-04-13T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:40:04.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin love =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; These are a few pictures from Friday night. Zach, my little brother David and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt; to see my cousin Joe before he took off for Southern California. He'll be there until June before he gets shipped off to Kuwait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party was really fun. We hung out for a couple hours, drank and had a good time. Joe and Sara have always been more like extra siblings rather than cousins. I met a ton of their friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275545826461810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SeOgZlNJCHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/V07eaw9xszY/s320/HPIM1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's Joe. Man of the hour, guest of honor, what have you =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275034229289426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SeOf7zW3sdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r0a-GhCwR4w/s320/HPIM1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Danielle and Sara. They have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Danielle is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unbiological&lt;/span&gt; family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324274303876920354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SeOfRSlS9CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7Jghmj66j7c/s320/HPIM1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sara and I after winning a round of beer pong against Joe and Zach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall the night was fantastic and I'm glad I went. There were a few sad moments but no crying. Joe left Easter morning so he was not present that day. Easter was nice too! I cooked with my parents, learned my Mom-moms deviled egg recipe and enjoyed my family. I had a good weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope you all did too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-109572123817862084?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/109572123817862084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=109572123817862084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/109572123817862084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/109572123817862084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/cousin-love.html' title='Cousin love =]'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SeOgZlNJCHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/V07eaw9xszY/s72-c/HPIM1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7933284965787586594</id><published>2009-04-08T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:08:58.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about that time again.</title><content type='html'>I do not do well watching my brothers/cousins/uncles get shipped off to the Middle East. This Saturday is my cousin Joe's turn. He volunteered for a tour of duty in Kuwait, so he is leaving for Santa Barbra for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Sara (his older sister) sent me a text earlier about a party she's throwing at her house for him. I'm going, but I'm afraid I'll be a party pooper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly why he decided to do this. I bet everyone who knows him knows why. I just wish he had done something else. I don't know what it's like to put your life on hold and wait for your father to pass away and this is like an escape from that. It's really sad to think that this very well may be the last time he sees his Dad alive. The next time I see him after this weekend will be at a funeral for his Dad. It's unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always worried when this happens. I'm afraid that Joe will leave, and not come back. We got lucky with both of my older brothers being in Iraq on two tours of duty. We got lucky with Joe's older brother Tom going to Afghanistan. It just never gets any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7933284965787586594?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7933284965787586594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7933284965787586594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7933284965787586594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7933284965787586594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s about that time again.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6829000660397184570</id><published>2009-04-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:00:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurbs.</title><content type='html'>There isn't too much going on around here these days. My family decided this year Easter will be held at our house. Weird!! My family nor my grandparents have hosted a holiday in 3 or 4 years. My uncles condition has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; all holidays at his and my aunts house, so its weird that they will all be coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wacky&lt;/span&gt;. It rains for five minutes, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stops&lt;/span&gt;. Then starts, then pours for two minutes, then stops. Last night there were two flashes of lightning and two rolls of thunder. Shortest thunder storm I have ever witnessed. I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; some food for thought. Does anybody think they're going to die of natural causes? I read recently that hot tea now gives you cancer! I have decided that my generation has no hope of making it out of this world without cancer. What doesn't give you cancer these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;. I need a new doorknob that preferably has a lock. I'm almost 21. Only like 3 weeks left! I deserve a lock on my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6829000660397184570?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6829000660397184570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6829000660397184570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6829000660397184570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6829000660397184570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/04/blurbs.html' title='Blurbs.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5364770599749102415</id><published>2009-03-29T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:23:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who I look like</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODM4NzA1NjU5MyZwdD*xMjM4Mzg3MDc*NTc4JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89MjEzYTA5MWJjMDA1NGM2OTg3MjI3NmM1ZDAyZjkzNDM=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/R/storage/site1/files/26/64/12/266412_129854e1840d948lergd17.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I look most like Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bosworth&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Interesting right? My guess, they paired me up with all these celebs because of my cheeks. If you ask me, my face shape is identical to Madonnas. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the fun things to do when you're bored =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5364770599749102415?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5364770599749102415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5364770599749102415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5364770599749102415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5364770599749102415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Guess who I look like'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1961596348938056314</id><published>2009-03-28T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:16:23.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have become a bad blogger.</title><content type='html'>But in all honesty, I think the unthinkable has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have become bored with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when I say it. Really,I sit on it for five minutes and then find myself trying to think of what I can do. Nothing, so I get off and go do something else. I feel like a bad blog follower too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna catch up after this and see what all of the people I follow are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past four days, I have worked three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I are better. The change in attitude was not welcomed by me and I had a few pretty words to express that, but in the end he got the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice relaxed Saturday and I hope you did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster-In-Law story coming soon. You know you can't miss that =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1961596348938056314?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1961596348938056314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1961596348938056314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1961596348938056314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1961596348938056314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-become-bad-blogger.html' title='I have become a bad blogger.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7291316862907792386</id><published>2009-03-24T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:08:47.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long week.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if many of the non-California residents heard about the four cops that were killed in Oakland this past Saturday, but it's been a rough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman I work for, Pam, her husband is an Oakland police officer. Thankfully, he wasn't working on Saturday but he lost two good friends that day. One who was an old partner of his. They've had a hard time this week, and Friday are all the funerals. Can you imagine? Four in one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching her two boys on Friday so they can attend the funerals. I feel so bad, but I don't know what to say. I've never lost four people at once. I've hardley lost anybody yet, so it's hard to relate. It sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a rough week for Zach and I. I guess we're going through a rough patch? I don't know. He's been a real jerk lately and I can't figure out why. He's been this way since we got back from his mothers house. He complains about everything, but won't do anything to fix it. He looks at me like I'm causing all his problems and when I fight back and tell him he's wrong, he freaks out. Its really frustrating. I can deal without all the cady remarks and immature snips here and there.  Whatever he's trying to accomplish isn't working with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. We all have good and bad times. I'm sick of him playing victim. Life was never intended to be easy and nobody gets handed things on a goldf platter. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7291316862907792386?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7291316862907792386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7291316862907792386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7291316862907792386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7291316862907792386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-week.html' title='A long week.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4656071262659119753</id><published>2009-03-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:08:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical difficulty.</title><content type='html'>My laptop is broken =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't crash, there are no viruses, nothing technical like that. The piece where the charger connects is broken inside. My friend Clay told me that laptops are only meant to last 3 years, give or take. Mine is exactly 3 years old. Zach said there is a possibility that Clay could fix it, but even he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. If its done, I'm going to cry. I can't afford a new laptop or even a desktop to replace it. My dad seems to think it can be fixed and if its broken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; too bad. So I can't expect help from him or my mom. Maybe I could push for a new one on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the "Monster-In-Law" story I had been typing up is not on blogger, its on Microsoft Word. On my broken laptop. Of course, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; always how it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that story will be on hold for awhile. Or at least until Clay can *hopefully* fix my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4656071262659119753?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4656071262659119753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4656071262659119753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4656071262659119753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4656071262659119753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/03/technical-difficulty.html' title='Technical difficulty.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6346957039936715889</id><published>2009-03-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:26:20.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love California. I'm glad all it took was 12 days away to make me realize I never ever want to move away fom here. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've started typing my journey in another entry, but it gets irritating when I'm writting it. So it may be one or two days before I get it all typed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had work this morning and I also work tomorrow. After being on vacation for that long, work was a nice welcomed adventure this morning. After a couple of fits and extreame lunch making, I had Caden off to pre-k on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad's birthday is today! He is now 52. And pretty much still doesn't act like it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312709019740619842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SbqItJynREI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7Q5J-ukzgPE/s320/s42288cb110061_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, I guess I'll go type up so more exciting, monster-in-law story for all to enjoy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6346957039936715889?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6346957039936715889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6346957039936715889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6346957039936715889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6346957039936715889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-home.html' title='I love home!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SbqItJynREI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7Q5J-ukzgPE/s72-c/s42288cb110061_33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-868787612381307115</id><published>2009-03-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:16:28.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>No internet sucks. I've spent half an hour trying to catch up on all the blogs I read and I'm not even close to done. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go home now. It's been a tough trip in some aspects, and home has never looked better. I keep reminding myself of the days left and want them to go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, I'll probably explain the whole situation just to sort it out to myself. It's really interesting, actually. Or, to skip ahead, you may just want to go watch Monster In Law with Jennifer Lopez to get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound bitter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-868787612381307115?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/868787612381307115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=868787612381307115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/868787612381307115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/868787612381307115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3498351914929112987</id><published>2009-02-28T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:47:18.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I did find internet.</title><content type='html'>We got here safely and have been running all over seeing Zach's family since. I'm still not adjusted to the time change at all, but it'll happen. Florida right now seems to be almost identical to California. The only differences are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) We have a tornado warning tonight.... uh. Excuse me?!&lt;br /&gt;2.) It was 82 degrees today. In February.&lt;br /&gt;3.)It is SO flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more to come over the next week and a half. We have no set plans so whatever happens, happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3498351914929112987?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3498351914929112987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3498351914929112987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3498351914929112987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3498351914929112987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-did-find-internet.html' title='So I did find internet.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-2551661999167514682</id><published>2009-02-26T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:45:49.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours &amp; counting.</title><content type='html'>I have not had a speck of time to blog over the past week. I've been working, planning, packing &amp;amp; shopping. Time has flown by so fast this week, and now were getting ready to bail on good ol' California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, nervous, tired and so not sleepy at the same time. I'm worried I'm going to forget something, worried I'm going to get bored on the plane and so on. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided there is really no point in sleeping tonight. We're leaving for the airport at 4:30am, and I'm the person who gets too excited to sleep. Or maybe its anxious... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to blog from Florida. As far as I know, Zach's mom doesn't have internet. I'm hoping I'll be able to snag someones connection or the city has free public access. Cross your fingers for me! I don't think I'll last not being able to check up on my favorite blogs and see what everyone is up to. Or my myspace. Or email. Ugh. The horror! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able to update from the airport... jeez. Two weeks of sunny Florida and I'm worried about net connections. Pa-thetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the East Coast(hopefully, haa)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-2551661999167514682?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/2551661999167514682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=2551661999167514682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2551661999167514682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2551661999167514682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-hours-counting.html' title='6 hours &amp; counting.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4363955043101477143</id><published>2009-02-20T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:02:50.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever played a waiting game? You know something is going to happen, but it's just a matter of when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my family is playing this game. My uncle Jerry has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amyotrophic&lt;/span&gt; lateral sclerosis (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALS&lt;/span&gt;), also known as Lou Gehrig's disease. In a nut shell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALS&lt;/span&gt; disables you by wasting away a nerve cell called motor neurons of the brain and spinal column. It basically takes away your ability to control muscle movement a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get diagnosed with this disease, you are pretty much given a time limit. My uncle was initially given five years. That was three years ago. It has progressed viciously in two years and last night my mom told me that he had lost all his upper body strength, was now bed ridden, and he put himself on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DNR&lt;/span&gt;. Do Not Resuscitate. So, the next time he has a problem breathing or anything happens with him, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. I know he is going to pass away soon. I've known for a couple years what he has would end his life. I knew that his time was limited. But your never really ready for someone whose been there your whole life to go. I can't imagine what my cousins must feel. We're super close, but the topic of their dad never comes up. It's too hard to talk about. My oldest cousin Tom lives in Italy because he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stationed&lt;/span&gt; there and there is talk about bringing him, his wife and there two kids home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm afraid this will all go down as soon as I leave for Florida. My mom said not to worry, that he'd rather have me there than here being sad about him. As true as that is, I couldn't leave my family. I couldn't leave my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I don't know what I'd do 3,000 miles away. I almost feel selfish. Selfish because I want this whole thing to wait until I'm back. Selfish because I want to go when I know I should stay. The trip was planned before all this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get a sign from somewhere that points me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4363955043101477143?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4363955043101477143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4363955043101477143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4363955043101477143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4363955043101477143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-played-waiting-game-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5882091756413483997</id><published>2009-02-19T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:07:02.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 8 days to go.</title><content type='html'>Getting sleep seems to be impossible these past couple nights. I'm up all night into the early morning. I feel asleep around 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; this morning and was awake by nine. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; in bed for awhile with my cat before my mom knocked and asked why I wasn't up yet. After a few minutes she started freaking out about why I hadn't packed for Florida yet. What was I thinking, how old am I, do I have to be babied... all that mom stuff. I let her go until right before she went to the garage to pull out suitcases. It was at that point I felt like it was okay to remind her I wouldn't be leaving for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done laughing, she offered to go shopping with me. I need a comfy button up sweater to wear on the plane, a purse big enough to hold my regular purse things and some carry on items, some new tanks and another pair of jeans. My goal this trip is to make a good first impression on his Mom &amp;amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out yesterday that my aunt has a brain tumor. It's not malignant, thank goodness, but it's been impairing her eyesight and motor skills. So they've decided to remove it and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; is the day I get back from Florida. My mom said as bad as the situation sounds, she didn't want me and Zach to cancel our trip or make any changes. Life happens I guess. What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess today I'm going to head into San Francisco with my boyfriend. He said he wanted to spend a day together and wanted to go somewhere we havn't been in awhile. Should be fun =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5882091756413483997?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5882091756413483997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5882091756413483997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5882091756413483997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5882091756413483997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-8-days-to-go.html' title='Only 8 days to go.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7357697009062062113</id><published>2009-02-17T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:03:39.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiiide awake.</title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's close to 6am, and I didn't sleep at all. I wasn't even close to being tired for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;, and as time wore on I felt a little worn out. But honestly, there is no way I am going to fall asleep at 6am. What a waste of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining pretty much non-stop the past couple days. I am close to getting sick of it. I'm glad were getting it because it seems my state is always in a drought. There are already water restrictions in part of the Bay Area, and sooner or later it'll reach my town. It's just a matter of time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt;. What really ticks me off is the weather people on the news. Good lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First all you here is this: "Around this time of year we see an annual rainfall of 5 inches, Karen. But as of right now we've gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; .07, and the next two weeks will be sunshine and warm weather. It's unfortunate. There is not nearly enough snow pack to last us until next winter and the dry conditions starting in May could really be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt;. Back to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as if on point, it starts to rain. A nice steady rain. No joke, 3 days into this steady rain, the weather people are freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the Bay Bridge we have Tom Herbert reporting on all this incredible rain we've been having! Tom?" *insert camera shift* &lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Karen! As you can see behind me, the roads are slick, the wind has picked up and traffic is as backed up as it can get. There have been reports of literally dozens of accidents, left and right, people are just sliding all over the place Karen! It's a real mess. My advice, stay off the roads if possible. This system has no intentions whatsoever on letting up. Back to you." *insert another camera change*&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Tom. Stay dry! It's 5:53 am and Channel 7 is just getting reports of flooding all over the bay area. Due to the constant rain there are fallen tree's in the Santa Cruz area giving drivers a hard time this morning and leaving thousands in the dark. Goodness I hope this rain lets up! We could all use a break from it! We'll keep you updated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used actual dialog from ABC 7 that I watched while writing this. They drive me nuts. There is always something to complain about and nothing ever makes anyone happy. Theres not enough rain, now there is too much... As long as I'm not getting charged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; this summer for water, I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7357697009062062113?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7357697009062062113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7357697009062062113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7357697009062062113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7357697009062062113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/wiiide-awake.html' title='Wiiide awake.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-172061590237035730</id><published>2009-02-12T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:25:43.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.</title><content type='html'>We will be Florida bound on the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February at 8am. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got online as soon as Zach told me his mom has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; the money and found two round trip tickets for under $5&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;.00. I'm a little weary about being at the airport by 6:30am because it's an hour away from my house, plus Bay Area traffic.. it makes me want to cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I also talked about it last night, and he wanted to stay out there longer than 5 days. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; seen his mom in 3 years, so we'll be with her almost two weeks. We also had to change the dates so I would miss only one official day of work. I work every Thursday for the same lady, and pretty much the other days I work I just go when they call me. So We'll leave on Friday the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and be back by March 11. In that period, I'll only be missing one day. So it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how excited I am?  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-172061590237035730?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/172061590237035730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=172061590237035730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/172061590237035730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/172061590237035730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3816468454525082936</id><published>2009-02-11T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:32:42.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting things today!</title><content type='html'>A few exciting things happened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My oh so lovely boyfriend brought home a pretty little blue and white bag with the word 'Swarovski' written on it. I got a huge smile because I knew that's where the ring I wanted is from. He smiled, waved it in my face and said "Too bad you have to wait until Saturday to open it." He's such a turd =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Zach's mom sent us an invitation to his grandfather's 80th birthday. Since we are strapped for cash said she'd pay for his ticket and part of mine. We talked about it and asked my mom for some advice. We looked up flights and ticket prices before deciding today that we'd go. The cheapest fair we found was through United Airlines for $253.00 a person. We called her today and told her, and she's ecstatic! We are too. This will be my first time meeting his mom face to face. We've talked on the phone, on the computer and have seen each other through web cam, but have never &lt;em&gt;met&lt;/em&gt;. We are leaving February 26 and coming back March 4. Sometime tomorrow she is going to transfer money into Zach's bank account to pay for the tickets and we'll be all set to go. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I bought a new cell phone off Ebay today! It's a Motorola Razr that's pink with a cherry blossom design on it. It was about $85.00. Not too bad for a new phone. After the tragic loss of my Blackjack II, I just used my old Razr. Sadly, it's encountered battery life problems and needs to be recharged way too often. It also freezes on me all the time. Annoying! I figured since I'd be across the country at the end of this month, I'd need one that is reliable. I just need it to get through the rest of my AT&amp;amp;T contract that ends in December before I either switch providers or sign a new contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the next few weeks. It's looking pretty good from here =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-3816468454525082936?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3816468454525082936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3816468454525082936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3816468454525082936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3816468454525082936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/exciting-things-today.html' title='Exciting things today!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6783802131171101944</id><published>2009-02-10T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:22:42.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>This morning I had a bad seizure. I spent twenty minutes crying before I was able to calm down and relax. I was able to fall asleep, and I slept in until noon. I still feel tired, unbalanced and my legs are aching. That's all normal for me the whole day. What's bothering me is a new symptom. I'm feeling really light headed and I'm having a problem focusing in on things. It's really strange and unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should call my doctor, or maybe even the nurse help line thing. But every time I've done it before, they can't understand what my problem is and in the end I get nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously starting to think I have a tumor someplace in my body. My brain? My spinal cord?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. If I could only find a dang doctor to listen to me and really want to help me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aspirin&lt;/span&gt; or anything help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dizziness&lt;/span&gt;/light headed-ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so. I'm home by myself right now too. I hope a nap helps. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6783802131171101944?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6783802131171101944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6783802131171101944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6783802131171101944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6783802131171101944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4898483230458690190</id><published>2009-02-09T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:06:34.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allll about Valentines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/valentines_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I decided to venture out and get Zach's Valentines gift. I ended up finding him the Family Guy movie thing he wanted and some other little things at Target. Nothing too expencive, as always. Plus, I love Target. I spent an hour and a half in there today. I always get him some red roses, card and some form of candy he likes too, but I don't have to worry about that until Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually really excited about Valentines this year. I've been dropping hints about this ring I looove. I've been mentioning it since before Thanksgiving, when I first saw it. The other day he mentioned "Oh, isn't Valentines Day coming up or something?" I answered yes, and left it alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day I said "Valentines Day is this up coming Saturday" and got a shrug with no verbal responce. It gave me a weird feeling he was up to something. I really think he's either gotten me the ring or something like it. The past two years, he's never said anything about Valentines Day until &lt;em&gt;the day &lt;/em&gt;of&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;He's always gotten me something I love. I also want to make sure everyone knows if I do end up getting this ring (and I hope I do.. eeek!), its not a promise ring or an engagment ring or anything like that. It's pretty much just an I love you ring. After two years and three months, I think I kind of deserve it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately, Zach has been a bit more selfless than he used to be and I can't even tell you how great it is! The other day he called me while I was at work and told me that he was on his way to Lowes to find the part to fix our closet door. He told me he had been on the phone all morning to his phone company trying to get a new phone, but decided against it because the cost was too high. He had the money, but didn't end up doing it. He told me he needed to focus more on other things and put his money to better use, &lt;em&gt;like fixing the closet.&lt;/em&gt; I was floored! The Zach I knew would have bought the phone, and he didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just makes me so happy. I know he's been reluctant to grow up and get his you-know-what together, but I think he's getting the hang of it. BTW, he did get a new phone for himself like a day later (=]) but he chose a less expencive one at a very fair price. So, you may not be able to break bad habits completley, but at least it's been dented right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4898483230458690190?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4898483230458690190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4898483230458690190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4898483230458690190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4898483230458690190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/allll-about-valentines.html' title='Allll about Valentines.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8590524929404814441</id><published>2009-02-03T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:34:55.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random entry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the urge to go fishing. Like really bad. And I don't even like fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also really want to go camping and go to the beach and do other out side things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a day full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, conversation and relaxing. I'm at my friend Jeni's house right now blogging my heart out while she and Zach battle it out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Sports. Not much else has really gone on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of tired and really feel like sleeping, but it's only 6:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also really feel like playing Rummy, but nobody wants to play with me. I'm actually really good and I hardly lose, so that may be a factor in why nobody wants to play. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm planning on taking a bunch of my unused clothes to the good will. I found plenty to get rid of. I also found a bunch of shirts I'm going to cut up and make a blanket with. They all have designs and stuff on them so it should turn out pretty cool. I hope to have it done by the end of this month. That should take up some of my very obvious free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, I'm off. I'm being summoned for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling! Heck of fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 80px; height: 46px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-8590524929404814441?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8590524929404814441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8590524929404814441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8590524929404814441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8590524929404814441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-entry.html' title='A random entry..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-4012743710308713357</id><published>2009-02-02T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:33:33.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's month two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentines Day, President's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I work every Thursday, and pretty much am on call otherwise. I don't mind. Other than that, this month is seriously empty. I need to make some plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, my friend Jeni is out of the hospital and back home. She seemed normal and was herself, so I'm glad she's okay. Zach and I went over to her house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt; thing with Jeni and her husband. It was fun. She cooked and we vegged out all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt;, we watched Saw V. It wasn't as gross or as long as the other four, and despite it being gory and such, I liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's another Monday. Laundry day, and I have plenty of it to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-4012743710308713357?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/4012743710308713357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=4012743710308713357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4012743710308713357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/4012743710308713357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-month-two.html' title='It&apos;s month two.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-5631000917798522903</id><published>2009-01-31T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:40:23.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry to all you faithful readers! (insert cricket chirp here.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been busy these past couple days. Working, busy around the house, and worrying my little blond head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was at work on Thursday and right as my boss got home, I got a text message. It was from my friend Jeni so I checked it. Here's what it said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just wanted to let you know Jeni is in the hospital. She collapsed in Castro Valley. They think it's her heart. I just got here. Just wanted to let everyone she talks to know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not exactly the thing you want to here via text message. I was confused and showed my boss and she asked me if it was a joke. I had no idea. She pretty much shoved me out the door telling me to call Zach and make sure this was serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called Zach with no answer. I got home and called again. He answered and I told him about the text and he was just as shocked as I was. He got off the phone with me to call Jeni's husband Clay to see what was going on. Clay told Zach that they were in Castro Valley visiting his mom and they were at Starbucks when she just collapsed. He called 911 and she was rushed to a near by hospital. So far all I know is that her heart was inflamed and its not pumping her blood correctly. I have no idea about the severity of her problem or anything. I called her phone but it was off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last we heard, she was maybe going to be moved to Stanford Hospital because they have an amazing cardiac unit. Until we can get a hold of Clay again, we won't be able to visit her or help Clay out with their daughter or food or anything. We've done what we can do for right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes me sad though. It doesn't feel like I've done enough. I really value their friendship and they have been nothing but good to Zach and I. I feel like now is the best time to return the favor. It's frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... I have work again tonight at 6. After that I'm supposed to be hanging out with some friends, but we'll see how that turns out. I'm not really feeling up to it. Hope you all have a good weekend =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-5631000917798522903?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/5631000917798522903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=5631000917798522903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5631000917798522903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/5631000917798522903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-mia.html' title='I&apos;ve been M.I.A.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6482920682657459630</id><published>2009-01-24T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:42:26.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man oh man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; day already and its not even four o'clock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys drive me nuts. It's official. Simply asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt; to pick up his jeans and bag the garbage can today set off World War 3. We rarely have these big blow up fights. You know, the kind where you prod and poke and make nasty comments to make the other feel bad? Yeah, it was that kind. We calmed down enough to apologize to each other, but we decided to just spend the rest of the day away from each other to avoid fueling anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's weird. Sometimes I feel judged by other people because we have these fights. I've had people [who are no longer my friends] tell me how unhealthy it is to fight like this and we might as well call it quits now. They've said it's not normal, it's verbal abuse. My favorite was from a girl I am no longer friends with. She said because she and her boyfriend of 3 months hadn't ever done that, we shouldn't either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know people fight like we do. I hear stories about it all the time and it doesn't seem like a big deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there are other people who act like they would never in a million years say something hurtful to the one they love. They've never fought seriously ever and have been the happiest they've ever been all the time. Never any threats of ending the relationship, saying how much they wish they were different, nothing. It's like putting on a show for everyone, making it look like your the happiest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to dinner with my best friend Dorry. She is like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unbiological&lt;/span&gt; sister. She has never once let me down in the time I've known her, and I know tonight will be no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for this blog. I'd be driving myself crazy without being able to think this out by writing it down =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6482920682657459630?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6482920682657459630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6482920682657459630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6482920682657459630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6482920682657459630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-oh-man.html' title='Man oh man.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-6992395619369047480</id><published>2009-01-23T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:55:11.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel cheated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Nintendo Wii. I especially love Wii Sports. I'm actually good at sports that way. Tennis, baseball, and bowling are my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last night, a few of my friends &amp;amp; I decided to go bowling and hang out. It was basically a couples bowling night. We got some food, those of legal age got drinks and we were ready to play. I was like "Yes! Lets see if Wii helped me improve!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, on Wii, I can score in the 200's and higher. I can get six or seven strikes in a row and be top dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a sad reality check when I bowled in real life and on my first game I scored a 67.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. It was an ego killer. I had a lot of fun though. And I think were going to do this once a week. So hopefully my real skills will catch up to my Wii skills.  Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-6992395619369047480?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/6992395619369047480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=6992395619369047480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6992395619369047480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/6992395619369047480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-cheated.html' title='I feel cheated.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-2547124789069968387</id><published>2009-01-21T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:40:39.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Bean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I'm watching my friend's daughter Jordan. She has a class to go to and her regular sitter fell through today, so I happily left laundry and cleaning at my house to come and play instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for now. She's glued to an episode of the Backyardigans =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, there's nothing too interesting going on in my life. Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only interesting thing I have to look forward to is a girls night sometime this weekend. It'll be nice. I haven't had a group of girls to hang out with in a long time and it's so nice to have that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna get on out of here. I got a cute little girl to play with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-2547124789069968387?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/2547124789069968387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=2547124789069968387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2547124789069968387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2547124789069968387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-with-bean.html' title='A day with Bean.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-7340641413119733565</id><published>2009-01-20T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:45:57.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four hours, twenty one minutes and thirty seconds until a new era in our country begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm up at four thirty in the morning ironically, because there is no way I'm going to miss this historic event. I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am to have a new president, one that I truely do believe in and have high expectations for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do believe President Elect Barack Obama will bring a change to our nation. And it can't come soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am willing to accept that he will make mistakes, nothing happens over night and it will take time. I don't expect a miricle out of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you didn't vote for him, don't convince yourself he's going to run us into the ground. Have some faith. Nobody is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've waited for this day for so long, I'm ready to see it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four hours, fourteen minutes and 34 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-7340641413119733565?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/7340641413119733565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=7340641413119733565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7340641413119733565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/7340641413119733565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1578151797907547493</id><published>2009-01-18T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:16:59.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can get across really is the fact that I'm pooped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriends party went awesome. Fiesta theme is fun &amp;amp; makes a great party, no joke. Try it =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These past couple days have been so busy, all I want to do is sleep my life away. But I can't. I have work tomorrow. I must say this too.. taking a break from school [even if it was due to money issues and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scheduling&lt;/span&gt; conflicts] has made my life practically stress free. And it feels so good! The community college I go to started Thursday &amp;amp; even though my plan was to enroll last minute, I just couldn't come up with the money. I guess it's all part of growing up. Money becomes a bigger problem and you have to compensate accordingly. School just didn't make the cut this time around, as sad as it is. But I also need to give my brain a rest, recollect and find what I want to go to school for before I waste my time &amp;amp; money there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on a new path. After feeling it out, I've come to feel it's okay. I'm my own person. I can make my own decisions. I know whats best for myself right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also followed the crowd with this signature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nifty&lt;/span&gt; I must admit. I saw it on numerous blogs, and I just had to follow along. Don't you just love it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/50/7860A96DE398A858147666826FF05FB3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-1578151797907547493?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1578151797907547493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1578151797907547493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1578151797907547493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1578151797907547493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-weekend.html' title='A great weekend.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8320838345300548135</id><published>2009-01-12T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:57:44.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la fiesta!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An afternoon of browsing, brainstorming and goofing off led to a conversation that decided it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An hour and $91.00 later, my handsome boyfriend will be getting a 'surprise' fiesta twenty first birthday party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I tried to make the whole thing a big shocker surprise bit, but no one showed any interest, nor offered any help. I called and called and asked and begged. Nothing.*eye roll*Next time someone wants to be all cool and awesome and throw a surprise party for someone they care about, don't even bother asking me. No money, No "can you bring something?", No "can you be here in the morning to set up?", NOTHING. I'm tired of doing things for people in hopes they will return the favor when I need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, because some were not so nice, I decided to just ask Zach if he wanted to have some people over and he said sure. I told him to call everyone he wanted there and made sure to tell them 8pm on Friday. Before hand, he is going to be meeting a few guys at a bar or his first "legal" drink.We'll be setting up all the stuff as soon as he leaves. The fiesta theme will be the surprise and I must say, it's going to be quite the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All the stuff is in the trunk of my car. I got plates, napkins, cups, wall decorations, hanging decorations, a blow up cactus, a blow up chili pepper, a blow up sombrero cooler thing... I got the birthday boy a sombrero he's going to have to wear all night. lol. I'm going to make a list of rules he has to follow to insure that it doesn't come off all night. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My mom picked out a pair of orange beads with a plastic shot glass attached to the bottom of it. She was getting as into it as I was! We are planning on making a chili pepper shaped cake on Friday. That is going to be very interesting. I'm afraid it's going to go badly and were going to have to go buy one =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I still have some other things to buy. I need crepe paper and I want to get a pinata. I have a balloon order set for pick up on Friday, but I might need to add a few more on to tie outside. Beats me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have so much to do before Friday. Ack!&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/8922156986460968165-8320838345300548135?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8320838345300548135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8320838345300548135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8320838345300548135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8320838345300548135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/viva-la-fiesta.html' title='Viva la fiesta!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-676183792411504499</id><published>2009-01-09T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:34:30.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday in the making.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s288/Sunshine62637/happy_birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s288/Sunshine62637/happy_birthday_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zach's big 21st birthday is exactly a week from today. I've been tossing the idea of a surprise party for him around since November, but I've never been big on birthday parties. Neither is he. Were the people that never get thought of for our own birthday by friends. We're not the kind who get surprise parties, anything special. It's not that important, but sometimes it gets irritating when everyone else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; that kind of thing on their birthday and your expected to pitch in with money, help out all day and stay the whole time. Sometimes you just want that in return, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I figured 21 is the birthday most looked forward to, so I've spent a majority of my afternoon plotting and scheming. Calls have been made to friends, I decided to make the cake myself, and made a shopping list for chips, dip and of course, alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom so graciously agreed to shop for that last item for me =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not dropped hints, haven't mentioned the word party, nothing. The most I've brought up is there anything special he wanted and if he knew if his friends were planning anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to get decorations, balloons, all that good party stuff.  I don't know if the party will be held at our house or one of our friends house. We'll see. The goal is to make this go so unnoticed, he'll freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully he will learn by example and I'll get a big 21st too =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-676183792411504499?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/676183792411504499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=676183792411504499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/676183792411504499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/676183792411504499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-in-making.html' title='A birthday in the making.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-484127716470770628</id><published>2009-01-08T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:11:14.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiny post from the boyfriends computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of frustration, I pulled the plug on my HP and let the thing die. It's battery life without the charger is about 45 minutes, maybe. I read on &lt;a href="http://rachels/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rachels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog that if you unplug it and let it die and plug it in 5 hours later, it might extend the battery life. She was going to try it so I wanted to try too. I have yet to plug the stupid thing back in, and right now, I have no desire to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today was a better day than yesterday. I started babysitting for a woman I know who is starting nursing school. Two days a week now, and five days come March. It was a great day. After I left, I got on the phone with Bank Of America to see if I could get the stupid over draft fee's deducted a bit. $75.00 for two charges under $10.00 total was a bit too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; for me. It got a bit worse after having a complete stranger tell me I need to be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; with my money and make sure I have it before spending it. Rude much? Shockingly, the reduced it!! So now I only owe like $30.00 or something. Thank goodness. I'm not made of money and no one these days are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tonight I'm hoping to lay around the house and do nothing. I need to move some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; around to make my room more livable before I go nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a good night =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-484127716470770628?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/484127716470770628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=484127716470770628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/484127716470770628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/484127716470770628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiny-post-from-boyfriends-computer.html' title='A tiny post from the boyfriends computer.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-8083265533076668191</id><published>2009-01-07T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:01:08.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad &amp; the ugly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today has been a serious day of ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Up- I sent my car payment in. A bit late, but better late than never, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Down- A new one came right after the one I sent was taken. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Down- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; my bank account was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;over drafted&lt;/span&gt; when I used my card. I charged $1.92, Bank Of America shoots an over draft fee of $35.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Up- A lady I baby sit for sometimes got into nursing school after being wait listed, and starts tomorrow. She called me in a panic and hired me to watch her youngest son Trent five days a week. I was freaking out about money when she called =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Down- My laptop is crapping out big time. A few weeks ago, Zach bought a virus/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; protection thing at Best Buy for his new laptop and told me to install it on mine. I got rid of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MacAfee&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;) and installed it. It took pretty much all night to do. I ran a scan, and surprise! My sad laptop is chuck full of viruses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trojans&lt;/span&gt;. I have no clue how to get rid of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sadly, there is no up to that last one. I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MacAfee&lt;/span&gt; screwed me over big time. It really looked like it was keeping all those off my laptop, but I was fooled. I'm thinking about getting rid of AOL all together. They're on my you-know-what list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also with this new job I took, I'm going to have to scoot my school schedule around. I'm debating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not a break is in order. My brain feels fried half the time and sometimes I feel like I should be focusing on making more money. I've reached that time in my young person life where money is top, even before school. If anything, I'll stay enrolled in a class or two and just take my time. I honestly don't feel bad or whatever about not keeping up with my friends or people my age getting through school. I need to make sure I have an income to even pay for these classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ugh... I need some Exederin.&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/8922156986460968165-8083265533076668191?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/8083265533076668191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=8083265533076668191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8083265533076668191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/8083265533076668191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad &amp; the ugly.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-1593450239799888806</id><published>2009-01-06T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:29:24.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like throwing my computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Really. I have all these pictures and can't do anything with them. I can't upload them to blogger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. It'll go through the whole loading process and once it finishes, it'll say 'error' or 'your computer isn't connected to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;' or something equally frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It has to be my computer. There is no way every site I try to put pictures on is screwed up all at the same time, especially because everyone else seems to be loading pictures perfectly. I scanned for viruses, erased cookies, got rid of programs I never use on my computer. I even deleted old pictures. Nothing seems to be helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My laptop is only about two and a half years old and it's already taking a dump. What.The.Heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't have the money to replace it right now. I don't have the money to take it to get fixed. I'm thinking about just putting my pictures on my flash drive and having my Dad revamp my whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hard drive&lt;/span&gt;. Just clear the whole thing and start from scratch. There just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to be any other option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm grumpy because I'm still tired. I fell asleep as soon as I posted my entry yesterday and slept until seven or so. I fell asleep again close to one and slept until nine this morning. I blame this awful cold. I'm going on two weeks with it and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. The girl who never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; sick has already had two colds in two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/8922156986460968165-1593450239799888806?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/1593450239799888806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=1593450239799888806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1593450239799888806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/1593450239799888806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-throwing-my-computer.html' title='I feel like throwing my computer.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-2496951039010140550</id><published>2009-01-05T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:41:52.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we are exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disneyland was fantastic. It was chilly and cloudy mostly, but I've decided that cold temps at a park so huge for sure beats the summer heat. It even rained some while we were there. The park was all decked out for Christmas and we had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold still hasn't gone away and has gotten worse. My voice is shot, I have a nasty cough and it seems to have moved into my eyes. They are red, sore and goopy. Really cute, I know. I have also found a new hatred for tennis shoes. I have the worlds flattest feet. I have no arch whatsoever so I tend to stick to flip flops (even in winter), slippers and Ugg boot knock offs. I simply can't be comfortable in tennis shoes. These past days spent walking have murdered my feet. You'd laugh at me if you saw the way I walk right now. I feel like I should have a wheelchair or a cane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of pictures, but I have no energy to sit here and fight with blogger to upload them one at a time. I'm having a hard time just keeping my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a Happy New Year! Zach and I hung out with some friends, watched them shoot of big fire works and went home shortly after. We had to finish packing and get to bed so we could make the drive the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I'm off to take a nap. Spelling is getting hard. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922156986460968165-2496951039010140550?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/2496951039010140550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=2496951039010140550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2496951039010140550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/2496951039010140550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re home.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3721676050895609412</id><published>2008-12-30T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:19:43.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just hate it when plans change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should be in Anaheim, CA right now, sitting in a hotel room gazing out of the window at a Disneyland skyline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prepping&lt;/span&gt; to gush my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; to you while I sip at some alcoholic beverage I shouldn't have but since I'm close enough to 21 and on vacation, my parents got me anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our plans got pushed back for two more days. We will leave on New Years day early in the morning to hopefully make it there by late afternoon. My aunt lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt; and I'm pretty sure we're heading out her way to meet up with her for dinner. My two cousins Cammie and Lori, their husband and kids will probably be there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This 'cold' is still kicking my butt. My glands are swollen and my throat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt;. Sinuses are all messed up and I seem to be lacking an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;. Rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Zach took off with his friend Jake tonight. His wife Erica and daughter are away until tomorrow so he invited Zach over for pizza, beer and all things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360. He also announced that Erica is pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; two! She's about eight weeks in. I'm excited and happy for them. I hope Erica can handle two babies so young. I'm kind of nervous for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy New Years to you all! The next time I post I will be at the happiest place on earth =]&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/8922156986460968165-3721676050895609412?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3721676050895609412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3721676050895609412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3721676050895609412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3721676050895609412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-hate-it-when-plans-change.html' title='I just hate it when plans change.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922156986460968165.post-3990522963435001948</id><published>2008-12-28T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:05:27.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've caught cold number two. My head is congested, my throat is so sore, my body just aches and as bad as I feel the need to cough, it doesn't do any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Christmas was a little difficult this year. My uncle was rushed into the ER Christmas morning. Besides my aunt and cousin, he has a regular nurse that comes by to replace his breathing tube and catheter and make sure he's doing well. This past week she went on vacation so a new nurse was sent over. She replaced his catheter and later we were told she somehow injured his liver doing it. An infection quickly set in and it made him sick all night so off to the hospital he went. He had a minor surgery and was put into the ICU for two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Other than that, my family got pictures done yesterday. I only got to upload two before blogger got difficult with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285086878588855730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SVhmg7Vd5bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YCaEuNWe_Yk/s320/s42288cb110061_35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zach &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285087276525465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SVhm4Fw8sCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Sf5FVynER7M/s320/s42288cb110061_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My brothers &amp;amp; I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm finally getting my cell phone replaced. I tried to get it Saturday but the phone I decided on was sold out. So, I talked to the guy about another and decided to go ahead with it, and surprise! That too was sold out. He sent me to another store that had the phone I was looking for in the next city over that's affiliated with AT&amp;amp;T. Unfortunately, the man who was trying to sell me the phone was rude and kept insisting that I needed to spend two hundred dollars to get the rebate (which was not the same at the first store I went to). I also had to add on navigation for ten extra dollars and he just kept going on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally, I flat out told him that I was not interested in paying him all that money for something I could get for less at AT&amp;amp;T if I just waited. I also mentioned on my way out of the store I would never come back and wouldn't recommend them to anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's been a super long week,that's for sure. Tuesday we're leaving for Orange County, if I can kick this stupid cold. It's definitley not giving up easily.&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/8922156986460968165-3990522963435001948?l=norcalchic206.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/feeds/3990522963435001948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922156986460968165&amp;postID=3990522963435001948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3990522963435001948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922156986460968165/posts/default/3990522963435001948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norcalchic206.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-caught-cold-number-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04403584940992903983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/S_SYip2l1tI/AAAAAAAAALM/9OmAJOcxg3g/S220/28344_424603051807_500506807_5653202_8119627_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZZFtqBDoFI/SVhmg7Vd5bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YCaEuNWe_Yk/s72-c/s42288cb110061_35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
