<?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-5653750</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:24.420-04:00</updated><category term='Our First House'/><category term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Meleeka's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.  ~James Dent</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-7299753977889739883</id><published>2007-09-04T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:07:11.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><summary type='text'>Sunday I celebrated my 27th birthday with my parents, siblings, and my new inlaws.  Jason grilled chicken and we had baked beans, salads, and birthday cake.  Mom really got me good this year with a butterfly that came flying out of my card.  Yikes!  That one really startled me, especially because my Mom is not normally a prankster :)  Asia's card was also very entertaining...a dog with a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=7299753977889739883&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/7299753977889739883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/7299753977889739883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-6148078074283584895</id><published>2007-07-26T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:36:07.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberries</title><summary type='text'> Recently I discovered that I LOVE blueberries!  I know that may sound a little odd, but growing up in Ontario the blueberries I knew were the wild ones.  Wild blueberries are vastly different from fresh domesticated (?) blueberries around here - they are much smaller and a little tart.  My mom used to make tasty blueberry muffins with them, but other than that I wasn't a huge fan.Well, a couple </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=6148078074283584895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/6148078074283584895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/6148078074283584895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/07/blueberries.html' title='Blueberries'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIL_wkBpmf4/RqjHqgqkiNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4ZCVzE_ARmI/s72-c/190324203_b2d8a7dbe8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-3427088685997852497</id><published>2007-06-18T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:36:08.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>An Old Married Woman!</title><summary type='text'>Jason and I are now hitched!  On Saturday, June 2, 2007 we officially tied the knot and took the plunge into married life.  On Monday we headed out on the open road for a two-week roadtrip out west.  The wedding went well, no major problems and the honeymoon was nice and relaxing.  Now we're both back to work and back to life as normal...well sort of anyways.  Embarking on a new married life is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=3427088685997852497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/3427088685997852497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/3427088685997852497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-married-woman.html' title='An Old Married Woman!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIL_wkBpmf4/RnbGR8Pz6VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VC16ZjpEMXw/s72-c/PR11261087330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-5338691054924406015</id><published>2007-05-18T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:25:45.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Only 15 Days Left!!</title><summary type='text'>I can hardly believe it.  It seems like only yesterday that we had six months to go, which at that time felt like an eternity.  Now the big day is only 15 days away.  There is lots to do so I need more time, but at the same time I want the day to be here tomorrow so we can start the party!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=5338691054924406015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/5338691054924406015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/5338691054924406015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-15-days-left.html' title='Only 15 Days Left!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-8364749206595940701</id><published>2007-02-19T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:12:28.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>Settling In</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was a fun day, spent the entire day loading and unloading boxes, furniture and other items.  Then the house was full of boxes, and rather unliveable because of the mess.  So Jason and I spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday bringing some semblance of order to the living/dining room and kitchen.  We also setup my bed so I have a place to sleep.  I'm currently sleeping in the jungle so </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=8364749206595940701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/8364749206595940701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/8364749206595940701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/02/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-5792945224937930751</id><published>2007-02-13T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T08:14:43.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>Today is the Day</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting on pins and needles today because today is the day that we go and sign the papers to close the deal on the house.  Last night after work I got a certified check for closing costs and today I get to leave work early.  I'm nervous and excited at the same time.  Don't know how I'm supposed to concentrate on work today...I am so ready to move, my apartment currently looks like a storage </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=5792945224937930751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/5792945224937930751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/5792945224937930751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-4800320117772154215</id><published>2007-02-09T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:33:02.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>3 More Days!!</title><summary type='text'>I can hardly wait, only 3 more days and Jason and I will have the keys for our new house.  I've been packing like crazy so that I'll be ready for moving in.   It's going to be so great to have a house, very exciting :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=4800320117772154215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/4800320117772154215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/4800320117772154215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-more-days.html' title='3 More Days!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-6030003338540970556</id><published>2007-02-07T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:32:00.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><summary type='text'>I hate waiting.  All the running about for the house is done and now its out of our hands.  So now its just a waiting game.  Wait, wait, wait.  Waiting for what you may ask?  A closing date, then we'll sign our lives away and the fun of cleaning and moving will begin.  Hoorah!  But in the meantime its wait, wait, wait...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=6030003338540970556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/6030003338540970556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/6030003338540970556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-89004111736509754</id><published>2007-01-30T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:28:03.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Sewing Up a Storm</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday afternoon I decided it was about time to pull out the sewing machine and get to work on my wedding dress.  I had thought about buying my dress, but it seems like the simpler the dress, the higher the price.  All I wanted was a simple white dress with a bit of a train, but it seems like all the dresses of that sort are enormously overpriced.  So instead I headed to the fabric store, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=89004111736509754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/89004111736509754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/89004111736509754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/01/sewing-up-storm.html' title='Sewing Up a Storm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-2955256239435440795</id><published>2007-01-26T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:55:11.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>More House News</title><summary type='text'>Buying a house sure involves lots of signing.  Today Jason and I met with a mortgage guy to sign our lives away for the next 30 years.  Tomorrow we're headed back over to the house to meet the inspector and see if anything is majorly wrong in the house.  Hopefully not, we certainly didn't see anything when we viewed the house.  Our next step will be shopping around for insurance.  Gotta get all </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=2955256239435440795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/2955256239435440795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/2955256239435440795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-house-news.html' title='More House News'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-7694185494008014960</id><published>2007-01-25T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:55:45.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>Our Offer Was Accepted!</title><summary type='text'>Hoorah!  Jason and I put in our offer on the house on Monday then had to wait on pins and needles for the seller's response.  Last night we finally got a call from our realtor that they accepted the offer and that we had to come in to sign the papers.  Now we have to get the house inspected and work out the details of financing.  Fun fun, I'm so excited :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=7694185494008014960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/7694185494008014960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/7694185494008014960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-offer-was-accepted.html' title='Our Offer Was Accepted!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-1360828397629321955</id><published>2007-01-23T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:36:10.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our First House'/><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><summary type='text'>As Guamo told me, house hunting is certainly a blog worthy thing.  So here is my blog about house hunting.  Jason and I have begun the tiring task of trying to find a house to buy and live in for when we're married.  We have found one promising possibility in Wyoming.To the left and below are some pictures that we took while viewing the house this weekend.  Enjoy, and there will be more to come :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=1360828397629321955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/1360828397629321955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/1360828397629321955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2007/01/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIL_wkBpmf4/RbZNqU0xYfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZFJLJ2rZkoY/s72-c/House+Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-116162613479451491</id><published>2006-10-23T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:55:34.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><summary type='text'>If anything were truly blog-worthy, it would be the fact that I am now engaged!  How did it happen?  Well, on Saturday afternoon (October 14th) I asked Jason what he wanted to do that night. He said that since we wouldn't be able to go out on our anniversary (he had Asia that night), he would take me out that night instead. He mentioned that he wanted to go to SanChez, tapas restaurant downtown. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=116162613479451491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/116162613479451491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/116162613479451491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2006/10/engaged.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-114952849142385321</id><published>2006-06-05T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:28:11.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival 2006</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, Jason and I took Asia downtown to visit festival.  I'd never been before and neither had Asia so it was an adventure for both of us.  The rain held off while we were there, and we got a chance to walk around and see what was all going on.  There were art and craft activities for the kids, and lots to see and smell.  All along the streets were food vendors grilling and cooking up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=114952849142385321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114952849142385321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114952849142385321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2006/06/festival-2006.html' title='Festival 2006'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-114650581560122445</id><published>2006-05-01T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:50:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><summary type='text'>Friday night Jason and I were finally able to enjoy my Christmas present.  This year for Christmas Jason bought me tickets to go see the Phantom of the Opera and tucked them into the DVD.  That was pretty sneaky because he left the tape on the top of the DVD, so I figured it was still sealed.  He had to tell me to open up the DVD, and then I saw the tickets.  So on Friday I got out of work early </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=114650581560122445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114650581560122445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114650581560122445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2006/05/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-114357904522806613</id><published>2006-03-28T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:52:09.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-u-ti-ful Butterflies</title><summary type='text'> This past Saturday, Jason's mom came up to GR to visit to see the butterflies at Meijer Garden.  I forgot my camera, but Jason let me borrow his.  I had fun snapping away.  Most of my pictures didn't turn out very good...butterflies move around too much.  But this particular shot turned out pretty well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=114357904522806613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114357904522806613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114357904522806613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-u-ti-ful-butterflies.html' title='Be-u-ti-ful Butterflies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-114167909695642072</id><published>2006-03-06T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:04:56.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado, Thanksgiving 2005</title><summary type='text'>  Wow, it sure has been a long time since I posted anything to my blog.  I was looking through some pictures and came across this one from my trip to Colorado this past Thanksgiving.  I flew into the Denver airport on Wednesday and Da Cheong and Josi came and picked me up.  This picture was taken on our day trip to Denver.  Our first stop after getting off the bus downtown was Starbucks :)  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=114167909695642072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114167909695642072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/114167909695642072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2006/03/colorado-thanksgiving-2005.html' title='Colorado, Thanksgiving 2005'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-113648309561860401</id><published>2006-01-05T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:44:55.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminicsing Days Gone By</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy going through my old negatives and scanning them onto my laptop.  In the process I unearthed this photo from my Calvin days.  Natalie was making a birthday cake for a friend of hers and Da Cheong and I were trying to help shave chocolate for the top.  Since it was a warm summer day, our chocolate shavings turned into chocolate mush pretty quickly.  But it was a lot of fun, though </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=113648309561860401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/113648309561860401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/113648309561860401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2006/01/reminicsing-days-gone-by.html' title='Reminicsing Days Gone By'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112776853001547706</id><published>2005-09-26T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:03:04.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly</title><summary type='text'> The Good: Jason got my promise ring back from the jeweller's correctly sized.  So now I can actually wear it on the correct finger.  And its prettier than it is in that picture, but that's the best picture I could find.  The Bad: It's only Monday and I'm already worn out...this is going to be a long week.The Ugly: I spent the majority of the weekend avoiding what I knew I had to do and now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112776853001547706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112776853001547706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112776853001547706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112671468712252273</id><published>2005-09-14T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:18:07.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Count Diaries: Starting to Thin</title><summary type='text'>The craziness of my schedule is starting to hit me.  Not only do I have a lot of reading and writing to do, but I have very little time to do it in.  I also have to squeeze in time to do several classroom observations, service learning, interviews, lesson plans, and the list goes on.  On top of that, there are lots of new things going on at work too.  New projects, new people, more things to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112671468712252273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112671468712252273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112671468712252273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/09/hair-count-diaries-starting-to-thin.html' title='Hair Count Diaries: Starting to Thin'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112627550750204007</id><published>2005-09-09T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:19:43.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Count Diaries: Story Time</title><summary type='text'>One of my classes this semester is Teaching Writing for Elementary Students.  We had our second class last night, and it was just as good as the first.  The professor taught middle school for years, and uses many techniques that you would use in a middle school classroom on us.  Its great fun :)  Last night she asked that we each bring a piece of fruit, disguised in a bag.  She read us Owl Moon </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112627550750204007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112627550750204007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112627550750204007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/09/hair-count-diaries-story-time.html' title='Hair Count Diaries: Story Time'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112566920261447974</id><published>2005-09-02T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:20:06.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quarter of a Century</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!  Well it is now official, I am a quarter of a century old.  Or as my sister would say, just old.  I've already had a little bit of a birthday celebration, last weekend when I was home my mom made a cake and my grandparents came over for lunch.  We didn't have candles though, mom said it was too early for that.  But this morning the birthday fairy visited.  I went out to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112566920261447974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112566920261447974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112566920261447974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/09/quarter-of-century.html' title='A Quarter of a Century'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112541710909527417</id><published>2005-08-30T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:05:25.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Family Picnic</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday the whole family drove to Bolsover for the annual summer picnic.  We always meet in a park that used to be an old school house.  I think the date on the school was 1901.  Jason went inside and said that there were the pictures of the classes dating back to 1900, pretty cool I thought.  Each family brings some food to share and everyone enjoys good food, and catching up with what </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112541710909527417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112541710909527417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112541710909527417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/wilson-family-picnic.html' title='Wilson Family Picnic'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112532389944595558</id><published>2005-08-29T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:58:19.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Old Friends</title><summary type='text'>On Friday, Jason and I trekked out to Peterborough to see the lift locks.  After watching a couple of boats go through we headed on to Belleville to visit Sarah.  Sarah and I have been friends for many years, but it had been two years since we had since each other, which is far too long in my opinion.  The last time I saw her, her daughter Victoria was just a baby.  Now as you can see she is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112532389944595558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112532389944595558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112532389944595558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/visiting-old-friends.html' title='Visiting Old Friends'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112472883566053831</id><published>2005-08-22T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:40:35.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hack, hack, sniffle sniffle, snort*</title><summary type='text'>Having a cold in the middle of August is terrible.  I caught a cold bug sometime early last week and have been going through various stages of misery.  Started out with a stuffed up nose and a plugged left ear.  The plugged ear switched to my right ear, still a stuffed nose and mild cough.  Then no more stuffed ears, but a very sore throat and dry cough.  Every time I swallowed it felt like </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112472883566053831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112472883566053831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112472883566053831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/hack-hack-sniffle-sniffle-snort.html' title='*Hack, hack, sniffle sniffle, snort*'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112438638964599785</id><published>2005-08-18T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:33:09.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Big Sea</title><summary type='text'>Hooray!  I just checked Great Big Sea's website and saw that they are releasing a new album in October 2005, The Hard and The Easy.  I can't wait!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112438638964599785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112438638964599785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112438638964599785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-big-sea.html' title='Great Big Sea'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112422496703561088</id><published>2005-08-16T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:44:02.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Count Diaries: The Quiet Before the Storm</title><summary type='text'>All is calm and quiet right now, and I have plenty of spare time to go galavanting about. I've enjoyed trips to Cleveland and the UP so far. One last trip to Ontario coming up, when I will visit my folks. One last hurrah before I turn recluse and have no time to go a-wandering. I'm soaking in all the relaxing I can right now because come August 29th I'll be leading a double life. Software </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112422496703561088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112422496703561088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112422496703561088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/hair-count-diaries-quiet-before-storm.html' title='Hair Count Diaries: The Quiet Before the Storm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112412500951726146</id><published>2005-08-15T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:58:49.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahquanemon Falls</title><summary type='text'>The Upper (left) and Lower (right) Tahquanemon Falls.  The upper falls were certainly larger, but I preferred the lower falls myself.  There were more trails to wander through, and each new bend in the path gave a different view of the falls.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112412500951726146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112412500951726146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112412500951726146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/tahquanemon-falls.html' title='Tahquanemon Falls'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112412293460435138</id><published>2005-08-15T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:22:14.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Row, Row, Row your Boat</title><summary type='text'>At the Lower Tahquanemon Falls on Friday we took a rowboat to a small island where we could get a better view of the falls.  After wandering around the whole trail, we hopped in the rowboat to go back to the mainland.  Asia insisted on "helping" row the boat :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112412293460435138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112412293460435138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112412293460435138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/row-row-row-your-boat.html' title='Row, Row, Row your Boat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112362033668171596</id><published>2005-08-09T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:47:18.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Depp</title><summary type='text'>Another quiz... Which Johnny Depp are you?You Are Sam From "Benny &amp; Joon."You are very talented at physical comedy. People are in awe of your abilities. However, you have many quirks which can either win people over or completely annoy them. But you're a sweetheart through and through, and it's hard not to love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112362033668171596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112362033668171596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112362033668171596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/johnny-depp.html' title='Johnny Depp'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112292840282693539</id><published>2005-08-01T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:33:22.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enneagram Test</title><summary type='text'>Test time, what type are you? Take Enneagram TestMy top two were types 9 and 2.  Just a short test, but surprising what they can figure out from a few short questions.Type Nine - The PeacemakerThe easy-going, self-effacing type. Nines are accepting, trusting, and stable. They are usually creative, optimistic, and supportive, but can also be too willing to go along with others to keep the peace. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112292840282693539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112292840282693539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112292840282693539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/08/enneagram-test.html' title='Enneagram Test'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112169442139411552</id><published>2005-07-18T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:48:01.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maureen and Yemi</title><summary type='text'>  As promised, on the left a picture of the happy couple outside the reception hall. And below, one of Maureen and I inside the reception hall.  Such a beautiful bride, and a very handsome groom.  Congratulations!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112169442139411552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112169442139411552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112169442139411552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/07/maureen-and-yemi.html' title='Maureen and Yemi'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112145232899312335</id><published>2005-07-15T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:33:01.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Blogger Images</title><summary type='text'> Blogger has added the ability to post images to your blog, so this is my test of this feature.  Kind of handy actually, saves me having to upload them to Hello first.  This is a picture of Jason giving me the evil eye, heh heh.  Though it really looks like he's winking.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112145232899312335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112145232899312335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112145232899312335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/07/testing-blogger-images.html' title='Testing Blogger Images'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112144933094126172</id><published>2005-07-15T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:42:10.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><summary type='text'>Tis Friday once again, the eve of another great weekend hopefully.  I'm hoping for nice weather tomorrow, hoping for a good beach day :)  I took some pictures at Maureen's wedding that I've been meaning to post, but as you can see I haven't done so yet.  I'll try to remember Monday to put the pictures on my flash drive.  I've been busy this week constructing a set of shelves out of some leftover </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112144933094126172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112144933094126172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112144933094126172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112066130218480082</id><published>2005-07-06T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:48:22.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Bearer's Pillow</title><summary type='text'>Last night I finished off the ring bearer's pillow for Maureen's wedding this weekend.  I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, nice and simple.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112066130218480082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112066130218480082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112066130218480082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/07/ring-bearers-pillow.html' title='Ring Bearer&apos;s Pillow'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112057031165910511</id><published>2005-07-05T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:36:44.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><summary type='text'>For the fourth this year, Natalie, Jason and I drove up to Muskegon.  Dropped Natalie off so she could meet up with some friends, then headed down to the summer celebration.  It turned rainy and cold so we headed back to GR to watch the fireworks there.  It looked like the rain would hold off, but it didn't.  Jason and I found a dry place to wait for the fireworks (and to dry off a little :).  A </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112057031165910511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112057031165910511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112057031165910511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-112015667963685550</id><published>2005-06-30T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:46:25.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Festival in Zurich</title><summary type='text'>Just turned the page of my Lonely Planet calendar to July.  The location for July is Switzerland, and the picture on the 11th caught my eye.  Its a picture of a snowman on fire, the caption is "Spring Festival, Zurich".  I was curious, so I googled.  Found this:Monday is the high-point of the festival with a two-and-a-half-hour-long procession of the 26 guilds to the large park in front of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=112015667963685550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112015667963685550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/112015667963685550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/spring-festival-in-zurich.html' title='Spring Festival in Zurich'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111996430298988039</id><published>2005-06-28T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:11:42.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Sticker</title><summary type='text'>Well behaved women rarely make history.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111996430298988039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111996430298988039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111996430298988039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/bumper-sticker.html' title='Bumper Sticker'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111936061425431458</id><published>2005-06-21T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:30:14.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer!</title><summary type='text'>Just checked my calendar and realized that today is the first day of summer.  So, happy summer everyone :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111936061425431458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111936061425431458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111936061425431458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111903559623807269</id><published>2005-06-17T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:13:16.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF and Nutty</title><summary type='text'>Its Friday once again.  Took Nutty over to the new apartment last night.  She cried the whole way there as expected, you'd think I was torturing her or something.  When I brought her upstairs she climbed out of her carrier then gave me this look.  She was very cautious and not too sure of herself.  I put out her food dish, and put out fresh litter in her litterbox, but she was not interested in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111903559623807269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111903559623807269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111903559623807269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/tgif-and-nutty.html' title='TGIF and Nutty'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111895742254925546</id><published>2005-06-16T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:30:22.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say cheese!  A picture from a while back, onroute to Da Cheong's birthday dinner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111895742254925546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111895742254925546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111895742254925546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/say-cheese-picture-from-while-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111877460785914458</id><published>2005-06-14T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:43:27.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys</title><summary type='text'>Of late, keys have been the bane of my existence.  It started on Friday, when in my rush to get out and enjoy the weekend I left my keys sitting on my desk.  I grabbed my purse and headed for the door, locking it and pulling it shut behind me.  No sooner had I done that when I realized that I had forgotten to pick up my keys.  Doh!  I tried, very unsuccessfully to get the door open again with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111877460785914458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111877460785914458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111877460785914458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/keys.html' title='Keys'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111841614094643993</id><published>2005-06-10T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:09:00.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><summary type='text'>God was missing for six days. Eventually Michael, the archangel, foundhim resting on the seventh day.He inquired of God, "Where have you been?"God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwardsthrough the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."Archangel Michael looked puzzled and asked, "What is it?""It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put life on it. I'm going tocall </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111841614094643993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111841614094643993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111841614094643993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111832262225509348</id><published>2005-06-09T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:10:22.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><summary type='text'>Slowly but surely my apartment is becoming more and more empty.  I've been packing up a few boxes each night and storing them in the garage.  In less than a week I'll have the keys to my new apartment...I can't wait!  I'm excited to see what it looks like.  When I was there checking out the complex, I looked at a second floor apartment, but the third floor apartments are slightly different (and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111832262225509348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111832262225509348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111832262225509348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/06/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111512842921531628</id><published>2005-05-03T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:53:49.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comings and Goings</title><summary type='text'>Dropped my roomie off at the airport before work this morning.  Feels like the end of an era, we've had nearly 3 great years as roomies, but sadly that time is coming to an end.  It will be strange to go home to only my cat.  So long human!  I'll miss you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111512842921531628&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111512842921531628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111512842921531628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/05/comings-and-goings.html' title='Comings and Goings'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111391781974924302</id><published>2005-04-19T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:36:59.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch Passport</title><summary type='text'>Woo hoo!  Its official, I received my Dutch passport last night :) :)  I am now officially a Dutch citizen.  How bizarre is that?  The only time I've ever set foot in the Netherlands was in the airport in Amsterdam.  I'll have to remedy that soon.But what is it with passport photos?  In this one I look I'm practically asleep.  Such a terrible picture.  Ah well, can't do much about that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111391781974924302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111391781974924302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111391781974924302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/04/dutch-passport.html' title='Dutch Passport'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111025521133262282</id><published>2005-03-07T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:13:31.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondue</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weekends ago, we had some people over for dinner, which we topped off with chocolate fondue.  Mmmmm...good stuff.  Here are a couple of the fondue action shots.    Looking at these pictures makes me think that someone needs to create an 'Ode to Yuka'.  I think there would be a lot of great shots floating around :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111025521133262282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111025521133262282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111025521133262282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/03/fondue.html' title='Fondue'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-111025290087736510</id><published>2005-03-07T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:14:46.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to DC</title><summary type='text'>An Ode to my crazy roomie :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=111025290087736510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111025290087736510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/111025290087736510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/03/ode-to-dc.html' title='An Ode to DC'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110995518231373399</id><published>2005-03-04T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:53:02.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodles</title><summary type='text'>Very difficult to eat with a spoon...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110995518231373399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110995518231373399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110995518231373399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/03/noodles.html' title='Noodles'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110977498051875123</id><published>2005-03-02T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:49:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad...</title><summary type='text'>In honour of all the snow we've been getting lately I was going to post some lovely snowy pictures.  However, I can't get Hello to work to post my pictures.  So much for that plan :(  Ah, well, maybe later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110977498051875123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110977498051875123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110977498051875123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-sad.html' title='So Sad...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110970949817758114</id><published>2005-03-01T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:41:49.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Snow, a poem by J. W. Watson</title><summary type='text'>Oh! The snow, the beautiful snow,Filling the sky and the earth below,Over the housetops, over the street,Over the heads of people you meet.Dancing,         Flirting,               Skimming along,Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong;Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,Clinging to lips in frolicksome freak;Beautiful snow from heaven above,Pure as an angel, gentle as love!Oh, the snow, the beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110970949817758114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110970949817758114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110970949817758114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/03/beautiful-snow-poem-by-j-w-watson.html' title='Beautiful Snow, a poem by J. W. Watson'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110969258490655856</id><published>2005-03-01T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:58:40.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Problems and Solutions</title><summary type='text'>Found these in my surfing...rather long, but I thought they were pretty good :)After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet", which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110969258490655856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110969258490655856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110969258490655856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/03/airplane-problems-and-solutions.html' title='Airplane Problems and Solutions'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110918049027619732</id><published>2005-02-23T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:41:30.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rangeela</title><summary type='text'>I can't wait for Saturday...it's Rangeela time at Calvin again.  We've got a whole group of people together this year to go.  Should be lots of fun.  And my cousin will be in town too, hooray!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110918049027619732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110918049027619732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110918049027619732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/02/rangeela.html' title='Rangeela'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110910119397866331</id><published>2005-02-22T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:39:53.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring?</title><summary type='text'>I think marketing people have something against us.  I was walking around the mall last night, and most stores have their spring lines out.  And most have sales going on as well.  So us, the happy consumer goes in and buys lots of fun spring clothes, only to walk back to our cars in the snow and cold.  Then we have two options, either wait and wait and wait for warmer weather to sport our new </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110910119397866331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110910119397866331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110910119397866331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/02/spring.html' title='Spring?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110615680863106924</id><published>2005-01-19T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T12:49:26.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity Killed the Cat</title><summary type='text'>The other day I used my last kleenex so I tossed the box to Nutmeg, my cat.  A little while later I hear this banging around so I look to see what's going on.  The silly cat had gotten her head stuck in the box and was running around trying to get unstuck.  LOL.  Of course I had to run for my camera, this was just too good pass up.  Once I snapped a couple of pictures, I helped Nutmeg get out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110615680863106924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110615680863106924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110615680863106924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2005/01/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title='Curiosity Killed the Cat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110432773321038192</id><published>2004-12-29T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:42:13.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><summary type='text'>Went to see the Phantom of the Opera last night.  Excellent movie/musical.  Parts of it were rather cheesy, but as a whole it was great.  Good story, great music, very handsome phantom :)  I loved his eyes, a world of sadness in those eyes.  Definately worth going to the theatre to see it.  Now I should go and get the music for it, I love those songs.  Just wish I had gone to see it when it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110432773321038192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110432773321038192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110432773321038192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/12/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110424468355314060</id><published>2004-12-28T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:38:03.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I had a really strange dream last night.  I was wondering around a department store.  My teeth were feeling a little odd so I looked in the mirror and saw that two were loose.  So I made a mental note to be careful and continued wandering about the store.  A little while later my mouth started filling up with blood.  I ran into the bathroom and spit the blood into the sink.  Along with the blood </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110424468355314060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110424468355314060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110424468355314060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/12/strange-dreams.html' title='Strange Dreams'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110295055647150643</id><published>2004-12-13T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:09:16.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday afternoon, after a trip to the mall, I decided to deck the halls, so to speak.  I put together a wreath for our door, and strung Christmas lights on the porch.      But I still felt that something was lacking.  So after a trip to Meijer, and much hemming and hawing, I picked out a Christmas tree (the kind that comes in a box :).  Hauled it home with some other odds and ends through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110295055647150643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110295055647150643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110295055647150643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110243196547858581</id><published>2004-12-07T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T10:09:34.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Virus</title><summary type='text'>An email forward from one of my aunts:I am sending this to everyone who sends me e-mail.One of you sent a virus.It is a very severe virus.Look what it did to my mouse!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110243196547858581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110243196547858581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110243196547858581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/12/computer-virus.html' title='Computer Virus'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110237348057276038</id><published>2004-12-06T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:53:23.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SinterKlaas</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend, my roomie and I made a quick trip to my parent's house to celebrate SinterKlaas.  The drive was pleasantly uneventful, no snow to contend with, just clear, dry roads.  Saturday morning I woke up early, for some reason I can never sleep in when I'm at my parent's house.  So I took advantage of the fact and wrapped my presents (you can't take wrapped gifts across the border).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110237348057276038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110237348057276038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110237348057276038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/12/sinterklaas.html' title='SinterKlaas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110191312244050893</id><published>2004-12-01T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T09:58:42.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' Bridget</title><summary type='text'>Watched the sequel to Bridget Jones Diary last night.  Bridget was up to her usual antics.  Not quite as good as the first one, but still enjoyable to watch.  I think that in this case, the book is better than the movie.  I should read the first book, see how that one compares to the first movie.  In Edge of Reason, Cleaver stoops lower and lower, driving home just how big of a jerk he is, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110191312244050893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110191312244050893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110191312244050893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-ol-bridget.html' title='Good ol&apos; Bridget'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110175141088066242</id><published>2004-11-29T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T13:03:30.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>We had our thanksgiving feast on Thursday with a small group of friends.  It was nice, just four of us.  My roomie and I cooked the whole shebang, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, pies, and so on.  After dinner we watched the Fellowship of the Ring, which seems to be becoming a thanksgiving tradition at our place.  We even gave Nutmeg the cat her own </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110175141088066242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110175141088066242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110175141088066242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-110113499937730216</id><published>2004-11-22T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T10:00:29.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><summary type='text'>I'm back safe and sound in GR once again. I feel as though I've been gone for a month, but it's really only been five days. I certainly feel like I could sleep for about a week. I was so totally and completely exhausted when I rolled in last night around 11:30. Unpacked a few things (had to find my toothbrush and pjs), then went to bed.It was an emotional week, a time of laughter through tears,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=110113499937730216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110113499937730216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/110113499937730216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/11/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109864749394854803</id><published>2004-10-24T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:51:33.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Networking</title><summary type='text'>This is great, the Comcast guy just came with our broadband cable box thingy.  I installed, signed up, etc, and I hooked up the wireless router.  Now I'm parked with my laptop on the couch, and I'm online.  I love this.  I don't have to go out to check my email, or get online.  I'm very much liking this :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109864749394854803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109864749394854803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109864749394854803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/10/networking.html' title='Networking'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109810645070415565</id><published>2004-10-18T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:38:59.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earphones</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday afternoon I broke down and bought myself some new earphones.  Not only do they look cool, but they have great sound quality and no leakage.  They were definately worth the $39.99, though that's more than I would ever have imagined spending on a pair of earphones.  I would highly recommend them to anyone looking for a great pair of earphones.My new earphones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109810645070415565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109810645070415565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109810645070415565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/10/earphones.html' title='Earphones'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109778356763993086</id><published>2004-10-14T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:52:47.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bumper Sticker: If this car is too dirty then you wash it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109778356763993086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109778356763993086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109778356763993086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/10/bumper-sticker-if-this-car-is-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109776216844122143</id><published>2004-10-14T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T09:56:08.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Achooo!</title><summary type='text'>Bleh.  I hate being sick.  Nothing major, just a stuffed up head, sore throat, the sniffles, and feeling extremely tired.  But it makes the days even longer and the nights shorter.  No matter how early I go to bed, its never enough sleep.  Took Nyquil before going to bed last night.  That stuff is great.  I could breathe, and I was out cold the entire night.  I bet I wouldn't have woken up if a</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109776216844122143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109776216844122143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109776216844122143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/10/achooo.html' title='Achooo!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109728345737348640</id><published>2004-10-08T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T20:57:37.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work Life</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've been blogging.  Work has been quite busy lately.  Last Wednesday we packed up and moved the office to north Monroe.  We had a couple of guys come with a uHaul, and we loaded up and drove across town to the new building.  I got to ride in a freight elevator...that was kinda cool.  For the first couple of days we worked on folding tables setup about the office.  No </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109728345737348640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109728345737348640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109728345737348640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-work-life.html' title='New Work Life'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109595818722753269</id><published>2004-09-23T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:50:52.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMS Update</title><summary type='text'>Last night was our second GEMS meeting of the season.  This year's theme is "Search for Truth" so for the past two weeks we've been having a mock trial about truth.  Last week's lesson asked the question, "Is there such a thing as absolute truth?" and last night we discussed, "Does absolute truth matter?"  The girls are the jury, and they have a trial folder where they answer questions to come to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109595818722753269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109595818722753269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109595818722753269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/09/gems-update.html' title='GEMS Update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109570570204878803</id><published>2004-09-20T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T15:19:52.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Picnic</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I've been to a church picnic.  Saturday afternoon/evening we went to the Fellowship Greens for food and fellowship.  We arrived a bit early and watched the some of the kids games.  The usual, clothing relay, egg relay, water balloon toss, and fishing.  I think my favorite one was watching the boys dress up as "fairy princesses" for the clothing relay.  They were horrified </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109570570204878803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109570570204878803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109570570204878803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/09/church-picnic.html' title='Church Picnic'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109534977324040411</id><published>2004-09-16T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:02:10.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutmeg</title><summary type='text'>Last night Raisin (the hamster) did not have "wings" (food stuffed in her cheeks), so I put her in the ball to run around.  I left the door to her cage open.  After awhile, I began to wonder where Nutmeg had gotten to.  She'd been terrorizing me the whole evening, but now she was nowhere to be found.  Then I noticed a dark shape in Raisin's cage.  The dumb cat had climbed in and was sniffing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109534977324040411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109534977324040411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109534977324040411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/09/nutmeg.html' title='Nutmeg'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109509270691778960</id><published>2004-09-13T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:28:19.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms</title><summary type='text'>What's worse than finding a worm in your apple?  Half a worm.Bleech, I was crunching away at a necterine, when I look down to see a little crawling thing on the pit.  Gross!  At least he was whole, so I hadn't bitten him yet.  *shivers*  So gross though.  *shudders*</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109509270691778960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109509270691778960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109509270691778960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/09/worms.html' title='Worms'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109482965547785906</id><published>2004-09-10T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:20:55.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools</title><summary type='text'>The other day I wandered about Lowe's in search of a new tool.  I brought my little desk home from my parent's place, and plan to sand it down and refinish it.  As a kid, I always wanted to do that and now is my chance.  I considered doing it by hand, but thought, that will take a very long time.  So I went in search of a power sander.  I found a nice little palm sander, yellow and black, with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109482965547785906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109482965547785906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109482965547785906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/09/tools.html' title='Tools'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109413157380979164</id><published>2004-09-02T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:04:55.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><summary type='text'>I am now officially 24 years old.  I've been around for nearly a quarter of a century.  Funny thing is, I still feel 19 or 20.  I can totally understand how shocking it must be to turn 30 or 40, but still feel like you're 20.  Even though today is my birthday, this year I've had a birthday week.  Kinda cool.  On Sunday, my mom made me a cake that we took to my grandparents house to share.  Then</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109413157380979164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109413157380979164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109413157380979164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109396140519286975</id><published>2004-08-31T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:10:05.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><summary type='text'>Its interesting the things you see while driving.  Friday night I hopped in the car and drove to Ontario for the weekend.  I was motoring along quite nicely when, boom, major traffic.  Stop and go, stop and go.  I'm watching the bumper in front of me when I notice a white pickup truck pulling up beside me.  I glance at the truck and see this guy in the passenger seat looking at me.  And not just </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109396140519286975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109396140519286975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109396140519286975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109335446067268704</id><published>2004-08-24T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:44:39.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kitten!</title><summary type='text'>Last night I picked up my new little kitten.  She (I think its a she) is so cute :)  Haven't come up with a name for her yet though.  It's like having a baby in the house.  She cries when she's hungry and when she wants to be picked up.  I tried keeping her in my bed last night, but she wiggles around too much.  This morning she peed on me, so I had to lock her in the panty (don't want her </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109335446067268704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109335446067268704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109335446067268704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-kitten.html' title='New Kitten!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109327527316241868</id><published>2004-08-23T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:34:33.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Point</title><summary type='text'>Cedar Point was awesome.  Hit most of the big coasters.  Out of the ones that we tried, here are my top 5 favorite ones:1. Magnum - doesn't have the same heart-in-your-throat-hold-on-and-hope-you-dont-die drops that the Millenium Force had, but it had all the speed and tunnels and turns.2. Raptor - a great feet-dangly coaster, lots of turns and twists, the wind in you face is great.  Its only</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109327527316241868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109327527316241868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109327527316241868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/cedar-point.html' title='Cedar Point'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109293797023769254</id><published>2004-08-19T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T13:52:50.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Badgers and LOTR</title><summary type='text'>Original BagdersToday I discovered a LOTR version.  Both are pretty dumb, but amusing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109293797023769254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109293797023769254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109293797023769254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/badgers-and-lotr.html' title='Badgers and LOTR'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109285098333193153</id><published>2004-08-18T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T13:52:44.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><summary type='text'>We spent Saturday wandering about Chicago.  Particularly strange was the large globe-like thing that was in the park, or as Abi called it, a giant red blood cell.  Rather bizarre looking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109285098333193153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109285098333193153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109285098333193153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109214424715851579</id><published>2004-08-10T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:41:25.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mackinac Pictures</title><summary type='text'> Mackinac Bridge; The ferry leaving the harbor.  Arch Rock; My roomie standing in a meadow; Me on one of the many trails. A view of the main street; So many bicycles!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109214424715851579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109214424715851579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109214424715851579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/mackinac-pictures.html' title='Mackinac Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109208878848383419</id><published>2004-08-09T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:59:48.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mackinac Island</title><summary type='text'>Saturday my roomie and I got up before the crack of dawn (4:30 am), hopped into the car and headed north.  I love driving so early in the morning, you feel like you're the only one up.  About halfway there we got to watch the sunrise which was pretty, but kind of a pain cuz we were travelling east at the time.  Arrived in St. Ignace around 9 am, bought our tickets, and boarded the ferry.  When we</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109208878848383419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109208878848383419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109208878848383419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/mackinac-island.html' title='Mackinac Island'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109172885024670333</id><published>2004-08-05T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T14:00:50.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I had a very strange dream last night/this morning.  I was in some sort of US government organization that was looking for a treasurer.  They were taking nominations, and there were some people who were interested in the position.  But there was a catch.  The job would be in England.  Most people weren't too happy about that, but I thought, hey, sounds great!  So I got my name on the list.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109172885024670333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109172885024670333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109172885024670333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109145440423982620</id><published>2004-08-02T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:46:27.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a great beach day.  After church we grabbed a bite of lunch then headed off to the Grand Haven beach.  Unfortunately everyone else had also decided that it was a great beach day.  All you could see was a sea of bodies, and there was no parking to be found.  So, plan B.  We changed our minds and went to a local park, much fewer people, a less crowded beach, and best of all, available</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109145440423982620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109145440423982620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109145440423982620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/08/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109105014685720708</id><published>2004-07-28T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:32:41.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Computers Sometimes Crash!  by Dr. Seuss</title><summary type='text'>If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a portAnd the bus is interrupted at a very last resortAnd the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abortThen the socket packet pocket has an error to report.If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dashAnd the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trashAnd your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hashThen your situation's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109105014685720708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109105014685720708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109105014685720708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-computers-sometimes-crash-by-dr.html' title='Why Computers Sometimes Crash!  by Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-109061763691143499</id><published>2004-07-23T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:20:38.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing hello.com</title><summary type='text'>Abi, Me, DC, and Sarah in Sevilla. Tom is in the background.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=109061763691143499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109061763691143499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/109061763691143499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/testing-hellocom.html' title='Testing hello.com'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108972611164062400</id><published>2004-07-13T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T09:41:51.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolat</title><summary type='text'>I watched Chocolat last night, great movie, and now I feel strangely inspired to open a choclaterie of my own.  Too bad I don't know anything about making chocolates.  Maybe I should learn, that and brush up my french.  Then I can pack up and move to a little town somewhere in the french countryside.  I just love the little town that the movie is set in.  Apparently, the town they used had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108972611164062400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108972611164062400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108972611164062400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/chocolat.html' title='Chocolat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108966364588135744</id><published>2004-07-12T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T16:23:57.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><summary type='text'>I've been listening to a new CD today, Maroon 5, Songs about Jane.  My roomie bought it and lent it to me, I really like it.  I think I need to make a "backup" of this one :)  Song of the day is "Through With You".Can you see me Floating above your headAs you lay in bed Thinking about everythingThat you did not do Cause saying "I love you"Has nothing to do with meaning itAnd I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108966364588135744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108966364588135744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108966364588135744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108929298153280747</id><published>2004-07-08T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T09:23:01.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><summary type='text'>I spent an excellent 5 hours last night watching the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice.  I've been meaning to buy it for awhile now, and finally did.  I think I've seen the movie about six times, but still do not tire of watching the dynamics between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.  Good food, good friends, good movie, Mr. Darcy, what better way to spend an evening...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108929298153280747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108929298153280747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108929298153280747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108921048637068750</id><published>2004-07-07T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T10:28:06.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady and the Unicorn</title><summary type='text'>Just finished reading The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier, another book about a piece of artwork (same author as Girl with a Pearl Earring).  My roomie had borrowed it from the library, so I was reading it on the way to and from Chicago.  This book is about a set of six medieval tapestries that are now housed in the Cluny musuem in Paris.  We got to see them when we visited the musuem at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108921048637068750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108921048637068750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108921048637068750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/lady-and-unicorn.html' title='The Lady and the Unicorn'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108914822510906007</id><published>2004-07-06T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:10:25.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Had a great long weekend, in spite of the weather.  Friday I stayed home to clean up my room and the apartment.  I had to clear my room for my new furniture :)  I got a new bed, dresser, night stand delivered on Saturday morning.  So now after 4 years of sleeping on a mattress on the floor, I finally have a real bed!  Saturday, after the guys arranged my furniture I headed south to Mike and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108914822510906007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108914822510906007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108914822510906007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108868830728226728</id><published>2004-07-01T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T16:47:16.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><summary type='text'>Some links for your reading pleasure: Some History of the day.History of the flag.The national anthem</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108868830728226728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108868830728226728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108868830728226728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108843223420408481</id><published>2004-06-28T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T10:17:14.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday afternoon my roomie and I drove out to the Grand Haven beach.  It was a beautiful sunny day, nice beach weather.  The water was frigid so we just stayed on the sand soaking in the sun.  Spent my time reading reading and working on my tan (har har, like that will work).  My 'tan' is just my skin getting a bit more pink.  After it got cold, we walked along the pier past all the people </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108843223420408481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108843223420408481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108843223420408481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/06/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108822424537911213</id><published>2004-06-26T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:30:45.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Photos</title><summary type='text'>I've started to upload some of my trip pictures.  Here is what I have so far, more to come: Paris Photos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108822424537911213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108822424537911213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108822424537911213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/06/paris-photos.html' title='Paris Photos'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108757809597292882</id><published>2004-06-18T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:01:35.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepford Wives</title><summary type='text'>Watched Stepford Wives last night.  It was kind of interesting, completely cheesy, but a fun movie.  All the wives were like extreme Martha Stewart's, immaculate houses, always cooking and cleaning and waiting on their husbands and children hand and foot.  At one point Nicole Kidman's character bakes about 5,000 cupcakes because she is trying to get into the whole 'Stepford thing'.  Another great</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108757809597292882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108757809597292882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108757809597292882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/06/stepford-wives.html' title='Stepford Wives'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108730467748586049</id><published>2004-06-15T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:04:37.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe</title><summary type='text'>Back in Grand Rapids again.  Just spent two weeks roaming about France and Spain.  Spain was nice, but I absolutely loved France.  Now I'm torn, I thought Florence would be a nice place to live, but now I think that I would prefer Paris, or maybe someplace in the French countryside.  We didn't spend any time in the country, but what I saw from the train was absolutely gorgeous.  I just loved the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108730467748586049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108730467748586049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108730467748586049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/06/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108575309499752196</id><published>2004-05-28T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T10:04:54.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><summary type='text'>I don't understand it.  You can go to almost any bank in Ontario (in my experience) and get US currency.  But I just got back from my bank, they don't have CDN currency.  And the woman at the counter said that she has called around to other banks for other people and no one seems to have it.  That makes no sense to me...Canada is only a 3 hour drive away!  Ah well, life goes on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108575309499752196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108575309499752196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108575309499752196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/05/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108544460015454932</id><published>2004-05-24T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:41:10.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>This morning I was up at 5 am, long before the sun.  I got in my car and headed west in the drizzling rain.  I had to go to customs this morning to renew my work visa.  After a reasonably short wait at the border I headed to Grand Rapids, back to work.  When I got home I was exhausted and hungry, I'd had an egg McMuffin at 7, but nothing since then.  For some reason driving never makes me hungry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108544460015454932&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108544460015454932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108544460015454932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108429690154059406</id><published>2004-05-11T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:45:16.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><summary type='text'>18 days and counting... :D :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108429690154059406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108429690154059406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108429690154059406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/05/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108384708622782237</id><published>2004-05-06T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:53:42.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels!</title><summary type='text'>I have wheels again!  My car was in the shop this past week for some much belated body work.  So for seven days I've been without wheels, bumming rides from my roomie, walking and taking the bus around town.  But this morning I picked up my car, he looks so shiny and new, and they even vacuumed the inside for me.  It's great to have wheels again :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108384708622782237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108384708622782237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108384708622782237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/05/wheels.html' title='Wheels!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653750.post-108368485267243796</id><published>2004-05-04T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:53:02.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Melissas</title><summary type='text'>Ok, just had to share this one.  I was looking up URLs with my name in them, geeky, I know, when I stumbled across this one "Melissa Net." dedicated to the Melissas of the world.  Hee hee.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653750&amp;postID=108368485267243796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108368485267243796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653750/posts/default/108368485267243796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meleeka.blogspot.com/2004/05/online-melissas.html' title='Online Melissas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287939408987846069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/1363/200/jasonmelissa_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
