<?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-6962537477955467662</id><updated>2011-10-12T00:18:50.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I really be this Boring</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-670870347481940536</id><published>2011-01-01T09:27:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:42:56.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TSO-hjU9UoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LGyGAVtdX0U/s1600/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TSO-hjU9UoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LGyGAVtdX0U/s400/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558495848733430402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joke around that 2010 was the year of the Hokie Pokie.  It seemed as tho every body part I put in the surgical center ended up being altered.  Perhaps my body had reached a sort of warranty expiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February I started the ball rolling.  I had my right foot operated on.  I had the bunion removed.  I took two days of work off.  One day for surgery and one additional to recover. Thanks to the holiday for the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in March I had my left foot operated on.  It too needed bunion surgery.  Of all the surgeries for the year the left bunion surgery was the most painful.  I took two days off for this surgery.  One for the day of surgery and one more to recover.  No holiday this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May I began working on my Thyroid.  This took thru August to find some progress.  Due to this process my other surgeries were put on hold.  This involved MANY doctor visits and blood work as well as ultrasounds, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to surgeries, in September I had my right hand carpal tunnel done.  I was the most worried about this surgery.  My hands are my employment and my right hand is the key.  I was grateful that I only needed to take two days off of work for this.  One day for the surgery and one day additionally to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I started November off with the left hand carpal tunnel surgery.  This was pretty easy.  I took two days off work for this one.  Again one for surgery and one day additionally to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally in December, I had a hysterectomy.  They had to open me up from my tummy and remove the parts.  This makes the recovery harder.  But for some reason I was really blessed.  I walked quicker than anyone else.  I went home a day early.  I went to work one week after surgery.  I recommend this surgery BUT REMEMBER TO WALK ASAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a total of $36,000 worth of work done.  Due to my medical coverage I was blessed and only had to pay $2700.  That is amazing to me.  I am very blessed that the costs were minimal.  I did that intentionally so that I could have it all done under one max out of pocket.  But it did take its toll.  I wouldn't recommend that many surgeries in one year to anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the wrist/ankle bands to prove the 5 surgeries!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-670870347481940536?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/670870347481940536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=670870347481940536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/670870347481940536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/670870347481940536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-looking-back.html' title='2010 - Looking Back'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TSO-hjU9UoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LGyGAVtdX0U/s72-c/IMG_1275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-2594146776083877682</id><published>2010-11-11T09:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:04:20.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The evolution to Horsewoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TNwiAZVvclI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FwQgjhNh2mc/s1600/leaving%2Bthe%2Bscene%2Bof%2Ba%2Bcrime.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TNwiAZVvclI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FwQgjhNh2mc/s400/leaving%2Bthe%2Bscene%2Bof%2Ba%2Bcrime.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538339031956288082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole lifestyle change I am making is quite a surprise to me.  I never would have thought I love horses and horse riding...NEVER!  Yet there is such an enjoyment and satisfaction that I just cannot describe.  I cannot get enough.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have evolved into wearing Wranglers, spurs, cowboy hats, cowboy shirts, and even a duster!!! &lt;br /&gt;I find myself daily wondering when I get to ride again.  I think about the last ride until it is the day of the next ride.  It is amazing to see all I can see while riding a horse.  The calm, peaceful feelings drive me.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to feed the horses.  I love to go visit them.  They always are happy to see me.  It is like visiting an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;Now there are some not so positive things associated to riding horses.  The biggest issue is poop on shoes.  I really dont care for that and the mess associated.&lt;br /&gt;Having said all of that let me tell you a funny story.  One of the chores associated with horses is to clean the horse blankets.  So off to the laundromat we go.  Now I won't name the friend or the laundromat.  I will take the heat.&lt;br /&gt;It was hysterical to see two grown women who haven't been to a laundromat in 20+ years begin this adventure.  I will try to describe.&lt;br /&gt;First, we loaded the blankets/pads in my car and off we go.  We of course stopped for a drink to enjoy while we lounge at the laundromat.  My friend was wise enough to have cash to use at the laundromat.  I thought they would have debit card machines.  No laundromats have not gone high tech yet.&lt;br /&gt;Second, using our leather riding gloves, we load the blankets/pads each in their own washing machine.  TEN MACHINES.  We wanted to make sure they were each clean.  We put a lot of soap in each machine again because of our goal...CLEAN!  Finally we put coins in the ten machines ($15 worth) to begin the process.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS EASY!!!!  30 minutes later it will all be done....oh was I wrong!&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the probems began.  We forgot to think about the need for the machine to be balanced.  Actually my friend had suggested we put two in each machine but shot her down because I wanted these bankets to be really clean.&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the next 45 minutes moving wet blankets as the machines encounter the balancing problems.  WATER on the floor....suds...horse hair...get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;Add to it that my friend had to be more of the slave labor than me because of my hand surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the end, we could smell that at least one machine was broken maybe two.  One machine stopped completely on the soak cycle.  We decided our adventure needed to come to a quick close.&lt;br /&gt;As we ensured no security camaras, we pulled the very very wet blankets/pads out of the soaking cycle and loaded them in the cart.  BUCKETS of water dripped off.  We couldn't get out of there fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how we left the laundromat.  Hopefully that says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-2594146776083877682?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/2594146776083877682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=2594146776083877682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2594146776083877682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2594146776083877682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/11/evolution-to-horsewoman.html' title='The evolution to Horsewoman'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TNwiAZVvclI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FwQgjhNh2mc/s72-c/leaving%2Bthe%2Bscene%2Bof%2Ba%2Bcrime.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8534031863320889070</id><published>2010-11-06T07:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:44:18.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pee'd my Pants!</title><content type='html'>Yes you heard that correctly.  Sorry if this scares any of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had the left hand operated on for carpal tunnel.  It was a smashing success.  HOWEVER, I did have one problem.  Yes you guessed it from the title of this entry.  I did pee my pants.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I have surgery they ask me to bring in a urine sample.  They want to confirm I am not pregnant.  I tell them it is not possible but they have their procedures.  Each time I bring the sample in a zip lock bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just got home from a trip late the night before and I had not unpacked my "purse".  So I grabbed another one.  I threw the wallet, phone and ziplock bag into the 2nd purse and out the door I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the lobby waiting for them to call my name when I felt something wet all over my lap.  I had the purse sitting there.  I realized immediately that the ziplock must not have locked.  Sure enough I looked inside to discover the zip wasn't completely zipped.  LUCKY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the nurse called me in and asked me how I was doing.  I told her I had just pee'd my pants.  She consoled me and explained that sometimes surgery is stressful.  She told me not to worry.  Then I told her the story.  She laughed so hard she told everyone we encountered.  I was the hit of the surgical center that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the rest of the story.  My I think I am so funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8534031863320889070?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8534031863320889070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8534031863320889070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8534031863320889070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8534031863320889070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-peed-my-pants.html' title='I Pee&apos;d my Pants!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6056270297293986610</id><published>2010-08-06T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:52:37.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Drivers - not just in Utah!!</title><content type='html'>I know Utah drivers can be real jerks (to say the least)!  I encounter them on a regular basis.  Further I seem to always hear another horror story about driving on I15 whenever my family comes to town.  I think I am the official "I am sorry" person for the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last weekend I drove to Idaho.  I had the WORST experience with a driver ever!  He was a nightmare.  Later I was able to take this picture.  This is proof that the bad driver plates are not just from Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they are from 1J!  So stereotypical huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TFwvrvjxNoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/y455eBdV5vo/s1600/bad+driver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TFwvrvjxNoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/y455eBdV5vo/s400/bad+driver.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502325273287276162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6056270297293986610?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6056270297293986610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6056270297293986610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6056270297293986610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6056270297293986610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-drivers-not-just-in-utah.html' title='Bad Drivers - not just in Utah!!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TFwvrvjxNoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/y455eBdV5vo/s72-c/bad+driver.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-7192612880962796672</id><published>2010-07-10T13:54:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:02:46.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Well after 7.5 years it is done.  I have said my good-byes to my old Saturn VUE.  Yes it was hard for the no car payment lifestyle to come to an end.  But there were some issues that scared me especially of late.  So I knew it was time.&lt;br /&gt;The decision for a new car was easier than I thought.  I have some specifics that really limited me.  For your personal enjoyment (or to become bored) I had the following criteria:&lt;br /&gt;- SUV or Crossover&lt;br /&gt;- V6&lt;br /&gt;- Leather seating - preferable light colored&lt;br /&gt;- Sunroof&lt;br /&gt;- Used&lt;br /&gt;- exterior color - white, cream, or metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based upon the above and my specific car payment expectations, I found a specific Ford Edge that I quickly fell in like with.  The dealer and I were able to come to an agreement!  I am now an official new car buyer.  Here are a couple pictures just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjRLsiPmHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JL9EKkyweCs/s1600/my+new+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjRLsiPmHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JL9EKkyweCs/s400/my+new+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492369744441874546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjRsOJCGwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E1_0t8-nKAc/s1600/my+new+car+-+dash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjRsOJCGwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E1_0t8-nKAc/s400/my+new+car+-+dash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492370303218752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjR0YPWUZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hu8DbHkllx4/s1600/my+new+car+-+sunroof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjR0YPWUZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hu8DbHkllx4/s400/my+new+car+-+sunroof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492370443368550802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-7192612880962796672?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/7192612880962796672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=7192612880962796672' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7192612880962796672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7192612880962796672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/TDjRLsiPmHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JL9EKkyweCs/s72-c/my+new+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-7232928974365273498</id><published>2010-04-07T10:26:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:23:49.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles amidst Disasters</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I discovered water in my basement.  I soon discovered that there is a leak in my water main and that water is coming into my basement.  Initially I was in a complete panic and scared to death my home was falling apart.  To me, a single woman, dealing with this problem was a complete disaster!!!  Only upon further thought have I discovered all the miracles that are occuring during such a frightful challenge.  This posting is largely for me to capture all the miracles.  Feel free to read but realize that I am not trying to brag.  I just want to remember for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, &lt;/strong&gt;I had surgery on both feet starting 12-Feb.  This means that since that time I have gone down stairs only a couple times in two months.  The only reason I went downstairs in the past two months is when I had family down there.  So it is a miracle that the leak didn't occur prior to Wednesday night.  I was downstairs because my brother Ben was in town.  We were downstairs watching TV and I needed to use the restroom.  That is when I discovered the moisture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second,&lt;/strong&gt; We know the leak didn't begin prior to 5:30pm that same day because Ben and I were down there taking some groceries to the food store room.  Again I am grateful I needed to go down there before so I knew when the nightmare began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third, &lt;/strong&gt;although having 14 people staying with you might seem like an extra burden on top of a water leak it was actually a blessing because they all helped watch the leak to ensure the nightmare didn't grow.  Having my Dad and brothers watching was invaluable to me.  I felt less alone dealing with the problem because they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth,&lt;/strong&gt; I am so grateful that we cleaned up the mess quickly Wednesday night and had a make shift method of routing the water.  Again I am grateful to Ben and my neighbor Larry for that.  Carpet was pulled up and drying within minutes of discovering the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth,&lt;/strong&gt; I am not a plumber.  Further I am not even a handy person.  YET in the middle of the night when I was awake with worry, a thought came to me how to control the water during the weekend and still proceed with family plans as well as an important baby shower.  When the plumber came the next morning I told him of the idea and he was impressed.  That was deemed a great idea and we did it and it worked!  That idea was not mine.  I know EXACTLY where it came from.  It came from a loving Heavenly Father who wanted the plans of the weekend to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth, &lt;/strong&gt;Dispite the noise produced by three air handlers, my family were great sports to sleep and deal with the mess.  They all had to deal with it and never complained about it.  In fact I watched tender brothers, parents and sisters-in-law express compassion and concern.  A greater attachment to each of them developed as a result of the weekend.  I dearly love them all for enduring the situation and my stress level.  I have an amazing family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh, &lt;/strong&gt;Although today I sit still with a water leak, carpet not installed, baseboards not installed, very little sleep in 6 days, and a HUGE moat (see picture below) around my house, I have peace!  Clearly the equipment failed but thru this experience I have felt my Heavenly Father is aware of me.  Sometimes in life we are dealing with struggles and we loose that confidence he is aware.  What a blessing to have that feeling return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eighth,&lt;/strong&gt; I am grateful that political situations were resolved easily while dealing with my HOA, the builder, and others.  I handled those situations better than I am capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninth,&lt;/strong&gt;, I am grateful for the inspiration to resist advice from the Disaster Recovery firm.  As a result I saved money.  I later discovered their attempt to be fraudulent.  But the inspiration was dead on when the mortal mind would say to follow the direction of the experts.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that is all the miracles.  I dont want to forget any.  I am deeply indebt to my Father in Heaven for the miracles.  I am especially grateful for the reminder that he is aware of me and my needs.  I love him dearly.  &lt;br /&gt;Someday this nightmare will end.  I hope the experience is lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/S7y_MKSwdrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BEf0ctIJthM/s1600/water+main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/S7y_MKSwdrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BEf0ctIJthM/s400/water+main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457447064108562098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-7232928974365273498?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/7232928974365273498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=7232928974365273498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7232928974365273498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7232928974365273498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/04/miracles-amidst-disasters.html' title='Miracles amidst Disasters'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/S7y_MKSwdrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BEf0ctIJthM/s72-c/water+main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-925802457785820408</id><published>2010-03-25T13:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:49:55.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Talent</title><content type='html'>I have so few talents that the death of one is worth memorializing.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a small child or I want to remember it has been that long, I have had the talent of pinching with my toes.  I could cause real pain.  I loved it!  I could be sitting a "safe" distance from someone and sure enough cause pain when they didn't expect it.  Siblings, neices and nephews alike have had the memorial experience.  &lt;br /&gt;WELL IT ENDED.  With the surgeries on my feet this has come to a crashing end.  I know sad day.&lt;br /&gt;I realized this yesterday evening when it occurred to me that I might not be able to accomplish this wonderful feat.  I tried a few times with the right foot WITHOUT SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is one of those things that when a door closes there is a window somewhere that is opened.  I just can't loose talents without replacements!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-925802457785820408?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/925802457785820408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=925802457785820408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/925802457785820408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/925802457785820408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-of-talent.html' title='Death of a Talent'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-7599398469573291298</id><published>2010-03-16T18:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:15:18.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokey Pokey - Right Foot In...Surgery</title><content type='html'>Well I have always loved the Hokey Pokey song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/hokey.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, the fact that the song was invented for the Ski Crowd in Sun Valley, Idaho means it is an Idaho song.  No wonder I love it.  It is my Idaho upbringing that calls me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my FAVORITE joke ever is about the death of the author of the Hokey Pokey.  Let me tell it to you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. &lt;br /&gt;Larry La Prise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for the family was getting him into the coffin. &lt;br /&gt;They put his left leg in..... and then the trouble started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to have my own Hokey Pokey Blog!!!  After years of pain, and months of sleeping without sheets and blankets on my feet, I decided to get my bunions on both feet removed.  I have heard horror stories and had waited till now.  I finally decided that it was better to stop the pain.  So I found a GREAT GREAT GREAT podiatrist to perform the removals.  Dr. Schiffgen.  Anyway, Feb 12th was the first surgery...the right foot.  I decided to throw in an ingrown toenail surgery while at it.  Might as well get it all done at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;I opted to do each foot separately so that I could care for myself during the healing process.  SMART MOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dear parents came down for the first surgery.  They were angels to sacrifice their schedules and responsibilities for me.  My Momma waited on my hand and foot.  Bless her.  My dad did all sorts of chores he could drum up to help in the process.  He even brought me flowers to cheer me up.  They are the greatest blessing in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok so this was my first ever surgery (outside wisdom teeth and eye surgery).  I had it done in a real hospital.  I wore the funky hospital gown but it didn't have a gaping hole in the back.  I had the best nurses, Louise was my favorite.  However I was out before I even got to the operating room! &lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos from before the 12th thru the 11th of March (before my left foot).  I am grateful for the healing process.  I am grateful for the tender mercies.  I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father.  I am really glad I did the Hokey Pokey and put the right foot in... surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos.  Some are a bit bloody.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31bb628441c15b14" 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" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31bb628441c15b14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51DBD00D654E8C352AC4C4E29BD3A8008557A191.7D8F9DDD62B6A2FA6B5C79C52533FAAFEF436D19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31bb628441c15b14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Hg0W5sjQM9zf1qq2xqiZL3BHvI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31bb628441c15b14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51DBD00D654E8C352AC4C4E29BD3A8008557A191.7D8F9DDD62B6A2FA6B5C79C52533FAAFEF436D19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31bb628441c15b14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Hg0W5sjQM9zf1qq2xqiZL3BHvI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have already bought 3 pair of sandals that I could never wear before.  So the pretty factor is the frosty on the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-7599398469573291298?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/7599398469573291298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=7599398469573291298' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7599398469573291298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7599398469573291298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/03/hokey-pokey-right-foot-in.html' title='Hokey Pokey - Right Foot In...Surgery'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6752882932503553221</id><published>2010-02-22T10:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:01:19.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Humor</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in Relief Society we had a discussion on Agency.  The meeting had gone well.  It was a great learning experience.  At the end the teacher was trying to make her final point which is we won't be tested beyond our ability to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked a friend who is an absolute angel to read 1 Corinthians 10:13 which talks about her final point.  The dear friend accidentally read 1 Corinthians 11:13 instead.  This verse says, "Judge in yourselves: is it acomely that a woman pray unto God uncovered?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the final point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6752882932503553221?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6752882932503553221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6752882932503553221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6752882932503553221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6752882932503553221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-humor.html' title='Church Humor'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1266222051275589208</id><published>2009-11-16T15:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:33:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Frontier</title><content type='html'>After 5.5 years of living in my home I can FINALLY say that my basement construction projects are done.  I have completed the 1/2 bath and kitchenette in the basement.  Now many people finish their home BEFORE they move in.  NOT ME!  I have had to do it as I can afford to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the final results.  Keep in mind that a picture doesn't say enough but it is all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one final comment...I guess it isn't finished because I still need to buy a fridge for the hole under the counter in the kitchenette.  AUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the 1/2 bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHSzQzDgII/AAAAAAAAAHo/CnWmO9GGqLQ/s1600/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHSzQzDgII/AAAAAAAAAHo/CnWmO9GGqLQ/s400/bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404832805945573506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the kitchenette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHS_5-CTZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/21VtG7yu8n4/s1600/kitchenette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHS_5-CTZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/21VtG7yu8n4/s400/kitchenette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404833023155916178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I put in cupboards in the laundry room while I was at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHTJg6hzFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/090mjCu7PW4/s1600/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHTJg6hzFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/090mjCu7PW4/s400/laundry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404833188229008466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1266222051275589208?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1266222051275589208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1266222051275589208' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1266222051275589208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1266222051275589208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-frontier.html' title='The Final Frontier'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SwHSzQzDgII/AAAAAAAAAHo/CnWmO9GGqLQ/s72-c/bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-3110223797767795364</id><published>2009-06-21T19:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:13:45.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedicure</title><content type='html'>As part of the pre-wedding preparation, we all went to a salon and got pedicures and/or manicures.  It reminded me of the group pedicures with Cameron years ago.  We had a blast.  Here are the photos.  ENJOY!!!!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b11b7bb24e732f8c" 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" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db11b7bb24e732f8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1200C539AF99C02D3FBA3A1BFBD8EAC05FAF2B65.5355A62BA5AD14BA9A3C8D9E696D50A4FCB58747%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db11b7bb24e732f8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfjKRwB2ScsIC98f6rknDryHqhBU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db11b7bb24e732f8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1200C539AF99C02D3FBA3A1BFBD8EAC05FAF2B65.5355A62BA5AD14BA9A3C8D9E696D50A4FCB58747%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db11b7bb24e732f8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfjKRwB2ScsIC98f6rknDryHqhBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-3110223797767795364?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b11b7bb24e732f8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/3110223797767795364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=3110223797767795364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3110223797767795364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3110223797767795364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/06/pedicure.html' title='Pedicure'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8398199590287701331</id><published>2009-06-08T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:56:42.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New iPhone for a new iGirl</title><content type='html'>Yippee!!!!!  The new iPhone was announced today.  Check it out!!!!  I have already pre-ordered it.  I will get it next week.  This is better than Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8398199590287701331?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8398199590287701331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8398199590287701331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8398199590287701331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8398199590287701331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-iphone-for-new-igirl.html' title='A New iPhone for a new iGirl'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-4665287034509129504</id><published>2009-06-03T17:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:41:04.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>I know these pictures might seem silly but I am NEVER growing their hair out again to do this.  This is all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicJvFrPlVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6PKvzSj6QGk/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicJvFrPlVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6PKvzSj6QGk/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343250187480438098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my front porch after the girls came in from their potty break.  The paw-prints are from the wet grass.  Cute huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicKAXO97tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g02vHHCQMJI/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicKAXO97tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g02vHHCQMJI/s400/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343250484251455186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-4665287034509129504?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/4665287034509129504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=4665287034509129504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4665287034509129504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4665287034509129504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicJvFrPlVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6PKvzSj6QGk/s72-c/IMG_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8492409103142160410</id><published>2009-06-03T17:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:37:41.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gansta Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Here is proof that my dad is HIP!  He is sportin' and OGIO hat and it is tilted correctly too.  I sure love him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicJNKnw0uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jIWENnn-JnM/s1600-h/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicJNKnw0uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jIWENnn-JnM/s400/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343249604692464354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8492409103142160410?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8492409103142160410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8492409103142160410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8492409103142160410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8492409103142160410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/06/gansta-grandpa.html' title='Gansta Grandpa'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicJNKnw0uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jIWENnn-JnM/s72-c/IMG_0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8192216597110544327</id><published>2009-06-03T17:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:35:52.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weston and Brigette's Trip and Photos of the Boys</title><content type='html'>I hesitate to post these pictures because I dont seem to take enough pictures and clearly I dont have enough pictures of others when they come to visit.  However allow me to indulge.&lt;br /&gt;Gregg, Roman and Brooklyn all came to visit me.  They even brought their folks.  We had a delightful trip and the time seemed to go by far too fast.  It is so fun to get to know the personalities of these kids.  They each are different and a blast to spend time with.  I am very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Gregg playing my piano.  Isn't it cute to see his feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicHzplL96I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Cq8mlxxpz_M/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicHzplL96I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Cq8mlxxpz_M/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343248066814932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a picture of Weston playing my piano.  Isn't it cute to see his feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicIFHeHkzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/A10Bt0J64tM/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicIFHeHkzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/A10Bt0J64tM/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343248366896124722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a picture proving that the adults tired the children...except Brooklyn.  She wore me CLEAN OUT!!!  That delightful angel floated around the entire gardens and never got tired.  She amazes me.  I want to be more like Brooklyn when I grow up!  Too bad I didn't take a picture of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicItDOUQ5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/TNA0sh02v0E/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicItDOUQ5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/TNA0sh02v0E/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343249052950872978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8192216597110544327?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8192216597110544327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8192216597110544327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8192216597110544327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8192216597110544327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/06/weston-and-brigettes-boys.html' title='Weston and Brigette&apos;s Trip and Photos of the Boys'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicHzplL96I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Cq8mlxxpz_M/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6542105693712700493</id><published>2009-06-03T17:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:27:46.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Conference</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me for being so slow when it comes to blogging.  I cant seem to have my task list end when the day does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is fun picture of my folks enjoying conference (or sleeping???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicG3yrzH-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/cK3p6nsDkds/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicG3yrzH-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/cK3p6nsDkds/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343247038466432994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6542105693712700493?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6542105693712700493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6542105693712700493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6542105693712700493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6542105693712700493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/06/april-conference.html' title='April Conference'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SicG3yrzH-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/cK3p6nsDkds/s72-c/IMG_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-3422402165148492566</id><published>2009-03-16T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:42:00.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Worker Training</title><content type='html'>I am a temple worker in the Draper Temple.  I am pretty excited about this.  I have had three different training days.  All have been helpful.  I will be working Thursday evenings from 4pm to 8pm.  I have learned several things that I want to share.  Sorry no photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last session of training, they turned me loose on the phones to talk to real people with real scheduling needs.  I did have a trainer behind me to assist me if I needed it.  Well one of my calls was a brother from our stake that I know quite well.  He is a high councilman assigned to our ward.  I am in many meetings with him.  His name is Bro. John Brown.  Well he indicated who he was and that he had called to schedule.  I said, "Is this Brother John Brown from the South Mountain 5th Ward?"  He said, "Yes"  I then looked over my shoulder to ensure my trainer was not in ear shot.  I said, "Well Brother Brown, I have been instructed not to take your calls.  There must be a problem with you!"  He was then very apologetic.  I started to laugh.  I couldn't hold it anymore.  I then told him, "Oh this is Sister Davis from the 6th ward"  We all laughed really hard.  I got his goat...good.  I hope at some point in time I can be more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yesterday was the first meeting of all the Draper Temple workers.  We were in a stake center for a devotional.  There were 1200 of us.  It was an impressive sight.  I think 99% of them were over the age of 100.  I learned three things about working with the "elderly".  They are:&lt;br /&gt;1.  They are slow.  They drive slow.  They walk slow.  They are slow!&lt;br /&gt;2.  They are early.  They show up to meetings WAY EARLIER than the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;3.  They do interesting things in the middle of a meeting.  We had the "whistler" at our devotional.  Right during the middle of a speaker's talk I hear someone whistling.  Now this was not the sound of a snore whistle.  It was a whistle with a tune.  I was so taken back that it took me a few seconds to realize what was going on.  Finally I turned to my friend and say, "Do you hear whistling?"  She said yes.  Then after thinking for a minute, I said, "Is it in the foyer or chapel?"  She confirmed my belief.  IT WAS WHISTLING IN THE CHAPEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the temple service will suite me great!  If I can always find a few things to laugh about then I will be happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that the most amazing part of it all was the beginning of the meeting.  We started the devotional by singing Page 5 "High on a Mountain Top."  It was AMAZING.  I couldn't sing for quite a while because the spirit was overwhelming.  That song was particularly written for these very times.  I cannot explain all that I was feeling.  Tears overcame me.  I feel very blessed that I can serve the Lord in his house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-3422402165148492566?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/3422402165148492566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=3422402165148492566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3422402165148492566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3422402165148492566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/03/temple-worker-training.html' title='Temple Worker Training'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6676444040141773195</id><published>2009-03-10T11:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:08:32.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wachovia Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SbaeflwPWII/AAAAAAAAAGY/9Kj8cSoqDls/s1600-h/wachovia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SbaeflwPWII/AAAAAAAAAGY/9Kj8cSoqDls/s400/wachovia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311607076077656194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 weeks ago, I started receiving phone calls from Wachovia Bank.  I thought this was odd since I have NEVER done business with them.  The first couple threatening messages were ignored.  I decided they would realize they had the wrong phone number and stop calling me.  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received several more and decided I needed to call and let them know they were making a mistake.  The un-helpful assistant said it would be taken care of.  So I gave it again a few more days of harassment thinking it would take a bit of time for the calls to stop.  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then placed calls for several days in hopes of getting the correction made.  When I would come home again to more calls, I knew my previous attempts had failed.  I thought more calls would do the trick.  SURELY they would get tired of my calls.  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 5 calls and over a month of enduring these harassment phone calls, I decided a fax to the corporate office would help.  I also contacted the Utah Consumer Protection Agency.  I filed a complaint with them and included that complaint in my fax.  I explained that I was not their customer.  I never had been. I had not account with them.  I thought clearly a fax stating the obvious would solve the problem for good.  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faxed and faxed this same document set.  Perhaps someone would get it and take care of it.  I stated I wished to receive no further calls.  I stated they were harassing me.  I had clearly stated to stop calling me.  I thought the calls would stop at this point.  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from a complete bafoon.  She indicated she would resolve the problem but she needed my account number.  DID SHE REALLY ASK FOR MY ACCOUNT NUMBER?  I must not be making sense.  She gave me a phone number to call her.  But she didn’t give me her extension.  After being lost forever on hold, I was at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step in my attempt to stop the madness was to send yet another fax with stronger language.  I copied the previous fax and explained that these phone calls were harassing.  I stated in bold “DO NOT CALL ME AGAIN.”  I also said not to call me to apologize.  Not to call me to explain the situation.  DO NOT CALL ME.  Clearly they wouldn’t call again.  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received another call.  This time from the “office of the president.”  She indicated she had received my faxes.  In my head I was thinking, “if you received my faxes then why are you calling me?”  Thankfully it was voice message.  She said she would get this issue resolved.  I thought, “FINALLY no more calls.”  I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I received yet another call from the “office of the president.”  She indicated that the calls should have stopped as of the end of February.  Did she not realize SHE WAS CALLING ME?  So as I type this, I say to myself, “This should be done.” And yet part of me thinks “I WILL BE WRONG.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6676444040141773195?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6676444040141773195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6676444040141773195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6676444040141773195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6676444040141773195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/03/wachovia-woes.html' title='Wachovia Woes'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SbaeflwPWII/AAAAAAAAAGY/9Kj8cSoqDls/s72-c/wachovia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6446315462760333415</id><published>2009-02-19T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:51:34.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting a Rose from Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZ2cGgubvjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Rtp-vqciVA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZ2cGgubvjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Rtp-vqciVA/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304567571790151218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate to write this blog for fear some of my nieces and nephews will feel that this is an attempt to guilt them or raise one above the other.  That is not my agenda.  The experience was a sweet one so I write it to capture the experience and to share it.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I went to Twin Falls/Jerome to visit Ryan and Sarah.  We had a great visit.  They have created a very warm and welcoming home.  I recommend to all that a visit is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving there, Ryan was VERY quick to his feet.  He did something quickly then he approached me.  He had something behind his back.  He told me that he has been watching the Bachelor TV show and has picked up on one thing.  He handed me a rose and said, "will you accept this rose?"  He wanted to wish me a Happy Valentines Day.  He succeeded!  It was a tender thing to do.  I love him for it.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures.  ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZ2b_4gRpmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M90B-IW3ml8/s1600-h/ryan+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZ2b_4gRpmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M90B-IW3ml8/s400/ryan+rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304567457914136162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6446315462760333415?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6446315462760333415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6446315462760333415' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6446315462760333415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6446315462760333415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/02/accepting-rose-from-ryan.html' title='Accepting a Rose from Ryan'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZ2cGgubvjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Rtp-vqciVA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-4142477444759580646</id><published>2009-02-09T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:34:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD and Food Storage</title><content type='html'>Yes OCD is best displayed when it comes to your food storage.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;Recently a local grocery store was having its semi-annual case lots sale.  You would think that I interpreted it to be a once in a lifetime case lots sale.  I ended up buying 20+ cases of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hauled my treasure into my basement...one by one.  I piled all of it in my workout room.  I really thought I just needed to move things about a bit on my food storage shelving and I would easily put an additional 20+ cases up for a beautiful display.  WHAT A COMPLETE MORON!  I could hardly add even 2 cases.  I had a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fortunately all dilemmas can be resolved thanks to the internet and a credit card.  I was able to purchase the "Harvest 72" from Shelf Reliance (see picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCRDbLXYXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hThSqpWNgpw/s1600-h/harvest+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCRDbLXYXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hThSqpWNgpw/s400/harvest+72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300896249436135794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I hauled my treasure into the basement.  I tell you by this point my back was not doing so hot.  But clearly I couldn't call my 85 year old home teacher to help.  I was forced to deal with the mess all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my nightmare was coming to an end.  Clearly now that I had the shelving system, I was nearly home free.  Little did I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a reason the manufacturer states in the instructions at least two people should put it together.  I believe it isn't because it is heavy or difficult but rather at least two sets of eyes should read the instructions or you end up repeating steps over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours on Saturday, several hours on the following Monday, PLUS a bleeding profusely on both sides thumb (see photo)... I had reached success with the shelving installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCTLV64GcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7ckZuacX97M/s1600-h/thumb+view+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCTLV64GcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7ckZuacX97M/s400/thumb+view+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300898584487008706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCTSbVD8-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/B2jIcySE0l4/s1600-h/thumb+view+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCTSbVD8-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/B2jIcySE0l4/s400/thumb+view+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300898706198098914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I installed all the cans I could put on the nifty shelving system.  Now the OCD kicks in.  The manufacturer does not express that an entire case will not fit on each column.  This means either I consume two columns or I have remnants of cans.  I honestly do know what to do.  Now I should be proud as a peacock about my progress yet I find frustration when I look at the bits and pieces of cans.  AUGH!  Why cant I be happy with where I am rather than frustrated that life is not perfect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-4142477444759580646?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/4142477444759580646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=4142477444759580646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4142477444759580646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4142477444759580646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/02/ocd-and-food-storage.html' title='OCD and Food Storage'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SZCRDbLXYXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hThSqpWNgpw/s72-c/harvest+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-3160281490402990990</id><published>2009-01-19T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:52:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry and Ruby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SXUqdCXXemI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/thnYydmglTw/s1600-h/Ruby+upclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SXUqdCXXemI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/thnYydmglTw/s400/Ruby+upclose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293183615383337570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have any children to update you all.  So get over the fact that my blog isn't about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dog Ruby makes me giggle.  She has such a different personality than Meg.  From the time I got Meg I was excited to see if she would enjoy sitting on the freshly laundered, warm clothes.  Meg would have none of it.  She would jump off as soon as I put her on the warm sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then when Ruby came to live with me things were so different with her.  I could always find her on a stack of warm laundry.  She loved it!  It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the photo above is of her up close buried in the sheets.  Then the photo below is of her further away so that you can she how she buries herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that silly dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SXUt8lUxHjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MAOZ8IAo5iY/s1600-h/Ruby+Faraway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SXUt8lUxHjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MAOZ8IAo5iY/s400/Ruby+Faraway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293187455878503986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-3160281490402990990?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/3160281490402990990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=3160281490402990990' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3160281490402990990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3160281490402990990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/01/laundry-and-ruby.html' title='Laundry and Ruby!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SXUqdCXXemI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/thnYydmglTw/s72-c/Ruby+upclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-9170712610823748583</id><published>2009-01-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:14:48.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILEstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SWaISbtLAmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2_GT1_F-fl8/s1600-h/100000+on+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SWaISbtLAmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2_GT1_F-fl8/s400/100000+on+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289064662649471586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the title is capitalized correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just celebrated a big MILEstone on my Saturn Vue.  I have reached 100,000!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have owned many cars in my life.  As time goes on, I am falling in love with this car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car was the most economical new car.  Further it has been the lowest maintenance cost too.  So overall, I have to say that this car has been very wallet friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it may be a car that isn't loaded with all the fancy features.  Sometimes I sit in a new car with the extras and I think "maybe it is time for me to look at another car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I find myself very thankful for the car I own.  At this point I prefer to keep the paid-off, low maintenance car.  I guess my pocket book talks louder than my heart.  Or could I have evolved from loving fun towards more economical approaches?  hummmmmmmm nooooooooo!!! It is the loudness of my pocketbook.  I still have expensive tastes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-9170712610823748583?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/9170712610823748583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=9170712610823748583' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/9170712610823748583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/9170712610823748583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2009/01/milestone.html' title='MILEstone'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SWaISbtLAmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2_GT1_F-fl8/s72-c/100000+on+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1470680581237884019</id><published>2008-12-01T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:43:03.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enid Lee Davis</title><content type='html'>Today is my very own Mother's birthday.  I will spend the entire day thinking about her.  I am truly blessed beyond words.  I know that we all know what a great lady she is.  Please tolerate an entry about my feelings for her.  I will be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we are all children of God.  I know that we each are great in his sight.  I know that we each have a contribution to give while here.  But I believe she is one of those few souls saved for very particular purposes.  I am so blessed that her purposes include me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe she is one of the noblest and greatest souls that have ever lived on this earth.  From the time she was a small child she was unusual.  She loved the sacred and divine from the very beginning of this mortality.  Throughout her life she has lived with an unusual approach.  She seeks out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, she is key to so many of us in and out of the family.  She teaches us truths.  Even now in my adult years she adds perspective and depth to truths.  I dearly love to talk to her .  I also know she talks to many others so I know I am not alone in my love to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, She personifies charity.  "Charity suffereth long, and is kind, ... thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things...charity never faileth...Is the greatest of all." Moroni 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for her example in my life.  I am so grateful for such a friend as her.  I am so grateful for the love we share.  Happy Birthday Momma Dear, you bless my life each year.  I love you dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1470680581237884019?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1470680581237884019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1470680581237884019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1470680581237884019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1470680581237884019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/12/enid-lee-davis.html' title='Enid Lee Davis'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8193915156102086109</id><published>2008-11-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:14:01.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>The drive to and from Idaho is done.  The food has been made, eat, thrown away.  The memories remain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the annual "I won Thanksgiving" competition between me and my loser nephew Weston.  Well he tries every year to beat me and to date has only won once.  I let him will that time.  Remember this is my blog and thus my perspective too.  Sorry no pictures for the eating fest.  I do think I will always remember Cecil's comments during dinner.  I think I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second we started a new competition...hola hoop competition.  The winner is dubbed "Hoop there it is!"  I know we are lame but really it was Cecil's idea.  Again my blog so I can throw anyone under the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video of the photos from the competition.  A shout out goes to Z.  He was the winner!!!  I am very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76cfe2acfa2a9dd2" 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" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76cfe2acfa2a9dd2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BC8D79E0C694FEA654F799DE968F171CFE8C992.1855E3A6F03DCB747FBD45CE7358F579246C93C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76cfe2acfa2a9dd2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY3g5Vt98-OWoqNsYj7aTAS6jit0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76cfe2acfa2a9dd2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BC8D79E0C694FEA654F799DE968F171CFE8C992.1855E3A6F03DCB747FBD45CE7358F579246C93C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76cfe2acfa2a9dd2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY3g5Vt98-OWoqNsYj7aTAS6jit0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I got to go 4-wheelin up at Bone.  Cecil ROCKS!!!!  We had a blast.  the entire time I was up there I kept thinking about Braxton.  He loves that property.  Someday soon we will go again with him.  I will kick his trash then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/STLKxqlWJQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/at9Bnb1Z7t4/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/STLKxqlWJQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/at9Bnb1Z7t4/s400/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274501068197602562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Z was baptized.  I was so glad to be able to attend.  He was so sober.  I was very proud of him.  The meeting was very nice.  Marion and my momma spoke.  The spirit was strong.  It was a great meeting to attend.  Here is a picture of Z before he is baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/STLX0zqwkiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W5eLA2Sg_fM/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/STLX0zqwkiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W5eLA2Sg_fM/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274515415826993698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8193915156102086109?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=76cfe2acfa2a9dd2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8193915156102086109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8193915156102086109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8193915156102086109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8193915156102086109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/STLKxqlWJQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/at9Bnb1Z7t4/s72-c/IMG_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-176544946572813664</id><published>2008-11-16T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:19:34.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>This morning I finished the Book of Mormon again.  As I was finishing I had several feelings and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SSC4cK7aMYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sg-7qXN5HAg/s1600-h/book+of+mormon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SSC4cK7aMYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sg-7qXN5HAg/s400/book+of+mormon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269414358132863362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for this book.  The more I read it the more I see the gospel in its pages.  &lt;br /&gt;The more I read it the more the spirit speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;The more I read it the happier a person I become.&lt;br /&gt;The more I read it the more blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;The more I read it the more I understand the role of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;The more I read it the more I understand the Father's plan.  I love him so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this book.  It is truly hard to read anything else (of scripture) because of those feelings above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-176544946572813664?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/176544946572813664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=176544946572813664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/176544946572813664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/176544946572813664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SSC4cK7aMYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sg-7qXN5HAg/s72-c/book+of+mormon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1411083029459526838</id><published>2008-11-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:49:11.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>One Saturday morning we slept in.  The dogs didn't even wake me up to go potty.  What a glorious morning.  I realized that Ruby was snuggling with me.  So I reached the cell and took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that dog cute?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SR3yRzeMhcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mLQoAWwSF-Y/s1600-h/me+and+ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SR3yRzeMhcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mLQoAWwSF-Y/s400/me+and+ruby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268633526781904322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1411083029459526838?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1411083029459526838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1411083029459526838' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1411083029459526838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1411083029459526838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SR3yRzeMhcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mLQoAWwSF-Y/s72-c/me+and+ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-5901557356596303125</id><published>2008-11-14T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:47:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeping Giant</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of my Daddy Dear sleeping during the middle of the day, upright in a chair.  Bless his heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SR3xPsO40SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zSCgiYT42eA/s1600-h/daddy+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SR3xPsO40SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zSCgiYT42eA/s400/daddy+asleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268632390967284002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-5901557356596303125?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/5901557356596303125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=5901557356596303125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5901557356596303125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5901557356596303125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping-giant.html' title='The Sleeping Giant'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SR3xPsO40SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zSCgiYT42eA/s72-c/daddy+asleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1032705012316271953</id><published>2008-11-03T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:16:08.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAXTON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQ-GMpc_N8I/AAAAAAAAADw/FPGtmnFkKYg/s1600-h/brax2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQ-GMpc_N8I/AAAAAAAAADw/FPGtmnFkKYg/s400/brax2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264574041263388610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior missionary couple in Braxton's mission has a blog.  here are the pictures of Braxton!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQ-GB4Q6FsI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ce1twgtHF3Q/s1600-h/brax1"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQ-GB4Q6FsI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ce1twgtHF3Q/s400/brax1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573856260691650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1032705012316271953?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1032705012316271953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1032705012316271953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1032705012316271953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1032705012316271953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/11/braxton.html' title='BRAXTON!!!!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQ-GMpc_N8I/AAAAAAAAADw/FPGtmnFkKYg/s72-c/brax2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-2965789882542406592</id><published>2008-11-02T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:54:02.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Conference Talk</title><content type='html'>Well IT happened today.  I was asked to speak in our Stake Conference.  I was terribly frightened the night before.  So much so that I spent much of the Adults meeting the night before out in the foyer and in the rest room.   However today went alot smoother.  I took two Immodium and no breakfast.  I had read books, prepared, fasted, prepared, prayed, prepared, and finally had my Momma and Dad edit.  I was about as prepared as I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a sweet experience.  it was a bit nerve racking before the meeting started.  But I felt peaceful the rest of the meeting.  I am very blessed.  I know it is because I has many prayers on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that I did as I was asked.  Now I can feel peaceful in the future about Stake Conference.  It isn't like they will ask me again!!!!  WAHOO!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-2965789882542406592?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/2965789882542406592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=2965789882542406592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2965789882542406592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2965789882542406592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/11/stake-conference-talk.html' title='Stake Conference Talk'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1645007102388890126</id><published>2008-10-23T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:36:01.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Atheist Ad</title><content type='html'>Check out this photo of a real ad by an atheist group in London.  Notice the "probably"... Cant they speak confidently????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQDDhf3I30I/AAAAAAAAACw/C0mrA7IA5tc/s1600-h/uncertain+campaign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQDDhf3I30I/AAAAAAAAACw/C0mrA7IA5tc/s400/uncertain+campaign.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260419345024606018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1645007102388890126?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1645007102388890126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1645007102388890126' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1645007102388890126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1645007102388890126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/10/atheist-ad.html' title='An Atheist Ad'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SQDDhf3I30I/AAAAAAAAACw/C0mrA7IA5tc/s72-c/uncertain+campaign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-2015579460263721103</id><published>2008-10-22T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:08:43.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael entering the MTC</title><content type='html'>I am just so proud of Michael.  It was a great honor to be with him today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2040955&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2040955&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2040955?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2040955"&gt;Michael MTC Video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user689191?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2040955"&gt;Jeff Davis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2040955"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-2015579460263721103?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/2015579460263721103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=2015579460263721103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2015579460263721103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2015579460263721103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/10/michael-entering-mtc.html' title='Michael entering the MTC'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-7989810276435202561</id><published>2008-10-22T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:05:45.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Do the Missy?</title><content type='html'>Recently, The Bill Davis Family has discovered my talent for movement.  Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2041416&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2041416&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2041416?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2041416"&gt;Can you do the Missy?&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user689191?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2041416"&gt;Jeff Davis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2041416"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-7989810276435202561?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/7989810276435202561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=7989810276435202561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7989810276435202561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7989810276435202561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-do-missy.html' title='Can You Do the Missy?'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6992530250879055630</id><published>2008-10-20T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:18:47.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BodyWorlds is Worlds of Fun &amp; Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SPz1XRMt5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/12DggJ7ouoA/s1600-h/bodyworlds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259348244964435170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SPz1XRMt5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/12DggJ7ouoA/s400/bodyworlds3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, Jeff, Jen and I went to BodyWorlds 3 now touring in SLC. Aside from the sardines in a can feeling... Excluding the two people who fainted... Remove the dumb chick who is trying to swim upstream in the exhibit... It was AMAZING!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this exhibit to be so interesting. My favorite parts were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Seeing the blood vessels. I had no clue how many there were and how they envelope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Seeing the internal organs outside of the body but still all laid out in the exact placement. I have seen the internal organs in pictures and individual organs up close, but to see them together all connected, up close and personal like that was very very interesting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To see the nodes of the lungs. This was especially interesting to me because my Momma had 2 nodes of one of her lungs removed. It explained how this surgery could be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) To see the growth of a fetus. I loved all the perfect detail in those babies even while in the womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gained further knowledge that we were created by God. There is no way that we evolved. With all the detail, the specific functions performed by each organ, the timing of things. The idea of evolution is just someone's frustrated attempt to justify their thoughts of no God. It would be far better for them to recognize there is a God and then learn why this life is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful that I know that there is a God. That he is my Father. That he created this earth for me to prove myself. That I was given a mortal body to live in here on this earth. I am grateful to understand this mortal probation is meant for me to be tested. There are trials here. But I will not misunderstand those trials to determine there is no God.&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/6962537477955467662-6992530250879055630?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6992530250879055630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6992530250879055630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6992530250879055630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6992530250879055630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/10/bodyworlds-is-worlds-of-fun-knowledge.html' title='BodyWorlds is Worlds of Fun &amp; Knowledge'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SPz1XRMt5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/12DggJ7ouoA/s72-c/bodyworlds3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8923712839575379943</id><published>2008-10-16T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:47:05.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>Help me quick!  As I look at everyone's blog I have blog envy.  Can  you all tell me where I can get those cute blog formats?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8923712839575379943?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8923712839575379943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8923712839575379943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8923712839575379943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8923712839575379943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-4808639022180677411</id><published>2008-09-30T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:31:20.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperDell - Utah's own SuperFreak!</title><content type='html'>So we here in Utah are pretty normal and average.  HOWEVER there are a few special ones that truly negatively represent us.  Here is a blog for one of those "loons."  This guy is a COMPLETE idiot.  Yet I laugh everytime I read his blog.  I cannot believe he actually thinks like this.  Check it out for yourself.  Especially paragraph 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dellschanze.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-top-issues-and-who-superdell-really.html"&gt;http://dellschanze.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-top-issues-and-who-superdell-really.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-4808639022180677411?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/4808639022180677411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=4808639022180677411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4808639022180677411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4808639022180677411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/09/superdell-utahs-own-superfreak.html' title='SuperDell - Utah&apos;s own SuperFreak!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1907144529248341059</id><published>2008-09-25T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:14:26.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound Talk about Liberty Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This talk will take about 30 minutes of your time (if you dont stop it to write down a few notes).  I am truly touched by the doctrine taught:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/ces/0,7341,395,00.html"&gt;www.lds.org/broadcast/ces/0,7341,395,00.html&lt;/a&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/6962537477955467662-1907144529248341059?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1907144529248341059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1907144529248341059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1907144529248341059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1907144529248341059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/09/profound-talk-about-liberty-jail.html' title='Profound Talk about Liberty Jail'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-3577059719891515739</id><published>2008-09-11T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:45:05.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider - part 2</title><content type='html'>This is the exact spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.termite.com/spider-identification.html#orbweaving"&gt;http://www.termite.com/spider-identification.html#orbweaving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-3577059719891515739?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/3577059719891515739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=3577059719891515739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3577059719891515739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3577059719891515739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/09/spider-part-2.html' title='Spider - part 2'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-4593257975432490137</id><published>2008-09-10T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:55:16.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No tickle beside me!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SMgaau_amDI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pu7rzcgziU0/s1600-h/spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244470812665878578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SMgaau_amDI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pu7rzcgziU0/s400/spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get to decide things...spiders will not exist!!!!!!!!!! There will be other critters who take up the good responsibilities that spiders do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night at about 10:30pm after a very long day of work and church, I let my dogs out to go potty. Meg had to jump over some foliage...then the foliage moved on its own. Then I got the shivers down my spin. I knew what it was. IT WAS HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I measured it to be 4" including legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pay good money to eliminate...YES ELIMINATE... those things from my property. How can I face one on my front door step? How can I sleep knowing those things are outside on my property? How can I be sure they dont find a "spider door" to come in to my house. Oh my word!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I was faced with a challenge that only should be dealt with by men. I am female. I really should not have to address this. But once again, being single forces me to become the man I wanted to marry. I must commit murder on my front door step. I quickly went inside and put on shoes (aka the weapon). Then went outside to become the terrorist. I wanted to scream but I couldn't wake the neighbors. I then realized that my foot may not be able to smash the entire thing (yes it was that large). So I picked up my front door mat (aren't I resourceful?!) and threw it on the ANIMAL! Then I jumped all over the mat to ensure death. Then I removed the mat. Then I shivered and shivered for a while in unbelief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was able to get within 3.5 feet of the dead ANIMAL to shoot this photo. Then I shivered and shivered again in unbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carcass is still on my front porch. Do you think it is appropriate to ask my home teachers to address that? Please advise.&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/6962537477955467662-4593257975432490137?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/4593257975432490137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=4593257975432490137' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4593257975432490137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4593257975432490137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-tickle-beside-me.html' title='No tickle beside me!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SMgaau_amDI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pu7rzcgziU0/s72-c/spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-5350861643419116892</id><published>2008-08-28T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:13:33.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heaven for Chocolate!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Blogging is therapeutic for me.  It allows me to express things and then look back on them and usually laugh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I was released from the calling of Stake YW President.  I loved that calling.  It was a great honor to serve with the youth and youth leaders.  Boy those three years FLEW by.  We accomplished a great deal.  The Stake hosted 2 Stake Youth Conferences, 1 Stake Trek, and 3 Stake Girls Camps.  Additionally we hosted various firesides, training sessions.  We helped with Seminary Graduation.  Lastly we spoke in many wards, attending countless YW Sunday meetings, New Beginnings, YW in Excellence, and mutual nights.  Clearly we built relationships that will be long lasting.  I hope eternal.  Thank Heaven chocolate will see me thru the transition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my life gets even more crazy!!!!  Thank Heaven for chocolate to calm a crazy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also on Sunday, I was called as the Ward Relief Society President.  Can you believe it?!  It is still hard to believe.  It seems surreal and unknown at this point.  I am trying very hard to figure it out and my role in it.  Again Thank Heaven for chocolate to assist my mixed emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke all rules of appropriateness.  I was asked on Sunday (three weeks ago) to come to meet the Bishop the following Sunday.  The brother even indicated the meeting would be an hour long.  I had my suspicions prior to that time but it all seemed so arrogant to think I would be the RS President.  So two days later I couldn't take it any more.  I couldn't sleep because I was scared I was the new RS President.  I called the Bishop and begged him to let me meet with sooner.  We met that night.  After that I couldn't sleep because I was the new RS President! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I would talk to my mother about the upcoming meeting (before I had been called), my mother told me that clearly it doesn't take more than 10 minutes to extend a call.  She said something to the effect, "Are you sure the Bishop doesn't need to meet with you about a worthiness issue?"  Then we both laughed.  I dearly love that Momma of mine.  You know she loves chocolate too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more silly story for all to enjoy.  Keep in mind that the two and 1/2 weeks I knew about the call and not yet sustained was also the time of the 2008 Olympics.  I wasn't sleeping so I watched even more Olympics than I should have.  As a result of the two events going on in my life, I had a nightmare.  I dreamed/day-dreamed that as my name was read and everyone was asked to sustain me, a group of sisters stood up and quickly opposed (like the sisters did in general conference during the 70s).  However these sisters were also wearing Olympic garb.  Again chocolate has help me work thru the emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess not to make all of this service seem trivial, I will conclude on a more serious note.  I feel extremely honored that the Lord would find need of me again.  I don't know what that is at this point in my new calling.  However, looking back on the service I rendered as the Stake YW President, I know exactly why I was called and how I fulfilled that role.  I am grateful that the Lord had a specific role for me.  Further I know he made up the difference so that I was able to accomplish that assignment.  Now I have faith that the same experience will be repeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-5350861643419116892?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/5350861643419116892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=5350861643419116892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5350861643419116892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5350861643419116892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-heaven-for-chocolate.html' title='Thank Heaven for Chocolate!!!!!!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1772786592974405068</id><published>2008-08-05T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:47:58.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SJit5odEd-I/AAAAAAAAACE/yQe8RyC7eys/s1600-h/Grandma+and+pas+yard+in+winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231122172814325730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SJit5odEd-I/AAAAAAAAACE/yQe8RyC7eys/s400/Grandma+and+pas+yard+in+winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an unedited photo I took with my cell phone of my parents yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was during the Christmas holiday season.  The lights are Christmas lights and a new layer of snow covered them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is truly beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1772786592974405068?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1772786592974405068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1772786592974405068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1772786592974405068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1772786592974405068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/08/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SJit5odEd-I/AAAAAAAAACE/yQe8RyC7eys/s72-c/Grandma+and+pas+yard+in+winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1549106555019593048</id><published>2008-08-04T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:11:23.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The most beautiful room in my home - My Garage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SJhmftAgU-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XyaEJxiKWco/s1600-h/My+Garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231043662034523106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SJhmftAgU-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XyaEJxiKWco/s320/My+Garage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after literally years of planning, the masterpiece in my home is complete. Yes the garage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know you would think that clearly there are prettier rooms in my home than the garage. Perhaps in time I will agree with you. But there is nothing that says Type A like a clean garage. Nothing that welcomes me home each day with such a statement. Nothing that is so truly understated as a clean garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like writing Veranda magazine and suggesting they use one of these photos for their next cover. I mean they clearly are not putting just Verandas on their cover so why not a Garage?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I should submit this fabulous garage to the ratemyspace portion of the HGTV website? I am still considering this. Please advise. I don't want all others to feel less than equal (who am I kidding?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many (really 2) have written me asking, "Hey Miss, when are you gonna post pictures of the accomplishment?" Well I say, "wait no further!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The steps to accomplish such a divine state in the garage are very simple. In fact much easier than I had worried about for the prior 4 years. They are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Clean out the garage&lt;/strong&gt;. The DI knows me on a first name basis now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Hang things&lt;/strong&gt; from the walls instead of leaning them on the floors. A shovel looks so much cooler when it is hanging on the wall than leaning in a corner!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Pressure wash the floor&lt;/strong&gt;. This can be the fun part of the whole project. WARNING do not use the pressure washer on the walls to remove the dirt that splashed up during the washing of the floor. If you do this then see the optional step below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Purchase paint&lt;/strong&gt; for garage floors. Keep in mind they can tint the paint to the color of your choosing. I wanted the floors to match the walls. No need to cut in the paint that way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Roll on the &lt;strong&gt;first coat&lt;/strong&gt;. Allow to dry. Keep in mind that this does not require an overnight if you are doing this all in 100 degree weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Spread sand&lt;/strong&gt; all over the first coat. No particular order. No need to apply while 1st coat is still wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Roll on the &lt;strong&gt;second coat&lt;/strong&gt;. Keep in mind that the sand will get rolled into the paint. This will mean that the roller will be of no value after this coat. Beauty requires sacrifice!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now optionally I have put an 1" paint strip of glow in the dark paint on each step. It is invisible during daylight. It has a groovy green color to it. Often when I am bored, I will open the door just to see the cool glow. Yes I really am that boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last optional step was to put up vinyl baseboards.  This was done to address the problems created by pressure washing the walls.  Turns out the pressure washer can take up paint even on the walls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all enjoyed this blog. It really is one of my favorites.  FYI - none of you are welcome to use the garage. All are welcome to admire it!!!&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/6962537477955467662-1549106555019593048?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1549106555019593048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1549106555019593048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1549106555019593048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1549106555019593048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-beautiful-room-in-my-home-my.html' title='The most beautiful room in my home - My Garage'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SJhmftAgU-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XyaEJxiKWco/s72-c/My+Garage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6610802454319067987</id><published>2008-07-17T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:26:14.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned from Youth Conference &amp; Girls Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>I have the calling to serve the youth.  This means that I get to spend a lot of time with the youth each year.  ESPECIALLY focusing my efforts in the summer on Girls Camp and Youth Conferences.  Since I devote my vacation to these endeavors, I would like to capture a few experiences.  Remember I am boring.  You can always close the window if you are too bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I am getting older.  WOW!!!  I get so tired hanging out with teenagers.  Every night, I would just beg to go to bed.  I know I am 44 and I am really getting more comfortable with not raising children.  Raising children is for the young or crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Energy drinks are my friend.  Clearly a night of sleep just isn't enough to be able to deal with youth.  Without these blessed drinks, going postal was a real possibility.  After GULPING a Sobe Adrenaline Rush (sugar-free) I transform into a YW leader who is anxious to hear all the exciting things each YW wants to share with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Teenagers make me smile.  I dont know if I laugh because I did the same stupid things OR if I just think they are fun.  I enjoy them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Dont embarrass yourself in front of a camera!!!  I dont know why I haven't remembered that.  But there are a few very noteworthy events in front of a camera.  I really dont care about the kids seeing how silly I am but posterity too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Camping in dirt is just not my favorite.  I love being out in nature.  I love being away from the daily life.  I love sitting in front of a fire.  I HATE SLEEPING IN A BAG!!!  I HATE always feeling dirty.  I ESPECIALLY LOATHE THOSE BATHROOMS!!!  When I am in charge of the world I will require all these issues are resolved PERMANENTLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I really am very funny!  I dont have many talents.  But I can laugh at myself and others doing silly things.  I dont care if the youth dont laugh.  I am still funny!  I will keep saying that to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  The future of this world is in great hands.  These people are smart, nearly as funny as me, and very committed to doing the right things.  Oh how I wish I was like that when I was their age.  They impress me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  A princess crown on a 44 yr old woman works when camping but be sure to take it off prior to getting on the freeway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Driving a 4-wheeler for hours at a time and squealing with the girls while driving on dusty roads will result in dirt in your lungs.  This dirt in your lungs results in asthmatic feelings for at least 10 days afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Every youth needs to feel very important and loved.  I enjoy that part the most of all.  I love helping them to feel valuable!  Sometimes it helps me realize that is how Heavenly Father feels about them too.  What an honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  Why do I have to work with some adults?!?!  They tend to ruin priceless moments.  Enough said on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  Why do all the cool things that happen at the Draper Temple happen without me?!  The angel Moroni was "installed" while I was at Girls Camp.  I am beginning to think that all good can only happen when I am off South Mountain!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  After three years of this lifestyle, I fear this will all end far too soon.  Let me do all of this again for another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6610802454319067987?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6610802454319067987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6610802454319067987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6610802454319067987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6610802454319067987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-learned-from-youth-conference.html' title='Lessons Learned from Youth Conference &amp; Girls Camp 2008'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1194803713893427937</id><published>2008-06-27T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:27:16.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite video</title><content type='html'>I have had a funny video for a few years now.  But I dont think I have shared it with posterity yet.  So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CN666q3ptAU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CN666q3ptAU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1194803713893427937?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1194803713893427937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1194803713893427937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1194803713893427937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1194803713893427937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-video.html' title='My favorite video'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-377034076830214658</id><published>2008-06-25T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:16:07.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Risking life and limb to be charitable</title><content type='html'>I have a lovely drop-leaf table and chairs.  It is a beautiful set that I have loved for years.  However in my last move, one leaf BROKE off and so it has become a lesser wanted item for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give it away to family and friends.  Not even DI would take it because the leaf is broken.  I feel like I have trash for furniture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the set and just cannot take it to the dump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly it can be used by someone who wants to put the table up against the wall.  Am I the only one who thinks like this?!?!  Does everyone expect items to be in new condition always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I listed it on craigslist.  In my mind I thought someone will enjoy it.  Well now I have people who are very interested in it.  NOW WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I give my address to strangers?  Do I now have to risk life and limb to let another enjoy this furniture?  Do I need to call the police ahead of time?  Should I update my will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the dump isn't such a bad place for this furniture.  Please advise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-377034076830214658?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/377034076830214658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=377034076830214658' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/377034076830214658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/377034076830214658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/06/risking-life-and-limb-to-be-charitable.html' title='Risking life and limb to be charitable'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-3512447237663443904</id><published>2008-06-11T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:38:55.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-up on my Semi-Veggie Diet</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand (I really love that is true), I have been requested to give you all an update on my semi-veggie diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllllll....It has been several weeks.  I have noticed a few things.  Let me identify the Pros and Cons I have found.  I hope they help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the evenings when I do this.  My body seems to crave veggies now.&lt;br /&gt;Cost savings&lt;br /&gt;prep and clean up time is WAY reduced&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING ELSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;When company is staying with me it makes it hard to do my veggie routine&lt;br /&gt;some veggies dont keep me full so it takes some time to find your veggies&lt;br /&gt;No drastic changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I continue???  Yes I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-3512447237663443904?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/3512447237663443904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=3512447237663443904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3512447237663443904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/3512447237663443904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/06/follow-up-on-my-semi-veggie-diet.html' title='Follow-up on my Semi-Veggie Diet'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-915660076680369591</id><published>2008-05-30T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:10:17.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP ME WITH MY COLLECTION!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK I need assistance from all of you.  I dont "do" movie theaters anymore.  The sticky floor, head in my way, the people within my personal bubble, and finally 30 minutes of advertising BEFORE the movie have all taken their toll!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I no longer see movie advertisements.  I need your help to recommend good CLEAN movies created since 2000.&lt;br /&gt;Please respond to this blog with suggestions.  I will appreciate it.  Furthermore you will appreciate it when you come to visit and I have them available for your viewing enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-915660076680369591?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/915660076680369591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=915660076680369591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/915660076680369591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/915660076680369591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-me-with-my-collection.html' title='HELP ME WITH MY COLLECTION!!!!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6294010666109524036</id><published>2008-05-19T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:38:14.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No need for a slave</title><content type='html'>Well after a weekend of heavy lifting, painting outdoor furniture, standing in long lines at Home Depot Garden Department, and planting pots, I have determined that I really don't need a slave.  I will gladly make myself do the work!!!!&lt;div&gt;I have come to the conclusion that my father is rubbing off on me.  I am sure he doesn't agree.  Perhaps he is thinking "it is about time."  Or many other thoughts related to my former days of laziness.  BUT finally the genetics are kicking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty exhausted.  I think that in addition to genetics, my aging is showing.  However as a result of my efforts, I really think the work paid off.  I am quite enjoying the results.  Perhaps I can enjoy it longer than I feel the pain of the efforts?  Is that possible?  I will advise.&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/6962537477955467662-6294010666109524036?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6294010666109524036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6294010666109524036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6294010666109524036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6294010666109524036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-need-for-slave.html' title='No need for a slave'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-2539615244145705108</id><published>2008-05-13T10:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:49:46.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SCnGodkBnfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t3gjALaQRUI/s1600-h/daddy+dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199905643208744434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SCnGodkBnfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t3gjALaQRUI/s320/daddy+dear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear Daddy has such an odd schedule these days. This causes him to learn to sleep at any time and in any place. See how he has mastered it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Daddy Dear!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-2539615244145705108?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/2539615244145705108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=2539615244145705108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2539615244145705108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/2539615244145705108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/daddy-dear.html' title='Daddy Dear'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SCnGodkBnfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t3gjALaQRUI/s72-c/daddy+dear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-6395016990872520829</id><published>2008-05-13T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:46:54.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Janie Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SCnF9NkBneI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uJgEGhM7KkM/s1600-h/Janie+Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199904900179402210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SCnF9NkBneI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uJgEGhM7KkM/s320/Janie+Bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a cute little photo of Janie taken yesterday. She got a new book. She made herself a little chair inbetween the piano and the wall. Look how comfortable she is?! Doesnt that make you want to read a book? It makes me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-6395016990872520829?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/6395016990872520829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=6395016990872520829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6395016990872520829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/6395016990872520829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/janie-bird.html' title='Janie Bird'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SCnF9NkBneI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uJgEGhM7KkM/s72-c/Janie+Bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-4944201177753661527</id><published>2008-05-12T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:00:30.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting my Unused-ectomy</title><content type='html'>Now that my home is finished and largely furnished, I can now feel free to focus myself on other things.  I have made yet another goal.  I know this surprises all of you.  How can she improve further?!?!  Well let me tell you that I am not perfect.  There are always ways to improve yourself.  My latest goal is to purge myself of all items I don't use.   Consider it a diet for my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These items may have brought me joy or entertainment or even bragging rights at one point in my life.  However they are now a yoke about my neck.  I want to feel free of them.  Do you know that feeling you have when you are driving home from the DI?  I am looking forward to many trips to the DI and experiencing that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first place to start will be the garage.  Yip I will be ruthless!!!!!!!!!!  I will pretend Kari is sitting right here pushing me to get rid of things.  She has a way of making you feel really stupid for keeping stuff.   I wish she could be here now.  Oh well I must press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you to quit your crying.  These things will benefit others.  For example I can see someone really enjoying the fabric bits I have saved for 26+ years.  Perhaps they will use it to start a fire?  Perhaps it will be used in someone's food storage for fuel.  See how helpful I am?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out DI, you are gonna need to expand your storage facilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-4944201177753661527?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/4944201177753661527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=4944201177753661527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4944201177753661527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4944201177753661527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-my-unused-ectomy.html' title='Starting my Unused-ectomy'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-7425929497366558175</id><published>2008-05-09T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:47:38.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time Vegetarian</title><content type='html'>I have to put this to paper (or digital records) so that I remain honorable to this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently become a "part-time vegetarian."  Now this may not be a familiar type of vegetarian.  That is because I invented it.  It if works well I plan to write books, movies, receipe books, and even a road trip promoting this new approach.  Do you think Julia Roberts is a good likeness to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the wikipedia vegetarianism can be related to just health not a religious choice.  So I am testing it out.  I cannot give up my existing religions so this will be largely a health decision.  See prior blog for religious choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to make my evening meals entirely veggies.  So far I have made it four evenings successfully.  Now dont pat me on the back because last night was harder.  I really thought some rice would be delightful.  But I am going to give it a month.  I will let you know what I have learned after the month.  I expect huge health improvements as well as spiritual improvements.  Look out Dali Lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to join me in this venture.  It is SUPER easy and actually pretty yummy.  If you need me to provide the receipes prior to the publication of the book let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-7425929497366558175?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/7425929497366558175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=7425929497366558175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7425929497366558175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/7425929497366558175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-time-vegetarian.html' title='Part-time Vegetarian'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-5572909011554024134</id><published>2008-05-06T19:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:04:22.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Game Room</title><content type='html'>Well we finally arrived at the game room stage.  The best part of this room was the day the pool table was installed.  The installation was just flat out amazing.  I have attached a video of the building.  Enjoy!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ceef9b6940be0c8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/5572909011554024134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=5572909011554024134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5572909011554024134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5572909011554024134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/05/becoming-game-room.html' title='Becoming a Game Room'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-286535354813905785</id><published>2008-04-25T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:08:48.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SBJIS-5zfYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zKdNPWvY2Tg/s1600-h/Pool+Table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193292811271896450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SBJIS-5zfYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zKdNPWvY2Tg/s320/Pool+Table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please provide feedback. What do you think of this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-286535354813905785?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/286535354813905785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=286535354813905785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/286535354813905785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/286535354813905785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/04/pool-table.html' title='Pool Table'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/SBJIS-5zfYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zKdNPWvY2Tg/s72-c/Pool+Table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-1315940454178167031</id><published>2008-04-25T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:47:40.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Religion</title><content type='html'>I am excited to announce to the masses that I have converted to a new religion.  I realize this may send ripples thru my family.  But I cannot deny truth.  I love my Mac.  Yes an iMac to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer spend time trying to analyze compatibility issues.  No longer becoming all to familiar with the registry, ini files, and installing spyware updates.  I feel free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now do web video conferencing with others in my new found religion.  I now have a screen so big that I fear I get whiplash if I scan across it too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make this announcement as a way to repent of my former life.  Additionally I hope this sharing of truth will sink deep into the hearts of my readers and too become converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to help you in your conversion.  Additionally, if  you have already adopted to this advanced technology then please let me know.  I would love to have a video chat with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-1315940454178167031?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/1315940454178167031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=1315940454178167031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1315940454178167031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/1315940454178167031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-religion.html' title='New Religion'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-8195557890887683336</id><published>2008-04-17T14:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:54:01.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring minus 5%</title><content type='html'>I am thrilled to announce that my boring measurement is going down.  I have finally arrived.  I can be 5% more exciting as a result of my latest purchase (survey has a +/- 2% variance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see 6 months ago I stepped into the gaming world.  I purchased a PS3.  Later I purchased both Rock Band and Guitar Hero.  I felt like the coolest person in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER I could see the sadness in everyone's eyes when they learned I didn't have a 2nd guitar for either game.  You see the evil corporate world has set it up so the guitars for each game are not compatible with each other!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally guitars are now sold separately.  Today I purchased a guitar that will work with BOTH games.  YES!!!  I sure hope the reality works as well as the sales pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future improvements to my boring measurement will be DDR for the WII.  I think that will have a 2.5% improvement.  After that... I think there is no hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-8195557890887683336?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/8195557890887683336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=8195557890887683336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8195557890887683336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/8195557890887683336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/04/boring-minus-5.html' title='Boring minus 5%'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-5815296276391197340</id><published>2008-04-10T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:44:01.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW - Twice in one day may take me out of the boring category</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/R_41U2paOLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mJVtVutJmKM/s1600-h/varanda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187642453160245426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/R_41U2paOLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mJVtVutJmKM/s320/varanda2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget again that I have a blog, I will post. Please keep me in the boring category dispite this sudden display of interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted the pictures of my recently purchased Varanda furniture. Check these out!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/R_41L2paOKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1j1l4Svcqrk/s1600-h/varanda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187642298541422754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/R_41L2paOKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1j1l4Svcqrk/s320/varanda1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-5815296276391197340?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/5815296276391197340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=5815296276391197340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5815296276391197340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/5815296276391197340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-twice-in-one-day-may-take-me-out-of.html' title='WOW - Twice in one day may take me out of the boring category'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7e4RikqguQ/R_41U2paOLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mJVtVutJmKM/s72-c/varanda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-900659032863072307</id><published>2008-04-10T08:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:08:03.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say good bye to the Downstairs Family Room</title><content type='html'>Well the time has come for me to decorate my basement family room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get me wrong.  I am so grateful for the gift my parents gave me when I moved into my home (i.e. blue and white checkered couch and love seat).  without that, my family room in the basement would have to be renamed to the "empty room".  I preferred the family room to the empty room for 4 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am officially changing the decor as well as the name.  It will no longer be called the downstairs family room.  It shall now be called, to infinity and beyond, the "game room."  Yes I plan to make the room the location of many fun games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step into the decor will be to replace the blue and white checkered furniture with a leather sectional.  Yip it sounds yummy and easily maintained.  The sectional will arrive on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later steps will include but not limited to the following:  pool table, 50" or larger tv, DDR for the WII and of course new barbies.  I will let you know how this progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be posted after the first step.  I will even do before and after so that you can see how it evolved from the downstairs family room to become the game room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now never fear.  The blue and white checkered couches will not be kicked to the curb.  They are good and well loved.  My nephew has offered to take ownership of them.  I can only hope he will post on his blog about their new life in his home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-900659032863072307?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/900659032863072307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=900659032863072307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/900659032863072307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/900659032863072307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-good-bye-to-downstairs-family-room.html' title='Say good bye to the Downstairs Family Room'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962537477955467662.post-4687917203560065914</id><published>2008-03-24T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:55:49.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings!</title><content type='html'>Well apparently all the cool kids are doing it.  Here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you experts reading this:  put down that grammar pen and take off those critical glasses.  This is just an experiment.  If it doesn't work then I will close the doors and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what all to say but I suspect it will all be boring.  Thus the title.  The topics may only appeal to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962537477955467662-4687917203560065914?l=melissaenid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/feeds/4687917203560065914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6962537477955467662&amp;postID=4687917203560065914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4687917203560065914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962537477955467662/posts/default/4687917203560065914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaenid.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings!'/><author><name>Auntie M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120764873221308594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
