<?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-9030314432344098056</id><updated>2012-02-21T02:57:54.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small times in the Big City</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-6788988481067679734</id><published>2010-04-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:29:16.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to Disney World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to find Prince Charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to give him a kick in his charming lil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh Hello Amber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;What am I doing?&amp;nbsp; I'm just writing a modern day fairy tale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;What is it about? Well, I'll let you read it after you start dating.&amp;nbsp; Go back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Now...where was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh Yeah, Prince Charming and all of his charming, ummm, &amp;nbsp;assetts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Somewhere along the path of life, I have realized that I've been duped.&amp;nbsp; Which is sad.&amp;nbsp; But what is sadder still, is that I am not the only one.&amp;nbsp; Now I can't claim to have the official numbers, nor have I done any poll.&amp;nbsp; But I dare say the majority of women have been duped as well.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, we have been taught to think that there is a Prince Charming that will come in and know exactly what to do and say plus how to smell and look.&amp;nbsp; And we want him to know all of this, all by himself.&amp;nbsp; We can't tell him what to do or it takes the meaning away.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, we have listened to enough songs, watched enough movies, and read enough books to believe that some perfect form of a man (well at least perfect for us, as we tell ourselves is reasonable to believe exists) will walk up to us with our hair a mess, no make up on, while we are trying to decide whether our car needs 10w40 or 5w30 or that new Valvoline stuff that is suppose to be Eco Friendly&amp;nbsp;and smells&amp;nbsp;like a cool summer breeze,&amp;nbsp;offer to change the oil in our car and fall madly, deeply, truly, never even look at another woman blinded by our natural and inner&amp;nbsp;beauty kind of love.&amp;nbsp; Though many will read this and pretend I have lost my mind - in all honestly we have some sort of a fantasy like this.&amp;nbsp; Why wouldn't we?&amp;nbsp; We started out with&amp;nbsp;the stories of&amp;nbsp;Snow White and Cinderella, matured to the likes of Romeo and Juliet, moved on to the Titanic and now have settled with The Notebook to guide as to what true love is.&amp;nbsp; So yes, I blame Prince Charming, Leonardo DiCaprio, and even that cute blonde dude in The Notebook.&amp;nbsp; They set a standard, and most of the average Joes I have met, fall quite below that standard.&amp;nbsp; Hence, my decision to meet Prince Charming and explain that he could have a few flaws for us to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;UPDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;I went to Disney World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Saw Prince Charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Walked up to him, however, he was too busy chatting up some cute 21 yr old blonde who clearly has yet to see the effects of gravity or children upon her body.&amp;nbsp; Dang it, Blondes really do have all the fun!&amp;nbsp; (Sarah, maybe instead of red, next time we do blonde????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;I realized though that the movies make him look taller (seriously, he is probably only 5'4) and he has the attention span of a squirrel, considering every time a princess walked by he was winking and sharing the mischevious grin (apparently Blondes&amp;nbsp;aren't his only cup of tea).&amp;nbsp; Funny enough, I found him to not be that charming afterall.&amp;nbsp; How did that happen?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps - flaws are part of the package and they just left that out of the stories???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Lesson learned - we all have our once upon a times, and we all will have our happily ever afters.&amp;nbsp; However, there is a lot of mess, covered with&amp;nbsp;a whole&amp;nbsp;lot of flaws in between the two of those, and perhaps, just maybe that is the way it is suppose to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-6788988481067679734?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6788988481067679734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=6788988481067679734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/6788988481067679734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/6788988481067679734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-781718274693532879</id><published>2010-02-17T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:55:08.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Waldon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time a man ventured out to the edge of town to live in a modest cottage in order to learn.  He had several points he wished to make as he set off on this goal.  One was to live a life of self-sufficiency which equated to him living minimally.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this year, I set out with a goal for the month of January.  I was to become vegan.  This decision was only made to see if I had the will power and determination to do something most considered impossible.  I didn't know what to expect as I set off on this adventure but I what I found was a profound lesson of minimalism.  I learned that there is indeed a difference in what I NEED to have to survive and what I WANT.  Often times those lines are blurred.  I need protein and complex carbs.  I want steak and and potatoes covered in butter.  I need fluids such as water.  I want a chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;As the month came to an end, I looked back upon my experience and contemplated how I could take this approach in other areas of my life.  Never fear, I will not be throwing away the  50 some odd pairs of shoes I have in exchange for a pair of old Birks.  I will however further my pursuit to cleanse my home, body and spirit as I find the right balance  of need and want because in the end we will always have a little of both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-781718274693532879?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/781718274693532879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=781718274693532879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/781718274693532879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/781718274693532879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-waldon.html' title='My Waldon'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-166957788837976463</id><published>2010-01-27T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:42:08.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?  Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me...no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote this about 2 or 3 yrs ago however feel the sentiment still rings true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;In fairy tales, we read of poor unfortunate women beginning whisked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; away by Prince Charming to a life of love, pleasure and ease.  In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; movies we see men overcoming all odds to find the woman they are meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; to be with and loving them at first sight or first spoken word.  This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; is not romance nor love to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; People joke because I don't accept gifts from guys – they tell me "hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; it's just a shirt why not take it?"  or even better "but how cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; would it be to have a new tv?"  I live a life full of theories.  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; believe a gift has to be proportional to the amount of time spent with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; the person (1 month does not constitute a new TV) and how much the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; person cares for you.  If those to factors aren't right, something is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; wrong.  Yes, I love receiving gifts but not because of the gift but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; because of the emotion and thought put into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Moving on – Romance and love are not instant.  It can not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; manufactured nor manipulated.  It takes time.  Patience.  Knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; To me, romance comes from love that is brewed over time.  Yes, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; are romantic moments from the beginning of all relationships.  But in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; the end what I am looking for is someone who knows me…inside out – my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; little quirks.  What do I do when I am thinking?  Or when I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; nervous?  What are my goals…do you plan on helping me achieve them as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; I plan on helping you?  Can you tell when I am uncomfortable and try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; to get me out of those situations?  Are you willing to put yourself on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; the back burner when needs be because heaven knows I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Romance isn't about big grand gestures – it's the little, tedious, day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; in and day out activities that show love.  Anyone can buy clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; flowers, electronics, jewelry – but it takes someone who loves with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; true love that is willing accept my flaws – someone who knows that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; love food from road side vendors and is willing to take the risk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; enjoy it with me – someone who when I am sick is there still doing all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; of his responsibilities but also taking on some of mine – someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; loves my smile and is willing to do anything to see it.   And that, my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; friends, is your challenge – make me smile and I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-166957788837976463?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/166957788837976463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=166957788837976463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/166957788837976463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/166957788837976463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-love-baby-dont-hurt-me-dont.html' title='What is love?  Baby don&apos;t hurt me, don&apos;t hurt me...no more.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-8465205869760598260</id><published>2010-01-24T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:08:18.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meandering Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a lifetime of lessons bearing upon my shoulders, I woke up this morning with an intense desire to write. As many may know, I write on a regular basis, but rarely ever share those intimate thoughts. Why not start?  Or should I say start again?  Back to the lessons - this past year has been interesting, as my life has taken a course of its own and though I am in control, I found it intensely satisfying to let go of the reins and see where I was led.  In doing such, I have learned much.  Some of those lessons I will freely share however there are some poignant thoughts that will remain solely mine.&lt;br /&gt;Be patient as I ramble through thoughts and hope it finds some sort of direction and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I had the pleasure of going to dinner with a friend, we spoke of writing and he mentioned a few lines he had jotted down recently. One stuck out to me and left me with such an impression that I pondered it and really took in the imagery it left me with.  I hope he forgives me for making reference to it however without the quote you will not understand the lessons I gleaned from it. &lt;br /&gt;"Time exacts no returns, and opportunity remains a premium of the ticking clock" A. Wood&lt;br /&gt;As he uttered those words to me I automatically was struck with awe as all I could envision was an old Grandfather clock, the pendulum swinging to mark the seconds and the gong to mark the hour.  For the week after, my thoughts enclosed upon that clock and how it represented my life.  The pendulum being the day in and day out tedium of our lives, what there is to be done with no question - we move back and forth to accomplish the needs of our day.  What struck me most though was the gong - I picture that gong to either be the death toll of another day in my life wasted to meaningless actions and motions of nothingness or that of a celebrating chorus reminding me to come out and appreciate that I took full advantage of all the opportunities presented to me within any given time.  Fortunately, my life has held both actions and for that I know there are still much more I must learn.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to this upcoming year to do such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-8465205869760598260?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8465205869760598260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=8465205869760598260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/8465205869760598260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/8465205869760598260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/meandering-musings.html' title='Meandering Musings'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-5759822552672299520</id><published>2008-03-07T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:51:10.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My, oh my, how the time does fly!</title><content type='html'>Should I apologize or just start writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about an apology with an explanation - First off, I've been busy.  Second - my home was broken into and my camera was stolen.  Didn't know if ya'll would enjoy the blogs nearly as much without my goodlooking mug posted all over them!  OK, I know you really want to see the babies, and for that I can't blame you but that intermixed with being busy is why I have not written in a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS!  I bought a new camera a little over a week ago.  I am still in the process of learning how to operate the beast but will in time figure it out and get ya'll updated on our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check back over the next week or so to see what's been happening in our world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-5759822552672299520?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5759822552672299520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=5759822552672299520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/5759822552672299520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/5759822552672299520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-oh-my-how-time-does-fly.html' title='My, oh my, how the time does fly!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-514489518488356708</id><published>2007-06-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:21:36.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEED STREET!</title><content type='html'>Ahh...Speed Street.  One of the things I love most about Charlotte.  Really how can one not?  Only one of the biggest gatherings of country folk and rednecks...woohoo.  (And yes I am being serious)&lt;br /&gt;This year, Speed Street was kicked off with a concert by Sara Evans on Thursday Night.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Michelle and Lisa and we caught up with Ben, Anna, Sheldon, and Clay.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Michelle and I looking like the hot ladies we are or at least I pretend to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmiel5AZvOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qI1io5jvRjM/s1600-h/100_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmiel5AZvOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qI1io5jvRjM/s320/100_0681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073479354027719906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Cheesin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmie9ZAZvPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GAIrK2awqnE/s1600-h/100_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmie9ZAZvPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GAIrK2awqnE/s320/100_0684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073479757754645746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle cheesin (if I am not mistaken (with the name) Michelle is actually wearing some blue Chuck T's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmifT5AZvQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H7Sy9B_tW_0/s1600-h/100_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmifT5AZvQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H7Sy9B_tW_0/s320/100_0683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073480144301702402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is Ben - is he looking a bit Top Gunish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmifupAZvRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/60ALYJvWrGw/s1600-h/100_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmifupAZvRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/60ALYJvWrGw/s320/100_0680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073480603863203090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the Group - Ben, Anna, Lisa, Michelle, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmigJpAZvSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o-FfTVFtQAQ/s1600-h/100_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmigJpAZvSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o-FfTVFtQAQ/s320/100_0686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073481067719671074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the Group - Lisa, Sheldon, Clay, Michelle and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmighpAZvTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/c82tfuCNefU/s1600-h/100_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmighpAZvTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/c82tfuCNefU/s320/100_0688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073481480036531506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished out the evening at the Starbucks (well one of them) in uptown.  We actually met some awesome guys playing Chess and had great fun chatting with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-514489518488356708?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/514489518488356708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=514489518488356708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/514489518488356708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/514489518488356708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/speed-street.html' title='SPEED STREET!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmiel5AZvOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qI1io5jvRjM/s72-c/100_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-7684820542926487606</id><published>2007-06-07T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:15:02.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many catch up's can a girl do?</title><content type='html'>One day I will have life down to an art and will master the virtue of time management perfect...yeah right!  With that being said here is yet another "catch up"!  At least this one is just about my family and time spent down in GA!&lt;br /&gt;As the majority of ya'll know - I have spent quite some time down in GA with the family.   What do we do in GA?  Well we go to Ikea, hit the Barbie (grill out), spend some time on the Hooch, Karaoke, Go Carts, well, the list goes on but we do have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even Amber gets in on the Karaoke Action - I do believe she was the star of the show that night!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgcnJAZu_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wqy2-kENMiE/s1600-h/100_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgcnJAZu_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wqy2-kENMiE/s320/100_0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073336438990945266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter 2007 - we had fun, of course - here are some pictures of our infamous Silly String battles - sure to happen every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nanner - slightly covered in silly string with Cassie (Cyrus's girlfriend in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgd5JAZvDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tglMDqbsBZs/s1600-h/100_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgd5JAZvDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tglMDqbsBZs/s320/100_0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073337847740218418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noone was safe - not even Danny (mom's boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgdtZAZvCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/F4Bqr6fxdcY/s1600-h/100_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgdtZAZvCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/F4Bqr6fxdcY/s320/100_0539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073337645876755490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it just or does the silly string match Amber's dress?  (I made that one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgdhpAZvBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TtWHl8IYfPE/s1600-h/100_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgdhpAZvBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TtWHl8IYfPE/s320/100_0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073337444013292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, we have Tubs cheesin it with the can in his hand - probably ready to shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgc1ZAZvAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KW-DoD48oe0/s1600-h/100_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgc1ZAZvAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KW-DoD48oe0/s320/100_0533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073336683804081154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have even braved Deedee's driving...crazy I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgfJJAZvEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RkrI1h_CbH8/s1600-h/100_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgfJJAZvEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RkrI1h_CbH8/s320/100_0520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073339222129753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last trip to GA!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sharkies - sang some more Karaoke.  As well as other fun things such as...&lt;br /&gt;poking out our tongues (is that fun...who knows?  It was to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmggwZAZvFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/r6S66kZin64/s1600-h/100_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmggwZAZvFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/r6S66kZin64/s320/100_0587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073340995951246418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And clearly it's contagious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgg7JAZvGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LSN7sfi-uHc/s1600-h/100_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgg7JAZvGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LSN7sfi-uHc/s320/100_0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073341180634840162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't let the cute smile fool you, I had to bribe him with a trip to the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmghdpAZvHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4_SmAMV3Z-I/s1600-h/100_0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmghdpAZvHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4_SmAMV3Z-I/s320/100_0590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073341773340327026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmhhh,  perhaps a cute lady...in pink???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmghoZAZvII/AAAAAAAAAFc/WbWtALf6ULg/s1600-h/100_0592_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmghoZAZvII/AAAAAAAAAFc/WbWtALf6ULg/s320/100_0592_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073341958023920770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Osmonds, The Partridge Family, Jackson Five - or perhaps just THE FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgh15AZvJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o9rCGX_i_C0/s1600-h/100_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgh15AZvJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o9rCGX_i_C0/s320/100_0595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073342189952154770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to our trip to the Chattahoochee - Cyrus decided to go for a ride though he was not properly dressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgiPZAZvKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xui_t4bdp7k/s1600-h/100_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgiPZAZvKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xui_t4bdp7k/s320/100_0598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073342628038818978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgic5AZvLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KfQU1Vy9nFc/s1600-h/100_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgic5AZvLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KfQU1Vy9nFc/s320/100_0599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073342859967052978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgipJAZvMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EpEJOeiDohc/s1600-h/100_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgipJAZvMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EpEJOeiDohc/s320/100_0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073343070420450498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly - Sister Barnes helped my children roast marshmallows.  I don't think they were happier the whole evening than when they eating those marshmallows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgi5JAZvNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pLlQI2I5e5A/s1600-h/100_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rmgi5JAZvNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pLlQI2I5e5A/s320/100_0602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073343345298357458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-7684820542926487606?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7684820542926487606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=7684820542926487606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/7684820542926487606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/7684820542926487606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-many-catch-ups-can-girl-do.html' title='How many catch up&apos;s can a girl do?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RmgcnJAZu_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wqy2-kENMiE/s72-c/100_0524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-5896190460660580572</id><published>2007-05-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:20:26.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why Can Bath Time Be So Crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few nights ago when giving the kids a bath I noticed Amber had a big white dot stuck to her forehead.  Odd, I know.  I ask her about it and she tells me that she saw some woman wearing a red one and she liked it.   Knowing that the red dot on women has some importance, I went to the computer to learn that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fact called bindi, and for most sig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nify that the lady is married.  I come bac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k and tell Amber about it.  She tells me she is pretending but, of course, being Amber then proceeds to ask me when I will get marri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed so that I can wear one as well.  I won't bore ya'll with the conversation that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RkfEOWjTT7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mTORIe2CV_8/s1600-h/100_0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RkfEOWjTT7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mTORIe2CV_8/s320/100_0615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064232056852271026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Amber was James' turn in the tub and to put me in my place.  Why do they always do that?  Well he found a little "shaving kit" and went to town shaving his face.  Yet again, I am reminded that he is growing up and that he will in fact become a man.  Something that I know nothing about!  What am I doing?  Heaven knows, I'm gonna be needing some help!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RkfEaGjTT8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/M2cz11h-I8E/s1600-h/100_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RkfEaGjTT8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/M2cz11h-I8E/s320/100_0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064232258715733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-5896190460660580572?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5896190460660580572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=5896190460660580572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/5896190460660580572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/5896190460660580572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-can-bath-time-be-so-crazy-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RkfEOWjTT7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mTORIe2CV_8/s72-c/100_0615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-6678320693608566367</id><published>2007-05-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:09:19.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookin with Tubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just wanted to share the fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This past friday, Tubs and I hit the mean streets of our kitchen to make yummilicious brownies and cookies for a bake sale at Ambers school.  Though the foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d did not turn out the greatest - I still thought you would getting a glimpse of tubs cookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9XzWjTT3I/AAAAAAAAADk/QrjoO6jqlJk/s1600-h/100_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9XzWjTT3I/AAAAAAAAADk/QrjoO6jqlJk/s320/100_0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061861045926317938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the crazy fella' modeling his new Lightening McQueen apron and his bulging biceps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9YFmjTT4I/AAAAAAAAADs/gHSg7_6VuhU/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9YFmjTT4I/AAAAAAAAADs/gHSg7_6VuhU/s320/100_0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061861359458930562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tubs with the KitchenAid - ok so I do realize that no explanation is really needed for the pics but I will still entertain myself by giving them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9YeWjTT5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/C6S2HyxQLZE/s1600-h/100_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9YeWjTT5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/C6S2HyxQLZE/s320/100_0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061861784660692882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, we see him delicately holding the egg before it is cracked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9Zr2jTT6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_G6whGbfoTw/s1600-h/100_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9Zr2jTT6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_G6whGbfoTw/s320/100_0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061863116100554658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the best part of all - licking up the leftover batter!  Looks like he had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-6678320693608566367?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6678320693608566367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=6678320693608566367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/6678320693608566367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/6678320693608566367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/cookin-with-tubs.html' title='Cookin with Tubs'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/Rj9XzWjTT3I/AAAAAAAAADk/QrjoO6jqlJk/s72-c/100_0608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-8939797434327800045</id><published>2007-04-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:54:32.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Where to start?  Heck I don't know.  So I will just make it short with a few pics to get ya'll up to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs turned three on February 24, 2007.  We went down to GA and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrYnBWkLDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yjc1lxYAEkc/s1600-h/100_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrYnBWkLDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yjc1lxYAEkc/s320/100_0462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051588096939011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my office is closing.  My company flew me out to UT to see if I would like to work out there.  It was wonderful.  I absolutely love it, however, at this time I have decided that going to UT is not the right decision but staying here in Charlotte and going back to school is in my immediate future.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrbLxWkLHI/AAAAAAAAADc/jSVdWcsveI8/s1600-h/5360_SaltLakeUT_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrbLxWkLHI/AAAAAAAAADc/jSVdWcsveI8/s320/5360_SaltLakeUT_st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051590927322459250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2007 - The family, a friend and his children, and I went to the Atlanta aquarium.  Fun times were had by all as we looked at and actually touched many different forms of marine life.  (yeah I even got in on the touching action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrY9hWkLEI/AAAAAAAAADE/c1brg25JHPo/s1600-h/000_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrY9hWkLEI/AAAAAAAAADE/c1brg25JHPo/s320/000_0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051588483486067778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the month of March was spent with me looking for a place to reside within a very low (extremely low) budget.   Last minute, I found a place however not up to the same standards I am use.  In the words of Gloria Gaynor, "I will survive" hopefully my kids will as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhraRBWkLFI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z4u38g1k9Lw/s1600-h/445644.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhraRBWkLFI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z4u38g1k9Lw/s320/445644.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051589918005144658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing us to a close, the last weekend in April we spent moving in and I can say with a breath of relief that I am ALL MOVED IN!  No more boxes, or bags, or anything else.  I do have a few pictures that I need to get some frames for and I would like a few live plants but all in good time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhraphWkLGI/AAAAAAAAADU/7fhReaFuffQ/s1600-h/747686.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhraphWkLGI/AAAAAAAAADU/7fhReaFuffQ/s320/747686.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051590338911939682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be on the watch out because either tonight or in the next few days I do plan on posting my events in GA this past week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-8939797434327800045?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8939797434327800045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=8939797434327800045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/8939797434327800045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/8939797434327800045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/brief-catch-up.html' title='Brief Catch Up'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RhrYnBWkLDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yjc1lxYAEkc/s72-c/100_0462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-3669469571546564307</id><published>2007-04-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:19:39.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt;"&gt;PRESS RELEASE – April 9, 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;After a brief hiatus, the Preslar family will be returning shortly with more fun times to share!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-3669469571546564307?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3669469571546564307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=3669469571546564307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/3669469571546564307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/3669469571546564307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/press-release-april-9-2007-after-brief.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-7737933984221734366</id><published>2007-02-11T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:58:58.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perversion of Justice, but whose justice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the most fundamental principles learned in science is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Newton&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s Third law which states “for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot help but feel this is applicable to every aspect of our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For everything we do there are consequences and rewards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This, my friends, is what can be and is considered Choice and Accountability.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday we are faced with choices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether it is to buckle up, what food we eat, do we follow the law and so forth – we make these choices and with that we must be accountable for what happens afterwards – for the equal and opposite reaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all that being said let me now explain the purpose of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This past Friday night I went out with some friends to see a documentary called “Perversion of Justice”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Short and to the skewed and overtly biased point, the documentary told the story of &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Hamedah Hasan, a single mom currently serving time in prison for assisting a cousin who sold drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;27 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is what Ms. Hasan was given due to mandatory minimum sentencing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She willingly with complete knowledge broke the law.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And with that choice, came a consequence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I feel sorry for her?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I be saddened for her family?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps, and to be honest truly I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It breaks my heart that a woman chose her cousin over her three daughters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It breaks my heart that three children were forced to raise themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it also breaks my heart to know that there are millions of families who are torn apart because of drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;For a background I must say this is somewhat personal for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My brother. who I love with all my heart, was once addicted to drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marijuana and crystal meth to be exact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is he innocent in this, heck no?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that he will have to take full responsibility for his actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The actions, which have hurt every person in my family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the film and during the question and answer panel that followed many times it was suggested that Ms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hasan was convicted of a nonviolent crime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the surface, I could see how people would agree with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Really, she just wired some money and held on to some drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How did that hurt anyone? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I can tell you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know the many late night phone calls I receive from my brother in his drug induced paranoia, I can recount the year that followed after I finally persuaded him to move up here to come clean off of drugs, the many times I woke up to screaming or the times he thought people were out to get him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It hurt so bad to see him cry with pain, physical pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was there when he had teeth pulled out because the drugs ruined them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was violent on every level imaginable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And to this very day we still have to worry for him and pray for him to be made whole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, to say that having a hand in distributing drugs is not violent would be incorrect if not a complete lie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Moving on, I am actually not writing this because I think we have a perfect system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot say that I absolutely agree with the federal minimum sentencing mandates – I am actually reading up on them now so I can make an informed decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I do have a problem with anyone who says something is wrong without a solution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a terrible drug epidemic in this country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The minimum sentencing, as well as a few other consequences were created to help fight that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not say it is working.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, just as when your toilet is broken you don’t just get rid of it, you fix the silly pot or replace it we should do the same with our laws.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We live in a beautiful country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A land, “choice above all others”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A country that gives us more power then we choose to believe we have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can make changes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when I asked in front of over a hundred people who were championing the cause presented to them that night what the suggested solution was, can I tell you how blown away I was when I found out they didn’t have one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only was I not given a proposed solution, one member of the panel, Eric E. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sterling&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; actually became irate with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The more I heard, the more something just didn’t feel right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t put my finger on it but I can tell you without a doubt that something was amiss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;When I made it home I actually started doing research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, only I would be one to start looking up information on what many would call a seemingly insignificant documentary at 1 in the morning but there I was doing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I must say what I found shocked me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eric E Sterling – let me pause to reference the scriptures which warn us of the “evils and designs which do and will exist in the hearts of conspiring men.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my opinion Mr. Sterling would fit the bill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To shorten my story here I will give you links to what he supports and you will see that why he wasn’t’ able to give me a solution is because the solution he has would make the majority of Americans run and hide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From what I can piece together, it appears as though his agenda is to remove all consequences to those who break any of our drug laws without placing new laws in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And why would he want to do this, you might ask?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well to legalize drugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To have those drugs, that destroy people and their families, produced, distributed and taxed in this country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And to this purpose I started writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is wrong, drugs destroy the lives of those who use them, the lives of those who care for those who use them, and even the random bystanders that get caught in the cross fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sickened to think of the higher amount of people who would be hurt by this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What scares me even more are the many people who are championing the little causes without realizing the whole picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot just sit idly by and watch it happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not expect everyone to agree with me or even believe but I do recommend doing your research and following through as you see necessary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are the links to help you do that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cjpf.org/about/ericbio.html"&gt;http://www.cjpf.org/about/ericbio.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ssdp.org/"&gt;http://www.ssdp.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leap.cc/"&gt;http://www.leap.cc/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stopthedrugwar.org/home"&gt;http://stopthedrugwar.org/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t help but feel that these sites really do show what Eric Sterling is truly wanting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether you agree or disagree you can always contact your local representative of congress to let them know where you stand and what you want!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.house.gov/"&gt;http://www.house.gov/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;from this site you can locate your local member of the house of representatives&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.senate.gov/"&gt;http://www.senate.gov/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;from this site you can locate your local senator&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-7737933984221734366?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7737933984221734366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=7737933984221734366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/7737933984221734366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/7737933984221734366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/perversion-of-justice-but-whose-justice.html' title='Perversion of Justice, but whose justice?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-7509856191151647016</id><published>2007-02-01T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:58:58.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER STORM 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJhOG5Rn2I/AAAAAAAAACk/xMRmjU41hG0/s1600-h/100_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJhOG5Rn2I/AAAAAAAAACk/xMRmjU41hG0/s320/100_0419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026687029095800674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SNOW HITS THE SOUTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJg525Rn1I/AAAAAAAAACc/TXjVGAgTFrI/s1600-h/100_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJg525Rn1I/AAAAAAAAACc/TXjVGAgTFrI/s320/100_0418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026686681203449682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Febuary 1, 2007 Snow came to Charlott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e NC.  Though it is quickly melting away why not enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t while we can.  Amber didn't have to go to school and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; played hooky!  Woohoo.  We colored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; played games, dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ce, sang, went outside and played with the snow as well as made brownies.  What could be better?  If ya'll could have joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJgPG5Rn0I/AAAAAAAAACU/l00qaOqvZC8/s1600-h/100_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJgPG5Rn0I/AAAAAAAAACU/l00qaOqvZC8/s320/100_0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026685946764042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-7509856191151647016?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7509856191151647016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=7509856191151647016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/7509856191151647016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/7509856191151647016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-storm-2007.html' title='WINTER STORM 2007'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcJhOG5Rn2I/AAAAAAAAACk/xMRmjU41hG0/s72-c/100_0419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030314432344098056.post-2938682428983528276</id><published>2007-02-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:50:15.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>in land far far away...or least what some would call Uptown (Charlotte NC) A mother and her children ventured out to see what they could see.  What did they see?  Where did they go, you may ask?  Well, sit on down and let me tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Imaginon.  An interactive library for children of varying ages to learn about and love books.  Last Saturday we went to see the Once upon a time exhibit where we were able to explore popular fairy tales, how they originated, and the original versions of tales such as Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Jack and the Bean Stalk, and Little Red Riding hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one we saw was Beauty and the Beast.  In this picture you will see Amber and James sitting at a keyboard.  We read that in the original version of Beauty and the Beast, the Beast actually played the organ.  (Kind of makes you think of The Phantom of the Opera, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIL7G5RnrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o0B0RBT1doY/s1600-h/100_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIL7G5RnrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o0B0RBT1doY/s320/100_0396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026593244189925042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also got to play dr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIMcW5RnsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FSi1-zATtJ4/s1600-h/100_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIMcW5RnsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FSi1-zATtJ4/s320/100_0397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026593815420575426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ess up as a young squire and pretty maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIM3W5RntI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qkxRHQab53g/s1600-h/100_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIM3W5RntI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qkxRHQab53g/s320/100_0399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026594279277043410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing kings and queens, they went and climbed Jack's Bean Stalk. Where we were also able to learn different versions of Jack and the Bean stalk.  Good times, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIRZm5RnvI/AAAAAAAAABE/3VfOIswdfSY/s1600-h/100_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIRZm5RnvI/AAAAAAAAABE/3VfOIswdfSY/s320/100_0402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026599265734074098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIO-G5RnuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/93G7vfqbjII/s1600-h/100_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIO-G5RnuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/93G7vfqbjII/s320/100_0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026596594264415970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then dressed up as animals...ALL OF US!  Amber was an ostrich, James, an elephant, and yes I was the turtle.  You cant see the costumes very well but I will say we did enjoy dressing up and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcITFG5RnxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jlz3fNr1_0Y/s1600-h/100_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcITFG5RnxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jlz3fNr1_0Y/s320/100_0409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026601112570011410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end we changed the tables and guess who got to act like the wicked (step) mom - well for once it twas not I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcISwG5RnwI/AAAAAAAAABM/K83qRFeo6L4/s1600-h/100_0407_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcISwG5RnwI/AAAAAAAAABM/K83qRFeo6L4/s320/100_0407_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026600751792758530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we cannot forget - how my little worker bees turned into some shoe making elves.  (Sweat shop here we come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIThm5RnyI/AAAAAAAAABc/_f1UrCEfmE0/s1600-h/100_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIThm5RnyI/AAAAAAAAABc/_f1UrCEfmE0/s320/100_0405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026601602196283170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, it is time to say Farewell to our sweet royalty.  I ya'll have enjoyed this, hopefully next time it won't take me close to a week to figure out to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIUFG5RnzI/AAAAAAAAABk/yFzqxoSQFYQ/s1600-h/100_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIUFG5RnzI/AAAAAAAAABk/yFzqxoSQFYQ/s320/100_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026602212081639218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030314432344098056-2938682428983528276?l=melpandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2938682428983528276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030314432344098056&amp;postID=2938682428983528276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/2938682428983528276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030314432344098056/posts/default/2938682428983528276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melpandfamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084566933167068299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/S1xQal3z0TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N8NU_3xa4C8/S220/bunny+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L-pCYjKMxY/RcIL7G5RnrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o0B0RBT1doY/s72-c/100_0396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
