<?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-5858166318258871519</id><updated>2011-10-11T21:37:28.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel Rae</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7336139781126055059</id><published>2011-08-26T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:51:36.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bye mel-rae.</title><content type='html'>hey guys. new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dannyandmelissasullivan.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7336139781126055059?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7336139781126055059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7336139781126055059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7336139781126055059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7336139781126055059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/08/bye-mel-rae.html' title='bye mel-rae.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6680786176001302803</id><published>2011-07-18T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:22:40.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B word.</title><content type='html'>so lately i've been a real B word. k whatever don't jump to conclusions! i'm talking about the B word... BRIDEZILLA. sorry everyone. sorry fiance. sorry family. mostly sorry girl on the phone that didn't know what the hell i was talking about and i called you an idiot. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well i'm wondering if i can blame it on the birth control. yeah that's probably what it is. but only i  can say that. cause if you say that i will rip your freakin head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i kinda wanna blame it on the lack of sleep. but then that would mean i have to take responsibility for not going to bed on time. and no way do i take responsibility for anything negative now a days. i only take responsibility for cute ideas that i actually didn't necessarily come up with. but then maybe they were my ideas? i can't keep all those wedding blogs straight! who's to say i didn't come up with paper flowers on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could blame it on the weather, yeah? like sunny days and snow cones make every girl way mean.... right?? DAMMIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6680786176001302803?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6680786176001302803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6680786176001302803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6680786176001302803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6680786176001302803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/07/b-word.html' title='B word.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7376237498899288102</id><published>2011-07-15T09:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:47:30.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our first place.</title><content type='html'>trying to find decent married housing in provo is hard. sooo many sketch places. like how do people live in some of those places? i dunno. last week we found the greatest place to live. well i thought it was the greatest. danny could barely fit in that cupboard of an apartment. but i LOVED it. and so after much eye batting and please oh please's danny agreed to live the next year of his life bent in half. cool. so we called them to tell them we wanted it and.... it was already SOLD. wahhhhh. i can't remember if i cried. but i probably did. so the search continued. everyone said we would find something even better. danny was secretly happy but pretended that he was so sad :((((. so then this week we have looked at like 100 places. okay maybe like 10. okay maybe like 5. but still. let's just say that pictures people post online are not the same as in real life. we were let down A LOT. but this has a happy ending of course or else i wouldn't be blogging right now i would be being pissed. so anyway we took our lunch break one day to look at yet another place, we had no expectations, we drove by, and figured there was no way it could be that cool vintage style house and that we had to have the wrong address. we walked up, still not excited. but the second the landlord opened the door i couldn't stop pinching danny. like the good kind of pinch. like hey i want this place. i love it! we loved it. we practically were throwing money at the guy so that we would let us live there. but that wasn't good enough. he did a background check and credit check. we didn't know that's not normal? anyway, i guess he wanted to make sure we're not criminals. but we were approved!! and we have the keys! yay! we love our little place and can't wait to start our lives together there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7376237498899288102?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7376237498899288102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7376237498899288102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7376237498899288102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7376237498899288102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-first-place.html' title='our first place.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7052328659893598303</id><published>2011-07-08T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:57:11.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i needed this. maybe you do too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/coef8G5ax6E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7052328659893598303?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7052328659893598303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7052328659893598303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7052328659893598303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7052328659893598303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='for you.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/coef8G5ax6E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8642617875078606004</id><published>2011-05-31T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:07:43.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eloise.</title><content type='html'>eloise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you were born. so i guess you could say it was your birthday. yesterday was your birthday. did you know it was the prettiest day? so pretty. just like you. it was so nice of you to come on a holiday. i didn't have work, so i got to be with your mama all day. oh your mama. she was so strong. she was so beautiful. she was so happy to welcome you into the world. we were all so happy to welcome you into the world. did you know i accidentally missed your actual entrance to the world? i didn't know you'd come here so fast. i left to go get your grandpa, and well, five minutes after i left, your grandma called me and said "listen!" and then i heard you cry. it wasn't an annoying cry, so don't worry. it was the most perfect cry i have ever heard. i cried too. the ugly kind of cry though. we raced back to welcome you. you were so tiny, and, you're probably sick of hearing this, but YOUR HAIR. your hair was amazing. so much of it. you let me hold you for about a minute, but you were starving. looking everywhere for some food. so i had to give you back to mama. oh your mama. can i say it again? she was BEAUTIFUL! beaming. glowing actually. i couldn't stop staring. she's amazing, that mom of yours. she has been waiting for you her whole life. she was born to be a mom. you should feel lucky. you are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much already. i'm a baby hog. i held you this afternoon for two hours straight. i think i'll hold you tonight for at least three. i gave you a hundred kisses already. hopefully you like kisses. i'm so happy you're here little el. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8642617875078606004?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8642617875078606004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8642617875078606004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8642617875078606004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8642617875078606004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/05/eloise.html' title='eloise.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1941573719231471286</id><published>2011-05-11T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:35:16.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hi again.</title><content type='html'>whoa. what the crap. how the heck. i am so confused. just kidding, i'm not confused. but i feel kinda crazy right now. i've been at my cubicle for seven hours straight. and i've already organized the treats next to my desk like five times. so i'm pretty sure there is nothing left to do. except eat this fruit by the foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh fruit by the foot makes me think of ali. she loves fruit by the foot. i should have given her some before she left for north carolina for THE WHOLE SUMMER. what am i gonna do. crap. i gotta be positive. buuuut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning a wedding all the sudden. how am i old enough for this?? actually i'm old enough (come on, i live in provo, i'm an old maid round these parts). how am i organized enough for this is a better question. like i've never planned a thing in my life. we already got our clothes for the day of the event. and now we're like "ALL DONE!!" but then i guess we're not. i guess there is a lot to do. how was i suppose to know how involved this whole thing is?? good thing i know so many crafty folk. they'll help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all last week i was miserable to be around. i'm sorry to anyone who encountered me. it's just that my computer wasn't letting me watch america's next top model. or glee. or the voice. WTF. i was pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pulled out my eyelash extensions last week. on accident. but not really. like it wasn't an accident. i spent and hour and a half on my bathroom counter pulling them out. in my defense, i didn't have my contacts in and anyone who wears contacts knows that you do crazy things when you aren't wearing them. so now i have no eyelashes. everyone does double takes when they look at me. and not the good kind of double takes. trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1941573719231471286?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1941573719231471286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1941573719231471286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1941573719231471286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1941573719231471286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-again.html' title='hi again.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5229867405007313746</id><published>2011-04-28T10:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:35:57.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>he liked it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ty_1JNyGm2I/TbmXKj4VnlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O82v0YmPEr4/s1600/SANY2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ty_1JNyGm2I/TbmXKj4VnlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O82v0YmPEr4/s320/SANY2269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600673819297947218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well everybody probably knows by now. but i got engaged :). i am trying to refrain from using too many exclamation points. i'm pretty sure i've used more in the last 3 days than i  have in my entire life. but i just can't help it. like it's painful right now to use periods. anywayyyyyyyyy.... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ah! seriously, i am so happy. the happiest i've ever been. danny and i will be wed on august 13, 2011 in the timpanogous temple! we are so excited to start our life together. i am the luckiest. now i just gotta figure out how i'm gonna hone in on my homemaking skills so that we can stay alive for the next 50+ years. oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-5229867405007313746?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/5229867405007313746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=5229867405007313746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5229867405007313746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5229867405007313746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-everybody-probably-knows-by-now.html' title='he liked it.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ty_1JNyGm2I/TbmXKj4VnlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O82v0YmPEr4/s72-c/SANY2269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8844460134673798955</id><published>2011-04-08T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:55:28.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend.</title><content type='html'>happy friday ya'll. here are some things to keep in mind this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't visit americanapparel.com. it's just not worth it. like their clothes are great but their ads are trash. trust me, i'm a marketing major, i know stuff like that. seriously trash, not even cool. like you might call me a prude, and you'd be right, but i am saving  you all the awkwardness that is american apparel advertisements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a haircut. or maybe a manicure. but not a pedicure, cause it's snowing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download the instagram app. really. do it. thanks ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat a lot of carbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8844460134673798955?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8844460134673798955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8844460134673798955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8844460134673798955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8844460134673798955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend.html' title='weekend.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2326836640052313982</id><published>2011-04-05T16:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:00:50.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>secret's out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;k whatever. if you don't know already, now you know. I AM IN LOVE! oops. how could i not be? look.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqkPmXombw8/TZueP789caI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RYMlPWgh018/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqkPmXombw8/TZueP789caI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RYMlPWgh018/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592237358939206050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a babe. leather jacket AND a tie? like i'm pretty sure he fell from heaven. and he is the funniest and the nicest. and he puts up with me every day. so that says a lot i'm pretty sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2326836640052313982?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2326836640052313982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2326836640052313982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2326836640052313982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2326836640052313982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/04/secrets-out.html' title='secret&apos;s out.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqkPmXombw8/TZueP789caI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RYMlPWgh018/s72-c/IMG_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7117124921926836797</id><published>2011-03-29T10:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:19:21.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jane's lame.</title><content type='html'>anybody wanna know what the worst feeling is? hearing someone talk about you that doesn't know you can hear them. yeah... that happened to me. this morning. but the thing is i'm not even pissed about it. or maybe i am. i just feel bad for her because i guess she doesn't realize that cubicle walls are not like real walls. like you can hear through them, and they don't go all the way up to the ceiling. so maybe i should let her know. also i should let her know that her voice carries. so even if she were two cubicles away (instead of one, pffft) i could probs still hear her. and maybe i should also tell her that if she MUST talk mean about someone to use a secret code name. like maybe my nickname could be jane and she could have said "jane is a real lame-o" and i could have went on with my day. wracking my brain right now thinking "who the heck is jane??" and "i'll be sure to steer clear of jane the lame-o."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other than that, today should be good. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7117124921926836797?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7117124921926836797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7117124921926836797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7117124921926836797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7117124921926836797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/03/janes-lame.html' title='jane&apos;s lame.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1278473702305973035</id><published>2011-03-25T09:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:18:52.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>today i was running so so so sossosoosoooo late for work. but i wasn't even stressing. i took my time and arrived at 8:33 exactly. no one was here. it's 9:15 and still no one is here. i must have missed the memo. my email isn't working. so i literally really could have missed the memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jersey shore finale was pretty great. my favorite part was when snookie said she's gonna run for president. and then everyone would be tan. and all the radio stations would play house music. hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played doodle jump on the ipad. now i want an ipad. weird things motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone had a protein burger from in n out? i would recommend trying one. they are really good and don't make your arteries feel as clogged. also i would recommend getting that animal sauce, it comes in a little package thing, and dipping your fries in it. your arteries will feel a bit more clogged, but still manageable. should i start reviewing fast food restaurants on here? would that be beneficial? i could be like a fast food connoisseur. i'll think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1278473702305973035?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1278473702305973035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1278473702305973035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1278473702305973035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1278473702305973035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/03/well.html' title='well.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4754545075384444423</id><published>2011-03-24T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:20:32.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>t shirt time.</title><content type='html'>just so you know you should never ever trust GPS on the iPhone.  especially anywhere south of provo. you will end up lost, or worse, way  pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not patient by nature. when i am, i am lying, or really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protein  shakes are not good. no matter what anyone says. i will never think  they are good. this morning on my way to work i tried a peach flavored  one, thinking maybe, just maybe it would be better than the rest. WRONG.  i dry heaved for 10 minutes straight. like thinking about it now makes  me break into a cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the temple is the best place to go.  under any circumstance. even if you can't go inside. i have ran around  the temple. read a book on the grass. even just parked my car and stared  at it's beauty. (yeah i think the provo temple is beautiful, obvi).  going there will change your life. swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been so thankful  for my little sister this week. she is seriously the greatest person. i  love her but i might love baby girl eloise more. is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jersey shore finale (i had to google that word, i thought it was spelled finally, what the) tonight!!!! i think that's the first time i've ever  used exclamation points on my blog. i'll do better. anyway so yeah, T  SHIRT TIME! if you don't like/watch jersey shore, stop reading right  now, go to mtv.com, and spend the rest of your day in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing in a journal is the hardest thing i've ever tried to do. i feel  like i have to be all formal. and it is the most awkward thing for me.  and i find myself only writing about a certain someone. exciting for me,  potentially boring for my future offspring. cause they'll be the ones  reading it, right? and that's the worst part for me, the fact that when i  write in my journal all i think about are my kids reading it and  being like "wow, mom was a real weirdo." so then i start being more  weird and more awkward cause i feel like my children are judging me. is  this normal? please tell me someone relates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k well see yuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4754545075384444423?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4754545075384444423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4754545075384444423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4754545075384444423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4754545075384444423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/03/t-shirt-time.html' title='t shirt time.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4051469495308602928</id><published>2011-03-08T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:46:27.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlJtSvzwAb8/TXaHjFYOgbI/AAAAAAAAAME/jMlhsnyRkAE/s1600/tumblr_lbokzinyU31qclkaao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlJtSvzwAb8/TXaHjFYOgbI/AAAAAAAAAME/jMlhsnyRkAE/s320/tumblr_lbokzinyU31qclkaao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581797824981270962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4051469495308602928?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4051469495308602928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4051469495308602928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4051469495308602928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4051469495308602928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlJtSvzwAb8/TXaHjFYOgbI/AAAAAAAAAME/jMlhsnyRkAE/s72-c/tumblr_lbokzinyU31qclkaao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2940490795360395619</id><published>2011-03-02T08:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:01:14.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh.</title><content type='html'>did you ever notice that everything is at it's best right before you have to change it? like, hair? i swear my hair is it's very best right before i have to get it cut. or, mascara? the best consistency right before it's empty. orrrr..... well actually those are the only two examples i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never used to honk my horn at crazy drivers/people. the other day i honked three times in one ten minute drive. is this what growing up is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an iPhone. i've only paid for two apps. doodle jump and sally's spa. the other ones were all free. you can tell a lot about a person by what they will spend 99 cents on. i think. wait, am i cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me brag for a second. but i have the best mom. she made me a FEAST on monday night and then we watched the bachelor. but i don't think we stopped talking the whole time. she's funny and fun. and smart. and pretty. and a lot of other things but i can't say cause she will probably get all shy and humble. but really, she's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched despicable me 15 times in the past two weeks. at first by choice, but then by force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am is really early for work. shouldn't the workday start at 9? seems more logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provo has a beach resort. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. actually it is pretty fun. i take back my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, let me talk about one last thing. yesterday was ron weasly's birthday and i didn't even know until 9 pm. i was too caught up in bieber's birthday. i'm a 13 year old girl. whoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2940490795360395619?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2940490795360395619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2940490795360395619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2940490795360395619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2940490795360395619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/03/bleh.html' title='bleh.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2164338462807909861</id><published>2011-02-28T15:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:57:32.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>i may have overestimated my situation. turns out no one is even pissed at me! PHEW! i slid right under the radar. in fact i may just be a modern day hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the prayers, texts, emails, handwritten letters, flowers, candy, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'm a brat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2164338462807909861?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2164338462807909861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2164338462807909861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2164338462807909861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2164338462807909861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1036093454952036692</id><published>2011-02-28T14:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:17:47.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terrified.</title><content type='html'>i got involved in drama today. and i'm STRESSING! what was i thinking? oh man oh man oh man. i mostly steer clear of my roommates and their drama, but today i just exploded and totally spilled secrets. crap. crap. crap. oops. whoops. girls are so freaking scary. i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1036093454952036692?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1036093454952036692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1036093454952036692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1036093454952036692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1036093454952036692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/02/terrified.html' title='terrified.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7261179356627501797</id><published>2011-02-22T09:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:52:44.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bought a new satchel.</title><content type='html'>apparently people read my blog. cause like everyone is telling me they miss me writing stuff. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not the type of girl who talks a lot about food or what i eat. okay, yeah right. i am totally the type of girl that does that. i realized the other day that if there is one thing i hate it's when girls say "i'm not the type of girl that...." because usually what comes after is totally the type of girl they are. i also hate when girls talk bad about girls as a whole. so it's kinda a catch 22 for me. should i delete this paragraph and start over? anyway, back to me. so these last two weeks i have been the most hungry i've ever been. i think i have had five meals a day. and when i say meals i mean wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i went on a vacation. to vegas. does that count as a vacation? yeah, so i went on a vacation and it was so great. we had the time of our lives. i usually wouldn't use the word magical to describe anything in nevada, but really, it was magical. vegas is kinda classy now. kinda. okay like an area of the strip is classy. i know i've probably told everyone this already but i ran like a mile in high heels. it's one of the most miserable experiences. but then looking back you feel way proud and tell everyone you know. anyway so the reason i was running is because we were way late for the cirque de soliel show the "o". needless to say we made it in time, after i took off my shoes (gross) and ran through the bellagio (classy). i also lost a stupid amount of money at the penny slots. i was like a child. danny would give me a dollar to keep me entertained and i would somehow lose it in one second. so then he gave me ten dollars and i lost it in less than two minutes. best/worst part about it was that my slots of choice were wolf run and 100 wolves. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to food. mom don't read what's coming next. so i haven't been grocery shopping in like two months. that is real. i don't know how i've survived. actually i totally know how i've survived. i'm like a seagull nowadays. like taking food from strangers and pooping on you unexpectedly. okay that was gross. i take it back. danny has kept me alive. thanks dan. k mom you can read again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby sister is so cute with her prego belly boop bop. for real. if you haven't yet, hang out with her. baby girl is the best. i felt her move the other day. what the. she was like going crazy in there. she's a lot like me already. also her name is eloise! i have been keeping that secret for what feels like my whole life. but finally erika announced it cause i think she knew i couldn't hold it in much longer. she knows me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone been watching the bachelor? i have. i won't go into detail about it though. i liked michelle. okay, there, i said it. throw tomatoes at me or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all i think. bu bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7261179356627501797?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7261179356627501797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7261179356627501797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7261179356627501797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7261179356627501797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-bought-new-satchel.html' title='i bought a new satchel.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5726692781864712110</id><published>2011-01-24T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:33:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motto of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TT23qzR-JEI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fd1hg33ImI0/s1600/tumblr_lfaeebflRq1qdufcdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TT23qzR-JEI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fd1hg33ImI0/s320/tumblr_lfaeebflRq1qdufcdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565806660447773762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-5726692781864712110?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/5726692781864712110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=5726692781864712110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5726692781864712110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5726692781864712110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/01/motto-of-year.html' title='motto of the year.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TT23qzR-JEI/AAAAAAAAALo/Fd1hg33ImI0/s72-c/tumblr_lfaeebflRq1qdufcdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1748775352731816617</id><published>2011-01-21T11:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:13:14.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last time i checked.</title><content type='html'>does anyone else have sweaty eyelids? well i guess it's not technically sweat, apparently eyelids don't have sweat glands. anyway, hopefully someone knows what i mean. well i've struggled with sweaty lids my whole life. it basically makes it pretty hard to have eye makeup on cause it creases so bad and you just look crazy. and then finally my bff gave me this awesome urban decay eyelid potion stuff. and wa la. my sweaty lids are no more. anyway last night i forgot to use it, weirdest thing. and i thought i would be fine. and then when i got home last night and looked in the mirror i was like AHHHHHHHHHHH! major black crease. worst. well all i'm saying is i will never do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went running for pretty much the first time since my accident. and boy was it painful. i was expecting it to be like riding a bike. like i would jump on that treadmill and just kill it. but it killed me. like slaughtered. the last two miles i felt like crying. sobbing. passing out right on the floor. i will always be an elliptical girl at heart. i'm not a runner. i'm an impostor. a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to delete my facebook today. too many crazy things have been happening on there. lots'o'drama. lemme tell yuh. anyway so i am trying to delete it and they practically told me that i'm not allowed to. like really, one of the boxes that showed up said "request not available". might as well have said "i own you melissa rae". i was so scared. i am so scared. so just warning all of you, facebook is a little smarter than we might have originally thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1748775352731816617?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1748775352731816617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1748775352731816617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1748775352731816617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1748775352731816617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-time-i-checked.html' title='last time i checked.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5173719418458968267</id><published>2011-01-14T08:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:03:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great life.</title><content type='html'>woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. i was walking around cursing the day in my head. i know, not good, you know you are about to have the worst day when friday's don't even look good anymore. anyway so i'm walking around throwing stuff and breaking glass and kicking holes in the wall. and then i stopped all the sudden. and just started saying all the awesome things in my life. and before i knew it, i literally could not stop. and then i was smiling. and then all the sudden i knew that today will be my best day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised some girls at work that i would go to zumba with them. it was one of those times where i was allllll about it and then as i walked away i was like CRAP! i do not want to do that at all. zumba? me? i can barely make walking look easy and now i think i'm gonna be able to dance? for exercise? well i'll let you know how it goes. hopefully i'll be so good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my baby sisters birthday yesterday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! she is so great and so fun. i really like her. and i know she will make the greatest mama to baby boop bop in her belly. i love that girl. plus she made the greatest cake. lemon cake. yuuuummmmm. oh and, i can barely type this next part without laughing. my dad gave her the greatest present. it was a piece of paper that looked like a check. made out for "4 hours of baby satting, no mins". sooo funny. and so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might have an obsessive personality (thanks mom!). especially when it comes to youtube videos. i find one i like and then i can't stop watching it. recently i found the greatest song on there. i listen to it at least five times a day. it's a remix of a jay-z song and a dolly parton song. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the jazz game this week. it was soooo fun. we sat behind the basket so we got those slap stick things that you use to distract them when they make free throws. it was the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welllll. that's it i think. hope everyone has their best day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-5173719418458968267?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/5173719418458968267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=5173719418458968267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5173719418458968267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5173719418458968267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-life.html' title='great life.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4368532077785343156</id><published>2011-01-10T15:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:42:13.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do and don't.</title><content type='html'>don't live with crazy people. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't poop too much in the toilet at my apartment. it will clog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't eat more than one fiber one bar in any 24 hour period. or you'll find out how reliable above toilet really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wear open toed shoes in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do scrape your sidewalks always. ice is the scariest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do go to sleep before 11 pm when you work an 8-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do get really pissed if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do play a lot of words with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4368532077785343156?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4368532077785343156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4368532077785343156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4368532077785343156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bostonian, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the holidays, my mom always sets out a puzzle for everyone to work on. i have never really understood the point of puzzles. so i never work on them. plus she makes a rule that if you touch one of the puzzle pieces you have to stick around until you've placed five pieces in their rightful spot. pffffttt yeah right, like i wanna do that. so i usually just eat to keep myself entertained. this christmas i accidentally touched one and then all the sudden i couldn't stop. i was addicted. spent two hours on that thing. had to finally be dragged out of the room kicking and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my phone today. i'm dying. sorry to anyone i am in the middle of a words with friends game. i won't be able to play a word til later. way bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6072720020099298266</id><published>2010-12-29T14:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:35:44.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdo.</title><content type='html'>is it weird that every time i climb stairs i think about being on the  amazing race? then i spend the next ten minutes thinking about how much  ass i would kick on that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird that i still really,  really, really, really like maroon 5? they were my music of choice for  spring break 2k9. that was when i realized that no one else likes maroon  5, like at all. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird that my boss is listening to mindy gledhill in his  office? on full blast? i think he thinks it will help lower our stress  levels. but it actually just makes me want to blog instead of work.  sooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird that all i think about is the tv show lost? just started  season three the other day. i feel like i should stop watching, but i  have invested so much time i just can't bring myself to turn it off. and  i really need to know what happens to jack, sawyer, and kate. so i will just keep watching til that story line dissolves and then see how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird that i'm going to minneapolis next week? on "business". k, maybe i shouldn't ask this question. cause it is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird that i wore open toed shoes on the snowiest and rainiest day  of the year? it's just that i forgot to look out the window before i  got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird that i typed this whole post with one finger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2525144536508972129</id><published>2010-12-21T17:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:53:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, this is something.</title><content type='html'>so much has happened since i last blogged. not. seriously, nothing has happened. but below are some things that i thought might be kind of exciting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided on a few things that i'm not gonna consider embarrassing anymore. like having something stuck in my teeth? not embarrassed. also having my zipper down? no read cheeks here. burping REALLY loud in public? not gonna bat an eye. also: snoring, slipping, dancing in public and picking my nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i turned left the other day and got a broken wrist in return. oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm obsessed with "lost". i think about it most days. wondering the true meaning of the island. nobody tell me please. well actually do tell me, so i stop wasting my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am almost done with my christmas shopping. not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been saying "not" a lot lately. and it's so bad i even annoy myself. but i can't stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realized i have the greatest friends ever. how'd i get so lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister is having a baby girl. so now all i think about is that baby girl. i already love her too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly, i asked santa for a million dollars and an ipad for christmas. hope he delivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2525144536508972129?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2525144536508972129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2525144536508972129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2525144536508972129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2525144536508972129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-this-is-something.html' title='well, this is something.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-322939842236996641</id><published>2010-11-28T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:16:19.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh thanks.</title><content type='html'>so in november i start getting real thankful for everything. maybe cause of thanksgiving, maybe not. so i just wanted to say thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks erika. for being my sister. and for having a chocolate fight in the kitchen when we were tweens. for laughing at the same jokes, even when we're in different rooms, or different towns. thanks for caring what happens in my life. and for not being mad at me still for punching you in the face that one time in canada. thanks for marrying the man of your dreams in the temple. thanks for being the example even though you are my baby sister. and for helping me not to swear... as much. thanks. oh and thanks tyler. for being the brother i always wanted. for taking care of my little sister. for putting up with our crazy family. thanks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mom and dad. for being my parents. for loving each other through ups and downs. thanks for being great examples of love. for magnifying your callings. for encouraging not only love and respect for family but also friendship and loyalty. thank you for only grounding me once in my whole life. for forbidding us from watching the simpson's and then watching it with us when we were teenagers. thanks for never being judgmental and always supporting me in all that i do. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks boyfriend. for being my boyfriend. for being really funny. for listening to all my weird stories and laughing with me. for making my life even better. for seeing the best in me. for encouraging and loving me. thanks for being the good kind of crazy. for letting me be exactly who i am. thanks for thinking that my burps are one of the best things about me. thanks for all the greatest times. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks friends. old and new. wherever you may be. for always being there, at the perfect times. thanks for all the laughs and jokes. thanks for making me a better person. for the countless hours of the best times of my life. for giving me hope when i didn't see any. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks step brothers and sisters. for being like real brothers and sisters. thanks for inviting me into your lives. for always being there for me. for traveling hours just to see me walk across the stage in a cap and gown. thanks for being funny. and for being great friends. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks everyone else who may not be exactly mentioned above. for being in my life. for all you have done, small or large. thanks. thanks. thanks.&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/5858166318258871519-322939842236996641?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/322939842236996641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=322939842236996641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/322939842236996641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like harry potter you shouldn't read my blog for the next month. cause that's probably all i'll be writing about. and all i'll be talking about, so probably don't even be around me if you don't like hp. ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1355962659073766990?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1355962659073766990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1355962659073766990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1355962659073766990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1355962659073766990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/11/ron-weasley.html' title='ron weasley.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4001266226001148701</id><published>2010-11-15T11:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:11:04.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brain freeze. i mean, brain frio.</title><content type='html'>went ice skating. no skills, shouldn't really go pro. confusing. cause i could have sworn i use to be good at it. made up a routine, though. nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a hard time transitioning from summer to winter clothing. like today i had to force myself to wear a coat. yesterday i wore a sun dress to church. it's like the middle of november and i somehow think i can get away with those kind of shenanigans. who knew shenanigans was even a word. i didn't. gonna start using that word more now that i know it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning spanish. finally, right? i mean, i'm so over going to cafe rio  and having to explain that although i look like i should, i don't speak  spanish. should i invest in rosetta stone? or should i just rely on a  really good lookin tutor and igoogle translate? help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really into quotes right now. i am always reading them. it's nice, cause when i give advice to people i use random quotes that i remember, and then claim them as my own genius. oops. sometimes i feel like they could have come from my brain though. so i don't feel as guilty. but now that i'm writing this, i feel really guilty. i'm gonna start giving people a reference page after we have heart to hearts. that'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think that's it for now. i'm sorry to all my english major friends, sooo many sentence fragments happening in this post. i'll be better. but not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4001266226001148701?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4001266226001148701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4001266226001148701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4001266226001148701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4001266226001148701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/11/brain-freeze-i-mean-brain-frio.html' title='brain freeze. i mean, brain frio.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4579882921054497254</id><published>2010-11-02T14:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:09:18.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blog post.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like i might be on some hidden camera show. that, or the world is playing a huge joke on me. do you know what i mean? like today, for example, i'm standing in line waiting to tell the subway girl what i want on my sandwich. and this man in front of me is saying the weirdest things. really, so weird. and so funny. but not purposely funny. like i had to cover my mouth so that no one could see my smile. i really almost lost it when he said "now go hard on that parmesan". i started looking around for hidden cameras thinking that maybe "smile, you're on candid camera" was making a comeback this season. but then, the more this dude spoke the more i thought this HAD to be an mtv hidden camera show, i mean he was making some of the most perverted comments about oil and vinegar i've ever heard, maybe i was going to get a dollar for every minute i lasted or something. but, unfortunately no cameras showed up. that dude was really that perverted. or worse, maybe i'm just that perverted. uhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reminding myself of this quote i once read it goes "people who don't know me well enough might say i'm delusional and paranoid, but they're just out to get me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4579882921054497254?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4579882921054497254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4579882921054497254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4579882921054497254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4579882921054497254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='blog post.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-735633881734119431</id><published>2010-10-29T09:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:39:05.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ooookay.</title><content type='html'>it's halloween this weekend and i don't even have a costume yet.  halloween is not a holiday for procrastinators, i always end up being  something way weird and uncomfortable. i just wonder if i should cave  and buy one of those pre-made nurse/cop/slut outfits. after i wrote that  sentence i realized what a bad idea it was. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was so sick i couldn't even move. i was like paralyzed by illness. but now today, i feel great. i'm beginning to wonder if i am allergic to noni. cause on wednesday i had 16 oz of it and then barf party 2010 happened. but on the other hand, maybe i shouldn't have ate at denny's, i'm sure that place could make any girl puke for two hours straight. (is anyone grossed out by this paragraph yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been real emotional lately. like wtf is the deal. a couple mornings ago i got a lump in my throat cause i was out of granola bars. i guess i really like granola bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to puking. i saw jackass 3d. and i literally almost puked. it was real funny though. but i'm not recommending that movie to anyone. i can't have that on my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all i really have to say right now. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-735633881734119431?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/735633881734119431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=735633881734119431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/735633881734119431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/735633881734119431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/10/ooookay.html' title='ooookay.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5649184286497057786</id><published>2010-10-19T09:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:20:26.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all i've got are questions.</title><content type='html'>today i woke up REALLY late and barely had time to brush my teeth. but everyone is telling me how great i look. should i be offended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a cough for two and a half weeks. is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched a certain youtube video every day for the passed (past? i will never be sure) week. i feel like it has improved my happiness and overall wellness. possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a friend's birthday party at a club on saturday. and some dude proposed to his girlfriend on stage. he was slurring his speech and she was wearing a see-through dress. romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a really great blog that i love to read. but the title has the F word in it. should i stop reading it based on principle? is it like eating a brownie with a worm baked in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had zucchini noodles with alfredo sauce? greatest invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that "dammit im mad" is the same forward and backward? (don't think about this one too long, your mind will explode. trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i have a lot more questions. but i also have a lot more work. soooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-5649184286497057786?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/5649184286497057786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=5649184286497057786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5649184286497057786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5649184286497057786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-ive-got-are-questions.html' title='all i&apos;ve got are questions.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6195028786050287820</id><published>2010-10-12T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:40:20.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so i'm thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at these pictures and listen to bob dylan or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TLTjMTXKcCI/AAAAAAAAALc/3iyOD-Pj9rQ/s1600/trees"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TLTjMTXKcCI/AAAAAAAAALc/3iyOD-Pj9rQ/s320/trees" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527292443185803298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TLTjIfrXAHI/AAAAAAAAALU/T5Fidyt7jxM/s1600/buildings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TLTjIfrXAHI/AAAAAAAAALU/T5Fidyt7jxM/s320/buildings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527292377772261490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6195028786050287820?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TLTjMTXKcCI/AAAAAAAAALc/3iyOD-Pj9rQ/s72-c/trees' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6777844256522671870</id><published>2010-10-07T11:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:35:48.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>butterbeer.</title><content type='html'>i ate candy. those pretzel m&amp;amp;m's are just so freakin good. there was no way you expected me to be able to resist those, right? i was forced to go to costco and get snacks and treats for the office. i am like, really? of course, send the girl with a raging addiction to pick up all the candy,  and not only that, but put it all in my direct vision. i mean i can have my back to it, but i swear that candy just speaks to me, gets in my head, and makes me go crazy. so i had a handful. i'm no longer making goals i decided. wait, is that a goal? a goal to not make goals. i'm going crazy. too much sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, this weekend is ali's bridal shower. and my subconscious is going insane. i have had like 20 dreams about it. in one of them, i forgot ALL the food. i looked over at the table and there were only cups and napkins, and ali wasn't even pissing*, in fact she suggested we go to costco and get a veggie platter, so we did. in another dream i was trying to write down all the gifts she had received but it was taking me so long, and she was opening gifts too fast and there was SO much wrapping paper and ribbon all around me i started to get really hot and i couldn't stop writing. weirdest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the rain. i mean, who doesn't. but i mean i really really really like the rain. it puts me in a calm and peaceful mood, and you know, i'm not naturally a calm or peaceful person. so it's real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like talking about anna on here again. cause recently we have just been talking about butterbeer. and we both really have the same opinions on it. like we think it is a warm drink that isn't carbonated. but so many people are telling us the opposite. but i think we won't listen and just do whatever we feel like. and i really hope she will just make some already and invite me over to a muggle hogsmead and we can talk about cats and plot our plan to finally get our education at hogwarts. we'll be like super super super seniors or whatever, but it won't matter, because we will be really good at potions and stuff so people will like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the weirdest person, i think. i realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after i posted this. i read through it, just to make sure i didn't say anything i'm going to regret in the morning. and then i saw that i wrote pissing instead of pissed. and i was going to change it, but then i think it is way better if i just say pissing. k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6777844256522671870?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6777844256522671870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6777844256522671870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6777844256522671870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6777844256522671870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/10/butterbeer.html' title='butterbeer.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-66277122092552256</id><published>2010-10-06T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:58:41.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hawry pottah.</title><content type='html'>i think i might be having writers block this morning. i haven't really ever experienced it. i always have something stupid to write about. but not today. all that's on my mind is harry potter. and i think it's cause i read anna's blog the other day and she wrote a breathtaking post about him. and then yesterday, ali did the same thing. my mind was blown. so for the passed 24 hours all i can think about is harry potter. and how i wish ron would be my boyfriend. and  i wish luna would hang out with me and we could talk about whatever we feel like. but instead i guess i'll just talk in a british accent all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-66277122092552256?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/66277122092552256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=66277122092552256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/66277122092552256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/66277122092552256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/10/hawry-pottah.html' title='hawry pottah.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-235990842547741124</id><published>2010-10-05T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:55:54.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>slumber.</title><content type='html'>last night whilst trying to sleep, i woke up to a mysterious clicking noise coming from underneath my bed. i patiently waited, hoping it would knock it off. no luck. i checked under the bed, and couldn't find a thing. soooo i used my best judgment and slept in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-235990842547741124?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/235990842547741124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=235990842547741124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/235990842547741124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/235990842547741124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/10/slumber.html' title='slumber.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1355478706970177522</id><published>2010-10-04T12:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:51:18.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar free.</title><content type='html'>my roommate and i swore off sugar til halloween. worst idea. should have probably put more thought into it. it's been approximately 12 hours 37 minutes since sugar last entered my body, and i'm dying over here. i feel like every song that plays on pandora is talking about candy and sugar and popsicles, and i'm like can't a girl catch a break? can't today's pop culture take interest in carrots and veggie patties? so yeah, i've been complaining about this all day obviously, and then some idiot said to me "if you are bitter at the heart, sugar in the mouth will not help you." and i just laughed and punched him in the face. and that's when i realized i AM bitter. oopsie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1355478706970177522?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1355478706970177522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1355478706970177522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1355478706970177522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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TGIF. it really makes me wanna puke when someone says it/writes it. and i hate that restaurant too, so it doesn't really help the cause at all. and the worst part is, i have said it/thought it like 1561233156 times today. and i meant it every time. like i have never done so much thanking for a friday in all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway listen to this story. so i was reading. a magazine. and i saw all these amazing clothes/accessories and for some reason i can't stop thinking about these stupid rings that i want. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, did you notice how many times i just used this /? i'm trying it out but i don't really know how i feel about it. i still think i like commas way better. commas are like my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so TGIF!! right/wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-912082305160630136?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/912082305160630136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=912082305160630136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/912082305160630136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/912082305160630136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-to-tell-you-something.html' title='i need to tell you something.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3503298186549934359</id><published>2010-09-30T11:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:10:14.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ps.</title><content type='html'>today all i can think about is diet coke. it's the first time in a long while that i would actually be okay with putting my mouth right on a spout of diet coke at the local maverick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news. i saw "easy a" the other night. i would definitely recommend it. you will have so much funny material to last you for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye, for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3503298186549934359?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3503298186549934359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3503298186549934359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3503298186549934359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3503298186549934359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/09/ps.html' title='ps.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3053961682910509922</id><published>2010-09-30T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:00:06.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm okay with it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TKTB-6n5V-I/AAAAAAAAALM/MoJeS3UGU2w/s1600/tumblr_l7tm25GHxl1qamw7co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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(yes i realize that isn't a word, but only because that red squiggly line showed up underneath.) don't you hate when you do that? you are like trying to prove that you're smart and in the process you prove that you shouldn't be allowed to even speak without first consulting a lawyer. anyway, back to not sleeping. so i made a goal yesterday to get some  sleep, and before i can even write down my goal all the sudden it's 2 in the morning. so i'm left sitting at work with 4 hours of sleep under my belt. best day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6236039518076443865?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6236039518076443865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6236039518076443865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6236039518076443865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6236039518076443865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleep-walking.html' title='sleep walking.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6956988905837795953</id><published>2010-09-24T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:41:13.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what what.</title><content type='html'>last night i saw legend of the guardians: the owls of ga'hoole. and boy was i impressed! best movie ever. i loved it. mostly because i love owls and i love 3D. so i would recommend it if you like owls and 3D. if you're not into that maybe i would recommend for you to get your priorities straight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also i am being a guinea pig for this new awesome product. it's suppose to make your lips real soft and wrinkle free. so far, so good, lips have not fallen off yet.&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/5858166318258871519-6956988905837795953?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6956988905837795953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6956988905837795953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6956988905837795953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6956988905837795953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-what.html' title='what what.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6787804613855880492</id><published>2010-09-23T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:34:44.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here you go.</title><content type='html'>remember a couple posts back when i whined like a baby because i couldn't find a job? well, contrary to popular belief, apparently kicking and screaming and complaining all day long actually does get you what you want! I GOT A JOB. and not only did i get a job, but like a real person job. like a grown up would have. man am i lucky. oh which reminds me i was talking to this awesome old lady about how i got a job, and she was so excited, and i said "i am so lucky" and she put her hand up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said "blessed. you were blessed." so now every time i say lucky i feel like i should change it to blessed. man am i blessed. ANYWAY, a job! a real life, human job. and i love every second of it, i could not be happier. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news. i like candy, a lot. and well it is kind of beginning to get out of control. i'm a monster. walking around with glazed eyes looking for a fix, chanting "I WANT CANDY" all day long. and i'm starting to think that people might be getting annoyed/freaked out by my obsession. but i'm so into candy that i don't really care what other people think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i dropped my phone on the pavement the other day and it didn't even shatter. i'm so lucky (blessed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i moved out. and i now share a room. and i was kind of secretly thinking i would hate it so much. but turns out, i love it so much. minus the no sleep part, not smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly, i ran six miles consecutively the other day. i'm pretty sure i cried, not because it sucked but because i felt so awesome about what my body can do. and then i cried some more. is it just me or does it seem like the older you get the more you cry about weird things? like i'm pretty sure i cried when i saw a flock of birds flying in perfect unison the other day. weirdest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6787804613855880492?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6787804613855880492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6787804613855880492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jack Kerouac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8581521241831693806?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8581521241831693806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8581521241831693806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8581521241831693806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8581521241831693806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-everyone.html' title='all everyone.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1212425071834545898</id><published>2010-07-26T23:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:10:24.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the hunt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;searching for a job is like searching for my work out pants a month before summer comes... it's tough. and no one seems to want to help cause they want a bikini bod just as bad as i do, so they're busy looking for their own breathable nikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i imagined a life of pencil skirts and tailored pants after graduation. instead i'm still offering grumpy ladies tea or water while they wait to get their hair done. i was complaining about my job search to a woman i'd just met, she told me that finding a job in this economy is just as bad as it was during the depression. she then smiled, patted me on the hand, and told me not to lose hope. hope? what's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do i sound completely annoying yet? i figure if i can't complain on my blog, on twitter, on facebook, at church, in the car, at the gym, to my mom, pillow, dogs, etc, where can i complain? you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1212425071834545898?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1212425071834545898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-607465102396578024</id><published>2010-06-23T17:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:38:47.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my dating life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TCKa3O8HIGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YlcJAAj-0yo/s1600/tumblr_l48dmkhz301qamw7co1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TCKa3O8HIGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YlcJAAj-0yo/s320/tumblr_l48dmkhz301qamw7co1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486117569784389730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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life.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TCKa3O8HIGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YlcJAAj-0yo/s72-c/tumblr_l48dmkhz301qamw7co1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3327181576347464037</id><published>2010-06-20T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:50:14.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TB7veKqQ1VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uS05RwCXmEA/s1600/tumblr_l48fpdLD4n1qamw7co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/TB7veKqQ1VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uS05RwCXmEA/s320/tumblr_l48fpdLD4n1qamw7co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485084697720575314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3327181576347464037?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3327181576347464037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3327181576347464037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3243776801597642045</id><published>2010-05-09T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:09:27.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my momma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's a lot of people in my life i know you should get to know. i'm lucky in that department. my mom is one of those people. i get all choked up thinking about what she has sacrificed for me, what she has been through, and done, all for me. all the times she has changed my life with just a few simple words. i feel honored that i came from her, that she is mine to call mom, mine to turn to, mine to love. i'd mention all her great qualities, but you would think i'm lying, she's really that unbelievable. she is so selfless and loving, she would do anything and i really do mean anything for me. and for you too. i know she would. cause she has. i know i am who i am because of her, i can't take any credit for being this awesome. anyway mom, i love you obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3243776801597642045?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3243776801597642045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3243776801597642045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3243776801597642045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3243776801597642045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-momma.html' title='my momma.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5506933851704482403</id><published>2010-04-29T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:56:57.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/S9pcxeZzeyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EEc0qVpijzY/s1600/send+to+costco.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 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went on a date. WITH MY MOM. cause i love her and she loves me. we saw date night, and it was hilarious. we were both laughing so hard. behind us sat a row of old women and by "old women" i mean grandmothers. needless to say, they left in the middle of the show. so if you have grandmother taste in movies, don't go. also remember to stay til after the credits cause there is a nice little treat to make you laugh. kloveyoubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8044501395747562333?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8044501395747562333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8044501395747562333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8044501395747562333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8044501395747562333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-night.html' title='Date Night.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7264697695696695143</id><published>2010-03-28T00:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:36:05.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>buried life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has anyone seen the buried life? it's the show where in the commercial he says, "what do you.. want to do... before you die?" i can't get that saying out of my head, mostly because he says it with weird inflections in his voice, pausing between words for dramatic effect. but partly because i keep thinking what DO i want to do before i die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so how the show goes is these four guys have made a list of 100 (i think) things that they want to do before they die. and then they go and do them. and some of them are pretty outrageous and funny and some are more emotional and sensitive. and then in each episode they complete one thing and then find a random person and help them do something that they.. want to do.. before they die. but i really can't get this thought out of my head. so i thought, why not make a list of all the things i want to do. big or small. dumb or smart. easy or hard. so here's a few things i've come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;graduate from college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make it on the jumbo-tron at a jazz game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;open my business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a dog named dash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to grad school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;live in new york.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change someone's life. drastically for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fall madly in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;live in a foreign country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buy my dad the car of his dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;participate in a triathlon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you.... want to do.... before you die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7264697695696695143?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7264697695696695143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7264697695696695143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7264697695696695143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7264697695696695143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/bucket-list.html' title='buried life.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-302748598583044396</id><published>2010-03-26T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:00:09.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>learnin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i have learned so many things, and it's only 10:52 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. i learned not to judge a book by it's cover. like i know i'm 22 and i should know this by now. but today it has been solidified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. i learned how to add a link on the navigation of a website. i'll show you sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. i learned how to add a WHOLE PAGE to a website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. i learned that if i wake up at 7 am more often, i can learn more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. i learned that a pigeon produces it's weight in droppings every 8 days. WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks for your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-302748598583044396?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/302748598583044396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=302748598583044396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/302748598583044396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/302748598583044396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/03/learnin.html' title='learnin.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-114170428436018658</id><published>2010-03-23T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:46:52.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here's the secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I was just interested in--in different ways of looking at this universe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Cat Stevens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is changing a lot for me lately. graduation, job opportunities, moving/not moving, more school/no more school. i feel like everything is flying at my face so fast that instead of reaching out and grabbing something i'm just closing my eyes real tight. cause i'm scared of things flying at my face! sometimes i just wish i could have someone else decide what i should do. but then i remember i'm way too controlling for that. so then i start to think maybe i will just flip a coin and let fate decide. but then i remember i'm broke, so no coins. so then i came up with this great idea to just be N'SYNC with the universe. seriously. i don't know if any of you have read/watched "the secret" but basically it's this way of living and part of it describes this concept of visualizing, and believing that something will happen, and then it does. like when i first came in contact with the secret, i decided to be obsessed with it. it was my freshman year in college and finding a parking spot was a total pain in my ass. so i would visualize finding a parking spot within one minute of entering the parking lot. a few times i even stared a car down and visualized the driver coming out and me taking that spot. and believe me or not, it worked. really, you should try it. but if you think it's crazy, then don't try it, cause it won't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-114170428436018658?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/114170428436018658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=114170428436018658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/114170428436018658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/114170428436018658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-secret.html' title='here&apos;s the secret.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8068626119617509299</id><published>2010-03-11T17:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:13:30.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There is a danger in the word someday when what it means is 'not this day.'... The thought 'Someday I will' can be a theif of the opportunities of time and the blessings of eternity."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Henry B. Eyring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8068626119617509299?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8068626119617509299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8068626119617509299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8068626119617509299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8068626119617509299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay.html' title='okay.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6753617385402512320</id><published>2010-03-05T11:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:34:33.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a good girl.</title><content type='html'>on sunday i decided i wanted to be good at something. so i decided to pick up my guitar and well, get good at it. five days later i can now play tom petty's version of "free falling" and people (mom and dad) can identify it. i am also working on "happy birthday" which i have made up by myself. my next song will be "angel" by jack johnson. and i really really really don't like jack johnson. but  a girl has got to make sacrifices for her music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6753617385402512320?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6753617385402512320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6753617385402512320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6753617385402512320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6753617385402512320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-good-girl.html' title='she&apos;s a good girl.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1510779284362326726</id><published>2010-01-31T22:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:09:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my infatuation with graduation.</title><content type='html'>today i registered for graduation. can i say that again? today i registered for GRADUATION. as in, graduating from college. today i registered for graduation. on april 30, 2o1o, i will be a college grad. i'd like to formally invite all of you who read my blog to attend the ceremony. today i registered for graduation and i felt a little bit like crying my eyes out. for a few reasons. one being that i am so excited! another being that i am dreading the months ahead, sooo many simulations (if you're not sure what i mean by that, feel free to call me and i'll explain it to you, i'm not promising a great time). soooo many case studies. sooooooooo many countless hours spent studying and studying again. today i registered for graduation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1510779284362326726?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1510779284362326726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1510779284362326726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1510779284362326726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1510779284362326726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-infatuation-with-graduation.html' title='my infatuation with graduation.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7572629552915234683</id><published>2010-01-22T22:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:32:27.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hi ya'll. so since i am now what i refer to as a "legit blogger" i now participate when i get tagged. so how it goes is that you give five answers to each question. got it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Where were you five years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a. high school. do i have to say 4 more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b. wishing i didn't have a big zit on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c. cruising state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d. wearing low cut shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e. cycling a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. What is on your to-do list today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b. laugh a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c. run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d. play with my dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e. clean my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What five snacks do you enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a. chips and salsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b. popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c. gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d. pretzels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e. sees candy suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What five places have you lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; north provo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b. south provo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c. springville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d. lehi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e. CANADA. woo, thought i wouldn't get five, but i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a. find 99 people and give them each 1 million dollars. so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b. buy dinner for everyone every time i go out with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c. wipe my butt with dollar bills, just to see if it is all it's cracked up to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d. go on every trip i ever get invited to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e. get lasik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;People I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a. ANNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b. lindey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c. ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d. katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e. tyler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7572629552915234683?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7572629552915234683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7572629552915234683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7572629552915234683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7572629552915234683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3944409290984011287</id><published>2010-01-20T22:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:05:44.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>detox: don't read this.</title><content type='html'>so this is probably going to be one of those posts where you're not quite sure what i'm talking about but you could maybe think you know and make your own assumptions and possibly feel uplifted and enlightened. or you could feel like you have no idea what i am even talking about and then get pissed at me because you just wasted precious moments of your life. kind of how i feel when i read emily dickinson. sometimes i feel awesome and sometimes i am like WTF? anyway, so just proceed with caution, i guess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there's been this... um.. thing in my life that has just been eating away at me. i have been feeling like it's my never-ending lot in life that i will just have to deal with. i really thought that there was no escape. (and maybe i just made this thing in my life sound larger than it actually was, but it was large, to me, so just go right ahead thinking that it is large.) anyway, so after a while i was just like, thinking that i had weighed all my options and i was ready to just come to terms with this awfulness and not try to fix it anymore. and then this idea popped into my head. and this idea was simple, all i thought was "get rid of it". and when i thought this thought, i honestly laughed out loud. so i guess you could say i lol'd. really though, isn't that funny? i have been stressing over this problem for.... a long time, and then all the sudden it was like BAM. "hey idiot, why not just get rid of it?" and so that's what i did. i ridded it of my life. and even funnier than that thought is that it actually worked. and even funnier than that is that i had thought this thought before (i think this is the "emily dickinson" part i was referring to earlier, feel free to stop reading now) and just thought the thought was too funny to even consider. so i didn't. and now that i have, boyyy am i glad i did. after i just "got rid of it" i realized what i'd been missing out on this whole time. a world of wonderful people and things right in front of my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to tell you that story to help you understand what i've had on my mind all day. when i was little and when i would tell my mom that she (or someone else) had put me in a bad mood she would say "no one can make you in a bad mood but yourself. you control your mood." and if you know me, you know i'm pretty logical, and in all of my 22 years of life this may be the most logical thing i've ever heard. and as a young child i remember feeling all kinds of angry that i had no clever rebuttal because that is the cleverest rebuttal of all. and yeah i know that events happen and it affects your surroundings and it's healthy to feel real emotion, but i think as a people we carry it for far too long, we miss that step where we free ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in this new year, why not do a little detox and get rid of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3944409290984011287?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3944409290984011287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3944409290984011287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3944409290984011287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3944409290984011287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/detox-dont-read-this.html' title='detox: don&apos;t read this.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2103095450059789638</id><published>2010-01-19T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:29:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my frind lind.</title><content type='html'>so it's lindey's birthday today. and to celebrate we went to the always delicious Happy Sumo. YUMMY. the only thing better than the food was the conversation. hilarious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's to you lindey, a whole post just for you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2103095450059789638?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2103095450059789638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2103095450059789638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2103095450059789638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2103095450059789638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-frind-lind.html' title='my frind lind.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2549262881705794606</id><published>2010-01-17T22:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:41:53.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>board bored boar bore.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i forget what it's like to be bored. this whole week was jam packed with great things. i made money, i learned new things, i made new friends, i made a playlist to get me pumped when i run, i cleaned (k fine, i thought about it though), i slipped on the ice and got this weird bruise on my leg which i'm thinking of making into a permanent tattoo, i laughed REALLY hard that i almost peed, i played with my dogs and realized i might be a dog whisperer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week i think i will finish all my homework for the next two weeks so i can do lots of awesome things, clean my room, see if my playlist works, watch whip it when it comes out, make some bracelets, laugh really hard and most likely whisper to my dogs again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2549262881705794606?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2549262881705794606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2549262881705794606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2549262881705794606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2549262881705794606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/board-bored-boar-bore.html' title='board bored boar bore.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-578038832327110984</id><published>2010-01-14T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:20:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learned that.</title><content type='html'>today was one of those days where i was just so stoked on learning. class was full of interesting stuff and i was taking notes like a maniac. i was underlining words and highlighting sentences. i even got a pretty deep indent on my middle finger and smeared ink on my face, which, after seeing a million people i knew, some girl in my class was like, hey you have ink on your face. awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, i am ALL about school nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5858166318258871519-578038832327110984?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/578038832327110984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-809281626368450354</id><published>2010-01-13T22:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:20:24.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday gurl.</title><content type='html'>when i was seven i had this really awesome plastic football thing that was pretty much indestructible, i could put all my weight on it and it wouldn't even flatten a bit. one day, my sister and i were playing in our room and i decided to show just how awesome it was, so i proceeded to do a balancing act on it that i thought would get a lot of cheers from the crowd. but no, i shared that ball with my sister, and she didn't really enjoy that balancing act, so i threw the ball at her face. k so i know you were expecting a different outcome to that story, but it was the only way i could think of to lead into all the other awesome stories my sister and i share. like this one time when she told me all the presents i was going to get for my birthday, or that time we had a melted chocolate fight in our kitchen. the times we would go to the pool in lehi and try to wait for each other on the slide as the other person would sing "cleopatra, comin at 'cha, cleopatra, comin at 'cha". so awesome. we would get in so much trouble, but we were rebels so we didn't even care. or what about the time i punched her in the face while we were in canada with our grandparents, and she ended up having to walk home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess what i'm really trying to say is that if you don't know my sister, you're really missing out. she's not only gorgeous and insanely funny, but she's the most caring person i know. she has grown up to be a beautiful woman and an amazing wife, and a great example to me. and today, on her birthday, i just want to tell her how amazing it has been to experience life with her by my side as my baby sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an awesome video we made on thanksgiving. just in case you didn't believe me that that girl's got talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a210fa15e99812e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=809281626368450354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/809281626368450354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/809281626368450354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-gurl.html' title='Birthday gurl.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-668171959017755473</id><published>2009-10-13T14:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:13:28.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how to beat off a bad guy:</title><content type='html'>so i dunno who reads this, and who really knows who reads your blog anyway. cause it's like i could probably google anyone and find their blog, probably. anyway, but yeah, i don't really know who does. but i'm guessing if you do, you should probably know how to fight off a bad guy. so i'm gonna tell you, cause i have. you know, beaten off a bad guy, if you will. (side note: i'm really into commas these day, it's like a new obsession of mine. when i write papers for school i like to comma the heck, okay, hell, out of them. i think it makes me seem more smart, or something.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, this post stems from an encounter i had leaving work a few weeks ago. some dude followed me to my car and tried to get in. it was pretty crazy, and i wish i could tell you i jujitsu'd the heck, okay, hell out of him. but i didn't. nor did i run him over with my car or stab him in the eye with my keys. no, none of those things even crossed my mind. they say adrenaline kicks in in times like those, but if that's what adrenaline feels like, i'm screwed. i couldn't even say  my name, let alone karate chop him in the privates. (i first typed balls, but then maybe kids are reading this, and i don't know if that is atomically correct, which leads me to this other funny story i have to insert here, so last weekend i was in Vegas and i ordered some garlic breadstick things, and when the guy brought them to me i was like i ordered breadsticks, and he was like "well these are breadsticks just ball shaped..... i mean ball sized.... i mean..." then walked away mumbling. ba ha.) i could barely tame my shaky hands or swallow the lump in my throat. yeah so i would say that my adrenaline is pretty worthless. luckily i had enough sense to lock the car doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k so you are probably wondering, well when is she going to tell me how to beat off a bad guy when she has obviously proven she can't. well my friends, while i was filing a police report on the incident the officer told me something that i thought was a pretty great weapon, he said "as humans we are blessed with intuition, and you followed that today" he also said "you don't live in happy valley young lady, you're lucky to be alive" and other sentences that scared the crap, okay, shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i don't know if you caught that in the last paragraph but the secret to fighting off a bad guy is your intuition, heart, holy ghost, whatevs you prefer. i like to think that somebody was watching out for me that day, and for that, i am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-668171959017755473?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/668171959017755473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=668171959017755473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/668171959017755473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/668171959017755473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-beat-off-bad-guy.html' title='how to beat off a bad guy:'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4772083666471592234</id><published>2009-08-15T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:17:20.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yeah, don't worry that i igoogle translated that phrase. who knew french phonetics are nonexistent. well folks i say good bye, sayonara, and, of course, au revoir, today to another chapter in my life. i moved home from my cute cozy apartment, complete with two of my best friends and dvr. i will miss it, but i am excited to start the next chapter of my life, complete with 34 credit hours, and hopefully a diploma in april that will prove i am competent to.... well do all things marketing. that's what a diploma means right? yeah, right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/Sod5eUcStaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IM2NTzmjEC8/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/Sod5eUcStaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IM2NTzmjEC8/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370394642453018018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; "&gt;wondering how i survived on my own without my mother's cookin'? two words, horse cake.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4772083666471592234?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4772083666471592234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4772083666471592234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4772083666471592234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4772083666471592234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/08/au-revoir.html' title='Au Revoir!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/Sod5eUcStaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IM2NTzmjEC8/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4229601796881555290</id><published>2009-07-09T13:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:54:49.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my family and i, we have this tradition where we name our cars based off of the license plate. for example, my car in high school had the license plate HWD, which naturally made his name howard. so that was his name, howard, howie, h dawg... whatevs. my mom's van is named young jewish male as the license plate reads YJM. Anyway, you get the picture. so i got a new car a few years ago and was excited to name it. The license plate came, and it read PKR. I was stumped, parker? pucker? picker? nothing fit this car, especially since i felt she was a girl. so, for two years she remained nameless. when i traded her in a few weeks ago, i thought the parting would be simple, as she had no name. but i was wrong. i got choked up and made my mom take a million pictures of her and i. so i would never forget her. thanks nameless mazda3, thanks for the memories... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlZKi95wnHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EsROXceZfnE/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlZKi95wnHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EsROXceZfnE/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356550771396615282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4229601796881555290?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4229601796881555290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4229601796881555290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4229601796881555290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4229601796881555290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-bye.html' title='bye bye bye.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlZKi95wnHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EsROXceZfnE/s72-c/IMG_0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4445568678186065658</id><published>2009-07-07T11:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:40:23.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream, you scream, we all gag for ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlTZ4XBh3uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bkfGNCohe_c/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlTZ4XBh3uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bkfGNCohe_c/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356145419126693602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day, ali and i stopped for food at ice burg. on our way out we also got ice cream cones. we then took pictures of ourselves eating the cones. it was going along just like any normal pic sesh. but then, out of nowhere, ali GAGS on her ice cream. and i mean not just a small gag, but a full on, GAG. GAGAGAG. ugh, i can't even attempt to write how it sounded. but just know, it was hilarious. and the cones were delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4445568678186065658?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4445568678186065658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4445568678186065658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4445568678186065658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4445568678186065658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-you-scream-we-all-gag-for-ice.html' title='Ice cream, you scream, we all gag for ice cream'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlTZ4XBh3uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bkfGNCohe_c/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8880978179804854284</id><published>2009-07-06T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:42:36.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes, the tool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlLdedZuO9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/095IXj6mf7M/s1600-h/5400_125371869988_660704988_2995276_5507006_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlLdedZuO9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/095IXj6mf7M/s320/5400_125371869988_660704988_2995276_5507006_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355586422255270866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my single ladies, PLEASE take note of the man above. And please stay away from him or any other man who acts as he does. His name is Wes. Wes is a tool. He fits all of the stereotypical characteristics of a tool. Unsure of what makes a guy a tool? I figured you would be. So I have compiled the following list of red flags that may indicate the boy you are dating or have a crush on is, indeed, a tool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Oddly dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Accent of some sort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Not sure how to form complete sentences, and if he gets one out, it is not in the correct context.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Likes country music and sings it whenever asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When defeated, says phrases such as, "after this i'm planning on having a lot of sex" "i get chicks"  or, my personal favorite "you're not that hot anyway"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wears Ed Hardy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Biceps bigger than both your thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Small head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Does summer sales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this helps. Also, please note, Wes is not an ex boyfriend of mine, but rather, a bachelorette contestant. Also, if your boyfriend/husband/crush/brother fit the description of two or more of these, please plan an intervention soon. &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/5858166318258871519-8880978179804854284?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8880978179804854284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8880978179804854284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8880978179804854284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8880978179804854284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/07/wes-tool.html' title='Wes, the tool.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SlLdedZuO9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/095IXj6mf7M/s72-c/5400_125371869988_660704988_2995276_5507006_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3064449192136388832</id><published>2009-04-27T16:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:22:14.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>check.</title><content type='html'>i just got done kicking some finance ass. now i can focus on the greater things in life... getting a tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3064449192136388832?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3064449192136388832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3064449192136388832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3064449192136388832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3064449192136388832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/04/check.html' title='check.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6021358126509000245</id><published>2009-04-25T20:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:24:57.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm 17, again.</title><content type='html'>i've jumped on the bandwagon that i use to throw eggs at. i'm one of them. i have a big.fat.crush. on zac efron. there, i said it. i saw 17 again and he has never looked so good to me. if you've seen the movie, i know you can't resist him either. want to start a fan club?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. so there are a lot of you who have gone private. and now i can't stalk you. and i want to see your blog pleeeeeaaaaase. namely: mallory b. etta. sue. keri. please add me, melraea@gmail.com so i can stalk you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6021358126509000245?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6021358126509000245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6021358126509000245&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6021358126509000245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6021358126509000245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-17-again.html' title='i&apos;m 17, again.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2949405823585693276</id><published>2009-04-22T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:50:02.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Future Me:</title><content type='html'>hey girl. so if i bought a bike right this second would you be mad at me for the splurge? or would you be cool with it? please let me know as soon as you know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2949405823585693276?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2949405823585693276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2949405823585693276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2949405823585693276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2949405823585693276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-future-me.html' title='Dear Future Me:'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4979458460117826213</id><published>2009-04-20T11:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:38:07.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hard ball.</title><content type='html'>ever seen it? it's great. just don't watch it if you feel like laughing and crying at the same time. which i prefer to do over a lot of things. so it was my kind of movie. unfortunately, now all my thoughts are constantly singing "i love it when you call me big papa, throw ya hands in the air like yous a true playa, i see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babay, babay". not exactly a tune that helps me figure out how much jane should invest, and at what rate, and for how long, given that she only has twenty years to live, and just found out that her grandpa has already been investing $347.17 a year with an 8 percent coupon rate. oh man, finals week. it's killin me, babay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-4979458460117826213?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4979458460117826213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4979458460117826213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4979458460117826213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4979458460117826213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-ball.html' title='hard ball.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1118956072758835846</id><published>2009-04-19T15:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:20:31.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>movin on up.</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll. so i've decided to grow up. hey, don't think i don't hear you all sighing and saying finally... i hear ya alright. i'm sighing and saying the same thing. sooo first step in said "growing up", move out. yep, i'm doing it. moving out of the 'rents and paying the rent. please join me in wishing that this doesn't fail miserably like all the other times.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. i need boxes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1118956072758835846?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1118956072758835846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1118956072758835846&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1118956072758835846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1118956072758835846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/04/movin-on-up.html' title='movin on up.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8666765922700034324</id><published>2009-04-17T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:55:47.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cruisin for a bruisin.</title><content type='html'>class was fairly uneventful today so i decided to leave early and catch some ZZZ's before work. i also decided to take a different route to the parking lot as a muffin was sounding pretty delicious at eleven in the morning. as i waited in line a noise caught my attention and then life went in slow mo', i turned, and all my dreams came true, i saw a boy, wait, i saw a man, rolling down the hall wearing a pair of heelys. not kidding. music blasted and the wind started blowing in my hair. it was an awwwwww moment. time stood still. then reality kicked in and i lost the man in the crowds. bummer. i really wanted to snag a pic. well i guess you'll just have to take my word for it, heelys are still alive. bless his heart. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8666765922700034324?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8666765922700034324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8666765922700034324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8666765922700034324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8666765922700034324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruisin-for-bruisin.html' title='cruisin for a bruisin.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6733331720119313167</id><published>2009-03-23T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:16:18.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rough day.</title><content type='html'>after my nice loooooooong vaca to st george i just couldn't bring myself to wake up for my 730 class, or my 10 o'clock, or the one at 11. i did make it my 12 though. good for me. and luckily i made it to work. and now, after doing one of the toughest homework assignments, i'm rewarding myself with a little chips and salsa, having what i would call a fiesta, with myself. ooohhhhh the perks of being me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6733331720119313167?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6733331720119313167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6733331720119313167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6733331720119313167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6733331720119313167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/03/rough-day.html' title='rough day.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4066952571772611263</id><published>2009-02-28T15:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:59:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back, in black leather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;so as most of you know, i don't really know how to blog, it's my lot in life. i really want to be good at it, like i want to be good at singing, it just isn't one of my strong points. so as a favor to all of you and to myself, i'm gonna try, like really try. hard. this time to be good at it. and i'm gonna try to be good at singing too. and the trying begins with twenty-five random things you may or may not know about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. i like adding izzle to end of words lately. it's so annoying, and that's probably why i like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when something isn't that cool i like to say "waa waa" and then laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. online shopping is something i find therapeutic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sometimes i laugh at my own jokes. okay, fine, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i have no coordination. hence my insane dancing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i only have good looking friends. i don't do this purposely but somehow i always look around and see people lookin good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if i could eat only chips and salsa for the rest of my life, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i count things for fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i talk to myself. and myself responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i'm a really awful texter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i lose things very easily. don't lend me anything you ever want to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. most of my friends have, at one point, hated on me before they knew me. but now they love me. to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i want my sister, erika, to have a baby so i can play with it all the time. and buy it presents and force it to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. sometimes in the real world when someone says something funny i try to remember it so i can make it my facebook status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i think my parents are probably the cutest couple ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. if i had a million dollars to spend on myself i would not know what to do with it. i may end up spending every penny on food, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i have a hard time understanding people with accents, my mind freaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i can't speak spanish, even though i'm brown. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. when i laugh really hard i usually think i will pee my pants, but haven't yet. luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i plan to never swear again. effective immediately.. but not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. i think photo booth was apple's best invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i like to be busy. and i like to lay around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. i've looked at the same bike online everyday for the passed year and still have not clicked "purchase".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I get anxiety before big purchases. i always have to think about stuff a billion times before i actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. i like leather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;ps. i tag everyone who reads my blog. so yeah, that's you silly. &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/5858166318258871519-4066952571772611263?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4066952571772611263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4066952571772611263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4066952571772611263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4066952571772611263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-in-black-leather.html' title='i&apos;m back, in black leather.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-4794179641678882970</id><published>2008-12-11T10:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:38:24.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I'm 21. cool. like awesome. the blessed day was amazing. family and friends made it one of the best. thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPTiQyXPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cI3777PSEC8/s1600-h/HPIM1069.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPTiQyXPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cI3777PSEC8/s320/HPIM1069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278587435288255730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me, before the festivities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPS4-ezMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-FtmVULrxVk/s1600-h/HPIM1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPS4-ezMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-FtmVULrxVk/s320/HPIM1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278587424205622466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-size: small;"&gt;the rents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPSCnlRbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ow11x4gIjzg/s1600-h/HPIM1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPSCnlRbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ow11x4gIjzg/s320/HPIM1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278587409614063026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPR05ceWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w2I6aqrRScM/s1600-h/HPIM1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPR05ceWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w2I6aqrRScM/s320/HPIM1058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278587405930887522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the best party thrower ever. i love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well there you are, my birthday in a nut shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5858166318258871519-4794179641678882970?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/4794179641678882970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=4794179641678882970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4794179641678882970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/4794179641678882970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SUFPTiQyXPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cI3777PSEC8/s72-c/HPIM1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3082977814975430808</id><published>2008-11-15T17:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:37:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess With the Zohan.. Seriously</title><content type='html'>I love movies. They are my passion. I love to go to opening night, stay up late watching them, rent oldies but goodies, try new genres, try ones that look stupid but end up being good. I unfortunately spent a friday night a few months ago watching don't mess with the zohan on opening night. Afterward, I swore I would never ever, ever, ever watch it again. Well I did. What a waste of a saturday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3082977814975430808?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3082977814975430808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3082977814975430808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3082977814975430808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3082977814975430808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-mess-with-zohan-seriously.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess With the Zohan.. Seriously'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1716470358620069849</id><published>2008-11-13T10:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:37:15.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle while you work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, There was a reason I came to school today. While working diligently in my computer class I came across this beauty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southmoonunder.com/bvc/elise-m-debby-2-front-pocket-bag-135362BRN.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268196772186482050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SRxlDV0I5YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WQ-MfUZ1zyM/s320/Elise-135362-brn-tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back off please.. She's mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Feel free to click on her and purchase if you are looking for a nice gift to give to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1716470358620069849?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1716470358620069849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1716470358620069849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1716470358620069849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1716470358620069849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/11/whistle-while-you-work.html' title='Whistle while you work.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SRxlDV0I5YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WQ-MfUZ1zyM/s72-c/Elise-135362-brn-tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5090664547354100868</id><published>2008-11-11T11:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:23:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A's are my thang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SRnNAQCEYuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ivC3HN25wWk/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Approximately one hour ago I aced my test.. major. I had the urge to shout it from the rooftops. My excitement has now dwindled and I have the urge to shout it from my blog. I'm elated.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SRnNAQCEYuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ivC3HN25wWk/s320/Photo+48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267466643373843170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;These are my parents expressing their joy in the clouds.&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/5858166318258871519-5090664547354100868?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/5090664547354100868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=5090664547354100868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5090664547354100868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5090664547354100868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-are-my-thang.html' title='A&apos;s are my thang.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SRnNAQCEYuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ivC3HN25wWk/s72-c/Photo+48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1536782833609493806</id><published>2008-11-04T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:22:16.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the shoulder boulder holder</title><content type='html'>This is SOOO legit... I p.r.o.m.i.s.e... click &lt;a href="http://te-senneff.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and take advantage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1536782833609493806?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1536782833609493806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1536782833609493806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1536782833609493806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1536782833609493806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-shoulder-boulder-holder.html' title='Over the shoulder boulder holder'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-978886339024368669</id><published>2008-10-21T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:45:26.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SP5pYdw80JI/AAAAAAAAADw/_J-29RGTck0/s1600-h/IMGP7117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SP5pYdw80JI/AAAAAAAAADw/_J-29RGTck0/s320/IMGP7117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259757283843035282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week my mom had surgery to remove a tumor that had grown in her abdomen. The day was long and full of prayer. All 6 of us (me, erika, dad, other melissa, tyler, and curtis) packed into a tiny pre-op room to keep my mom company for a few hours. We had fun keeping my mom calm (okay, so she kept us all calm actually) and playing family feud on my sister's computer. Once the surgery was over we received great news from the docs and all seems to be going well. Other than the fact she has had to stay in the hospital longer than expected. Read &lt;a href="http://candadiantami.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog to catch a funny glimpse of her life for the past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so in love with that woman and I'm so happy that she is healthy and healing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-978886339024368669?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/978886339024368669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=978886339024368669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/978886339024368669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/978886339024368669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SP5pYdw80JI/AAAAAAAAADw/_J-29RGTck0/s72-c/IMGP7117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6050390459597251212</id><published>2008-10-21T08:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:51:04.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out.</title><content type='html'>Hey all. I'm back! I've been MIA for a few weeks (posts on the way) and what better way to hit the scene than with a new blog layout!! Thanks to my girl mally bjork I have a fashion forward blog.. Thanks girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6050390459597251212?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6050390459597251212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6050390459597251212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6050390459597251212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6050390459597251212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/10/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-9057876134824096608</id><published>2008-10-05T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:52:36.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night</title><content type='html'>Every 6 months during priesthood session of general conference my mom, erika, and I go to ladies night at deseret book. If you have never been you should seriously consider going next april. They have a drawing going on all night to win books, pictures, gift baskets, etc. There is also live entertainment and usually some snacks! This weekend my mom wasn't able to go because she was in Colorado. So my sister and I decided to go to keep the tradition alive and went over there just the two of us. She was sorely missed. We first went to forever 21 and both bought new winter jackets that we both needed, another tradition we just might add to the weekend! Then we headed over to ladies night. We didn't win a thing. Too bad. But we got over it quickly once we scarfed down some cafe rio with the boys. I love conference weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-9057876134824096608?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/9057876134824096608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=9057876134824096608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/9057876134824096608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/9057876134824096608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/10/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6397277095520260143</id><published>2008-10-01T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:14:38.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it.</title><content type='html'>The last five days were too stressful. The life of a college student, I guess you could say. I won't name all the things that were due in my school life (2 tests, a presentation.. dang, I couldn't resist) or the situation I encountered in my personal life (I really won't this time) or tell you how many times I cried (6, I think) but I will tell you how grateful I am for prayer and feeling my Heavenly Father's love. That's how I survived the last five days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6397277095520260143?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6397277095520260143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6397277095520260143&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6397277095520260143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6397277095520260143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-made-it.html' title='I made it.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3376076255645738893</id><published>2008-09-27T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:17:19.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my sis</title><content type='html'>As many of you know. My sister recently got married to the love of her life. As she is happily enjoying married life, I am left, well, missing her. You heard me. I just said that. I'm like a lost little kid without that girl. So if you've seen her, could you tell her to call me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3376076255645738893?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3376076255645738893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3376076255645738893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3376076255645738893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3376076255645738893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-my-sis.html' title='I miss my sis'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8310292743011232196</id><published>2008-09-20T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:40:35.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One year older.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SNVfemCVo9I/AAAAAAAAADg/ltnkcIyoNcU/s1600-h/HPIM0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SNVfemCVo9I/AAAAAAAAADg/ltnkcIyoNcU/s320/HPIM0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248205919981249490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my parent's 11 year anniversary of tying the bonds of matrimony. 11 years ago today my dad accepted not only my mom as his wife, but my sister and I as his daughters. Not once in 11 years have I felt like he wasn't my own flesh and blood (other than the time he brought a 20 pound fish through the house on his finger and a hotdog in the other hand.. actually, come to think of it, that may just prove he IS my flesh and blood). Lucky us, and lucky him! He snagged an amazing women who I am proud to call my mother. So here's to you mom and dad! Hope your day is full of romance and love!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8310292743011232196?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8310292743011232196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8310292743011232196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8310292743011232196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8310292743011232196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-year-older.html' title='One year older.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SNVfemCVo9I/AAAAAAAAADg/ltnkcIyoNcU/s72-c/HPIM0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2979931822027641728</id><published>2008-09-16T17:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:23:42.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Click HERE!</title><content type='html'>I'm not very good at all the ins and outs of blogging. Like how do you make a cool banner for the top of your page? Or make words big or make them move around the page? These types of questions leave me clueless and with a boring blog. But the question that has puzzled me the most is how to type the following sentence in my blog "to see this click here" and make the word "here" click-able. huh? Well I decided to figure it out for the sake of something I want you all to click on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My step brother spencer and his wife erin are anxiously waiting to add a new child to their family through adoption. I cannot think of a more deserving family. The way they raise their children (milo &amp;amp; issy, so cute!) is nothing short of amazing. I hope that someday my kids will be as awesome as theirs are. Anyway- I just wanted to link their adoption site right &lt;a href="http://www.parentprofiles.com/profiles/db23249.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Feel free to link it to your blog! &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/5858166318258871519-2979931822027641728?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2979931822027641728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2979931822027641728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2979931822027641728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2979931822027641728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/09/click-here.html' title='Click HERE!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8659164358436684063</id><published>2008-08-29T16:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:49:57.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down on Bended Knee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No there was no proposal. Even better! I went to boys 2 men! Curtis and I and a few friends kicked it old school last night and boy was it memorable! Below is a few pictures I stole (thanks Lind!) from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SLh72lyy-yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/urLAXWD1F8Y/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240074344233892642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Lindey with some awesome glow-in-the-dark bracelets. No outdoor concert would be complete without one.. or five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SLh8ZyNF21I/AAAAAAAAACY/fiYslDzM7tA/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SLh8ZyNF21I/AAAAAAAAACY/fiYslDzM7tA/s320/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240074948860828498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curtis and I posing for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SLh8tUXbHsI/AAAAAAAAACg/c4BcgrLcz64/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240075284448485058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys 2 Men at their finest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5858166318258871519-8659164358436684063?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8659164358436684063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8659164358436684063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8659164358436684063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8659164358436684063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-on-bended-knee.html' title='Down on Bended Knee!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SLh72lyy-yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/urLAXWD1F8Y/s72-c/DSC01102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7948411742196635880</id><published>2008-08-26T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:00:42.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift from me to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I bought myself a present. No, not a bike. I bought myself a brand new mac book. And I'm so happy I did! It is so cute and perfect. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for all you blog stalkers of mine. I'm seriously seriously going to use my new computer to spread more of my life through blogging. I half promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7948411742196635880?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7948411742196635880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7948411742196635880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7948411742196635880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7948411742196635880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/08/gift-from-me-to-me.html' title='A gift from me to me'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-5045426124829648032</id><published>2008-08-19T18:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:12:55.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turns out...</title><content type='html'>I am original. Unlike abbie I am unable to blog for thirty days straight. So instead I will ATTEMPT to blog.... often. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next few blogs will most about, what else, The Wedding (notice the capitalization) and other events relating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the bachelorette party:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really really really excited for my sister and the fact that she asked me to be the maid-of-honor. So I took it upon myself to throw a trashy PG-13 boarder line R rated bachelorette party.  And boy was it all that I could have hoped for AND more. It was too fun. Seriously. Like a blast. The day began with pedicures and ended with a trip to the bowling alley. Innocent you say? Uh, no, I say. Unfortunately I have no pictures to prove it (sorry erin) but I will hopefully have some to post soon. (again, sorry erin)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-5045426124829648032?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/5045426124829648032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=5045426124829648032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5045426124829648032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/5045426124829648032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/08/turns-out.html' title='Turns out...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-8112517904557344593</id><published>2008-08-17T22:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:54:21.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not original</title><content type='html'>So my (step, half, cute, fun) sister abbie is doing a blog-a-day for thirty days. So I am going to copy her! Day 1... check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-8112517904557344593?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/8112517904557344593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=8112517904557344593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8112517904557344593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/8112517904557344593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-original.html' title='I&apos;m not original'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3852110213304801155</id><published>2008-07-08T20:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:57:35.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimbledon</title><content type='html'>Just call me venus and serena's long lost sister...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I began my first day of tennis lessons with my friends Mallory and Caitlyn. I would recommend picking up tennis to anyone. In this lesson we learned how to front hand (is that what it's called cat?) the ball and play queen of the court. I was queen twice, so exhilarating. I'll keep you posted on my progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3852110213304801155?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3852110213304801155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3852110213304801155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3852110213304801155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3852110213304801155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/07/wimbledon.html' title='Wimbledon'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2646246762805054176</id><published>2008-07-08T10:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:02:55.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take two</title><content type='html'>For those of you who cannot see my baby. Here it is.. hopefully. I am computer illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Electra's Blanc Et Noir is one classy cruiser!" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: 0px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px solid; WIDTH: 260px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px solid; HEIGHT: 162px" height="162" alt="Electra's Blanc Et Noir is one classy cruiser!" hspace="4" src="http://binghamcyclery.com/images/library/site/elect_blancetnoir3_260_07_p.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2646246762805054176?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2646246762805054176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2646246762805054176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2646246762805054176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2646246762805054176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-two.html' title='Take two'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-99434827600916765</id><published>2008-07-06T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:59:12.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you</title><content type='html'>I'm in love...&lt;div&gt;or rather, I'm obsessed. Like literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who know me or have been around me any time within the past three months you know I cannot stop talking about getting a bike. When asked what is wrong, my usual reply is simply, bike. When curtis asks what I want for dinner I say, bike. I dream about bikes. I get upset when I see people on bikes (that is no joke, I sometimes find myself getting teary-eyed). I get headaches thinking about which bike would be my perfect fit. Well my headache subsided when I saw this little beauty strolling with an undeserving girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://C3B4764C-E9DE-417C-B7CB-DF6A014DB383/elect_blancetnoir3_260_07_p.jpg" alt="elect_blancetnoir3_260_07_p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I trust all of you to not steal this bike from me. I must save my whole life to buy it. I give permission only to lindey who helped me find out where I could purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-99434827600916765?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/99434827600916765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=99434827600916765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/99434827600916765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/99434827600916765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-stop-thinkin-bout-you.html' title='Can&apos;t stop thinkin&apos; &apos;bout you'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-286220749000998950</id><published>2008-07-05T14:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:28:41.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister The Bridal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_ZJaTG0hI/AAAAAAAAABA/hQYGoxBLvlA/s1600-h/HPIM0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last Tuesday my sister, my mom, and I made the trip up to Sugarhouse for my sisters bridals. I only teared up once and the rest of the time it was all business. Being the maid of honor it was naturally my responsibility to make sure the bride looked her best at all times. And believe me, I performed. Or rather, she performed. She looked GORGEOUS! She even looked great in the pictures I snagged with my digital camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is me preforming my maid of honor duties. Protecting the dress from the dirty floor and holding the boquet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_V14Qc-lI/AAAAAAAAAAw/A8epqegMT7A/s1600-h/HPIM0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_V14Qc-lI/AAAAAAAAAAw/A8epqegMT7A/s320/HPIM0387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219625614756870738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the most you'll see of the bride on this blog. I am trying to respect Tyler's (erika's fiance) wishes to not see erika in her dress until the day of. So I'll post pictures of my mom and me. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_Ypl61TlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/53-yY5UmzEQ/s1600-h/HPIM0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_Ypl61TlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/53-yY5UmzEQ/s320/HPIM0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219628702210805330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_ZJaTG0hI/AAAAAAAAABA/hQYGoxBLvlA/s1600-h/HPIM0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_ZJaTG0hI/AAAAAAAAABA/hQYGoxBLvlA/s320/HPIM0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219629248847204882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the day was successful. I'm ready for a wedding!&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;br /&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/5858166318258871519-286220749000998950?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/286220749000998950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=286220749000998950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/286220749000998950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/286220749000998950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sister-bridal.html' title='My Sister The Bridal'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SG_V14Qc-lI/AAAAAAAAAAw/A8epqegMT7A/s72-c/HPIM0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-7691021588588777122</id><published>2008-05-12T16:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:19:42.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She beat me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199619384637110290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SCjCSBSHuBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/i7TYpq_vRdU/s320/California+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true! My little sis is engaged! Here she is with her future husband, showing off the bling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-7691021588588777122?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/7691021588588777122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=7691021588588777122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7691021588588777122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/7691021588588777122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-true-my-little-sis-is-engaged-here.html' title='She beat me.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SCjCSBSHuBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/i7TYpq_vRdU/s72-c/California+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-3908935282311903269</id><published>2008-04-29T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:37:58.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Answer these 15 questions about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals&lt;br /&gt;3 Current obsessions/collections&lt;br /&gt;3 Random/surprising facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag five people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends and fam and my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;3. The bachelor (london calling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling off of a tredmill.&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting a bad haircut.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never being able to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduatinig school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Participate in a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;3. Be domestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current obsessions/collections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diet Dr Peper.&lt;br /&gt;2. T shirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Going green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Random surprising facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no coordination.. i know.. shocker!&lt;br /&gt;2. I think i am double jointed in my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to eat. again, shocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tag My mom, my sis, and amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-3908935282311903269?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/3908935282311903269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=3908935282311903269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3908935282311903269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/3908935282311903269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-6985661055999519080</id><published>2008-04-20T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:53:36.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blogging!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Since finals are this week I figured that, naturally, I would write a new post for my blog! So here I am, for all of you who have been wishing and hoping for me to post! Now I come across my next obstacle, what to write about? Dang! I think I'm just meant to be a blog hopper for the rest of my life, and not a contributor. Sorry everyone. I tried. Talk to you next month! Farewell!&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-6985661055999519080?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/6985661055999519080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=6985661055999519080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6985661055999519080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/6985661055999519080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m blogging!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-1634198366766568379</id><published>2008-03-09T18:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:44:49.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Curtis and I went to vegas!! Woo! We partied the whole time... well actually not really. We went shopping and loved it!!.. again actually not really.. I went shopping while curtis pretended he was loving it. We also went to two of the BYU games, which, sadly, they lost.. which I only care that they lost cause curtis almost cried. It was a short trip, but so fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-1634198366766568379?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/1634198366766568379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=1634198366766568379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1634198366766568379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/1634198366766568379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-9125310410990698780</id><published>2008-03-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:11:10.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anderson Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/R9Ni3H6kB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UNx7jADpNUw/s1600-h/n515944545_608727_4722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175589095935838050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/R9Ni3H6kB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UNx7jADpNUw/s200/n515944545_608727_4722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how awesome my family is. I'm not even lying. Like look at them. We didn't even plan that picture but it turned out super cool. Thanks to photobooth. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-9125310410990698780?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/9125310410990698780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=9125310410990698780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/9125310410990698780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/9125310410990698780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/03/anderson-fam.html' title='Anderson Fam'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/R9Ni3H6kB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UNx7jADpNUw/s72-c/n515944545_608727_4722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858166318258871519.post-2684612265024834592</id><published>2008-03-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:11:28.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs are for married people with kids</title><content type='html'>Don't you think? Cause really, what am I going to put up here. Probably nothing. Cause I don't have kids that do cute things or husbands that do weird things. But my friends from work told me I need a blog. So I'm gonna blog it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858166318258871519-2684612265024834592?l=mel-rae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/feeds/2684612265024834592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858166318258871519&amp;postID=2684612265024834592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2684612265024834592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858166318258871519/posts/default/2684612265024834592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mel-rae.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogs-are-for-married-people-with-kids.html' title='blogs are for married people with kids'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232837372768046313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYwJf6oLDy4/SdjkWxTBlrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DZ3JPyCDbv8/S220/HPIM1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
