<?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-4913314066631626652</id><updated>2011-11-07T14:25:20.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please laugh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mella_meri_nard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16618941083364505452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913314066631626652.post-9062171185287996709</id><published>2011-11-07T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:25:20.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat</title><content type='html'>one day, melissa, you will be sitting here with a big fat pregnant belly and it will all be worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913314066631626652-9062171185287996709?l=mellamerinard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/feeds/9062171185287996709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/11/fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/9062171185287996709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/9062171185287996709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/11/fat.html' title='fat'/><author><name>mella_meri_nard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16618941083364505452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913314066631626652.post-7415159198448707551</id><published>2011-05-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:17:20.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here, there, everywhere</title><content type='html'>"lucky im in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where i have been"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite lucky to have been where i have been. i really wouldn't be HERE if i hadn't first been THERE.  THERE was sometimes great, sometimes terrible, but always quite telling. always pushing me to get to somewhere. maybe that somewhere was HERE? i don't want to jump the gun but i think i am almost HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. HERE i am, finally deciding on a degree.  No more early childhood education. i will be double majoring in english and secondary education.  at this point, i'll ask you to forget all my capitalization errors. this isnt for credit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo... one of two things is going to happen HERE. either... i am going to find out that i am a terrible writer, and im going to bullshit my way through an english degree OR i am going to steadily develop my writing and comprehension and teaching skills and become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking it will be the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913314066631626652-7415159198448707551?l=mellamerinard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/feeds/7415159198448707551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-there-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/7415159198448707551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/7415159198448707551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-there-everywhere.html' title='here, there, everywhere'/><author><name>mella_meri_nard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16618941083364505452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913314066631626652.post-6935263551658470204</id><published>2011-03-10T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:53:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Found this online today on a website called "Things My GF and I Have Arguments About."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A Few Concepts Margret Continues To Have Trouble Assimilating:            &lt;/li&gt;         &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;li&gt; It's possible to stop buying plants. &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;li&gt; Can you &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; leave me alone, I'm on the lavatory. &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;li&gt; Ikea is just another shop. &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;li&gt; I &lt;i&gt;asked&lt;/i&gt; you if you wanted any, I &lt;i&gt;asked&lt;/i&gt; you - now                &lt;i&gt;stop eating it off my plate&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;li&gt; One may have a thought and not say it. This does not make me                insular, it merely separates me from you and that mad woman who's                always shouting at the pigeons outside the supermarket. &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;li&gt; They're &lt;i&gt;just nail clippings&lt;/i&gt;. Nail clippings must be the                most inert thing on the planet, how can anyone seriously have a                problem with nail clippings? You might as well freak out with, 'Bleuuuurrggh                - helium!' Really - just get a hold of yourself. So you've walked                barefoot across the bathroom and you find this has resulted in a                nail clipping or two sticking to the bottom of your foot; well,                simply brush them off into the bin - &lt;i&gt;they're just nail clippings."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically describes my relationship with my husband. Nail clippings are disgusting, you should at least be able to verbally describe what you are thinking, your food=my food, and no I will not leave you alone just because you are on the can. The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cheated with the whole FB given up for Lent thing. Only day 2, and I am already contemplating cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for Disney World tomorrow morning at 9am. So excited! Celebrating Steve's 26th birthday - what an old man! I am bringing my laptop and Spanish book for studying in the car... a grand total of 14 hours in the car this weekend should be PLENTY of time to edit my essay, study for Spanish, and complete a few other assignments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has FLOWN by. I hope the next 76 semesters fly by as well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU IN DISNEY WORLD :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913314066631626652-6935263551658470204?l=mellamerinard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/feeds/6935263551658470204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/6935263551658470204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/6935263551658470204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>mella_meri_nard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16618941083364505452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913314066631626652.post-3504121122856647612</id><published>2011-03-09T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:18:42.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>UPDATE: this did NOT work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the POINT of ALL THIS.... is to make more records."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the point of all this is to grow in the Lord. I have given up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THEfacebook&lt;/span&gt;.com for Lent.  A lot of people would not really find that a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; thing to do. I am NOT one of them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; distracts me like nothing else and I am quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to say so. Instead of homework: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of playing with the dog: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of listening when my husband talks to me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOIN&lt;/span&gt; COLD TURKEY!! Forty days without that social networking. And the key is this: what will I replace it with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I will not even check my notifications.&lt;br /&gt;2) I will not log on for lame excuses like "BUT STACEY HAD HER BABY AND I WANNA SEE PICS"&lt;br /&gt;3) When I go on the computer and ALMOST type in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I will instead fill up that moment with a prayer for my husband. I have got to start praying for him more. God has really put it on my heart that as a wife I should have my mind on my husband in a positive way and pray for him. SO THAT'S WHAT I WILL DO.&lt;br /&gt;4) Instead of wasting my time on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; I will go play with the dog or open up the Bible. IF I CAN FIND THE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what life looks like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-networked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4913314066631626652-3504121122856647612?l=mellamerinard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/feeds/3504121122856647612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/3504121122856647612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4913314066631626652/posts/default/3504121122856647612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellamerinard.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>mella_meri_nard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16618941083364505452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
