tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60644675049895735032024-03-05T05:16:52.570-06:00just checking inmelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-86967672471375127112010-11-02T02:46:00.006-05:002010-11-02T03:32:53.565-05:00LOVERemember how in my last post (in MAY, eek!) I said I had booked a trip to New York? Well about 10 days ago I left on that trip, and had an absolute blast, as well as took my Redken Certified Colorist test. Which was hard, and fun, and stressful, and I don't get the results for 6 more weeks (ugh). Well that's not what I'm writing about. Even though I just might need to write another post about how <strong>AMAZING </strong>Mary Poppins was... What I'm sharing, is the very exciting thing that happened when I got home! <div><div><div><br /><div>For quite some time now I have been dating a very handsome boy name Brandon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9zT-REVTWD6LIkcM2RcNDaTimL4B2XDob7U3e6iAq_8EzPIRV7mmRjLANK-UvrrX6oS-sinKqJRMHo7RtzzZTrIegPfSakQjA3h5CgfB-JoCrUdoCC70npekXeCP0x9cQO0JUPEDywOA/s1600/Melinda's+camera+488.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534863032839954162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9zT-REVTWD6LIkcM2RcNDaTimL4B2XDob7U3e6iAq_8EzPIRV7mmRjLANK-UvrrX6oS-sinKqJRMHo7RtzzZTrIegPfSakQjA3h5CgfB-JoCrUdoCC70npekXeCP0x9cQO0JUPEDywOA/s320/Melinda's+camera+488.JPG" /></a> Barlow. And that handsome boy who I had fallen very much in love with text me while I was in New York and said "he would love to pick me up from the airport". So I told my parents not to worry, that B was taking care of me. (he's cute, right? Ignore my face in this one. I had just flown across the country)</div><br /><div>Secretly I was hoping that he would be waiting for me in baggage claim with a lot of flowers and a very sparkly little something. Sadly when I arrived in baggage claim, Brandon was nowhere to be found and I was left to lug my very heavy bag out to the curb where he said he would be waiting. </div><br /><div>I got to the curb and he was not there waiting...</div><br /><div>I waited, and about 10 minutes later B pulled up, wearing basketball shorts and an inside out t-shirt loads me up in the car and we drive away. At that point I realized I had been being silly thinking that,that night was the night, because after all it was almost midnight and he was wearing basket ball shorts. We started driving and Brandon headed East on the I2-15 though I live West. I started complaining, that I had been flying for about 9 hours, it was late, I had been up since 5am, and just wanted to go home,shower and go to bed. Brandon informed me that we hadn't seen each other for 5 days, he wanted some quality time, and I had no choice since he was driving. So, off to his house we went.</div><div></div><div>We got to his house and B told me I had to see the progress he had made in moving stuff out of his room, so I drug myself upstairs, and opened his door, and found this:<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534862254401062514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASc3JlxFxdtJAf-_OB9FdFxLL13RelpOWBc98u1YssKZuPy9_0RCGGQLXqqALW0e_yiftdzV5I7-hGac6YeA62tB2I7r72sCa9_6A0RN9x0KjeoQZ6Fh5mb2JE5afFzCiZL3BcDPYlu8/s400/Melinda's+camera+489.JPG" />I got a little choked up and started doing my nervous laugh, and Brandon knelt down. Brushed the floor covered in chocolate kisses, and said Melinda, i kiss the ground you walk on (he's super cheesy, don't let his outer demeanor fool you, he's a total softy). We had a little chuckle over that then he told me some nice things, that he loved me and wanted to marry me, and asked me if I would...</div><div></div><div>And how could I resist a guy who would propose with carved pumpkins (did you notice the ring box inside the heart pumpkin?). <strong>So... I said YES!!! </strong></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkGXMLkdBg3MwtvoG1MYIfK1E5-xHRSaS94JwZUvqPa-7pukKGoiuSp4d8xX_r5vOb3FnqtTNQL1fwiZ-07Ta_RbfaIuaJW3A-e8OEkDF85WQgRRcMu6Ny8adpZagUNRcPgCjiOlyDuA/s1600/Melinda's+camera+486.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534864300975291154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkGXMLkdBg3MwtvoG1MYIfK1E5-xHRSaS94JwZUvqPa-7pukKGoiuSp4d8xX_r5vOb3FnqtTNQL1fwiZ-07Ta_RbfaIuaJW3A-e8OEkDF85WQgRRcMu6Ny8adpZagUNRcPgCjiOlyDuA/s320/Melinda's+camera+486.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>And now we plan on living happily ever after.</div></div></div></div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-11922682166899439442010-05-08T11:59:00.007-05:002010-05-09T13:56:23.504-05:00All these things that I've done...I am feeling so blessed in my life right now, there are just so many good things going on, so I thought I would share! <div><div><br /><strong>First an update on the fam:<br /></strong><br />1. My baby brother is getting married on June 26th to an awesome girl named Julie that we can't wait to have as part of the family! AND he just found out that he won a full ride scholarship because his grades are off the hook!! Brains and Brawn... Julie is so lucky!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9hyEc7if8T6Z5JAVTo5QbvMl8OhUG5GW92XJm8SdjFNttRWILJDyDU1bOuBXzTZuvvSZQF9Lhp4HWC9ys3DGpH_39WbRPFuqq3uG-Q6Sv9EwuHG5G7X8ooysPLaxh0eZPC6dAdmFedM/s1600/aaron+and+julie.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468947335314494018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9hyEc7if8T6Z5JAVTo5QbvMl8OhUG5GW92XJm8SdjFNttRWILJDyDU1bOuBXzTZuvvSZQF9Lhp4HWC9ys3DGpH_39WbRPFuqq3uG-Q6Sv9EwuHG5G7X8ooysPLaxh0eZPC6dAdmFedM/s200/aaron+and+julie.jpg" /></a><br />2. My other little brother just graduated with his masters in accounting, and his wife finished her associates! Happy graduation to them!! Tyrel got a job in Vegas, with a big accounting firm which means they are moving HERE!!! Now they just need to get busy making me an aunt and life will really be complete. (I'm going to be an awesome aunt)</div><div><br />3. Since I'm talking about the fam I have to brag about my sisters. Jess is tearing it up on the volleyball court! She is a tall gorgeous blond that only cares about getting to college on a volleyball scholarship and I love it. Kami is in aestitician school and LOVING it. It's so fun to see her excelling at school. And she's really good! She even got Brandon in there for some waxing!! And he's already wanting to go back!</div><div><br /><strong>In other news:</strong></div><div></div><div>Things at the salon are soooo good right now. I've been working with an assistant Leah, and she is fabulous!! She makes my life so much easier, and I can book more clients, which means I am getting busier. My clients love her! Though I'm a little worried about what I'm going to do when she leaves me to work on her own!! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHYNH_Wh7m472XIl8C0s3Wb5z6lLWbMJRdyQeMljCyX9jg3F83hhvb2IPI2Sa5TEOSWuC70PRrlOFcnSPRW1dw4QFI8XbbX8EorhkUiNSWnMI6vzoZ0TBPs6KSuKoEETZZYs2jJnJcFA/s1600/melinda.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469341883562194530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHYNH_Wh7m472XIl8C0s3Wb5z6lLWbMJRdyQeMljCyX9jg3F83hhvb2IPI2Sa5TEOSWuC70PRrlOFcnSPRW1dw4QFI8XbbX8EorhkUiNSWnMI6vzoZ0TBPs6KSuKoEETZZYs2jJnJcFA/s200/melinda.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />Also my awesome photographer friend <a href="http://christycropperphotography.blogspot.com/">Christy</a> of <a href="http://christycropperphotography.com/"><u><span style="color:#0066cc;">ChristyCropperphotography.com</span></u> </a>has been taking some amazing pics of my clients for an online portfolio, and of me, for some advertising and things I have in the works. She even made me look cool!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>AND!!! I just booked a trip to New York to go to the REDKEN exchange! I'm going to take a 9 1/2 hour, 3 part test to become a certified Redken colorist. This means lots of studying and practicing in my near future, but I am so excited! All of my color specialist classes better pay off! Passing this test can open up even more opportunities, and I can't wait!</div></div><div></div><div>So yeah, pretty much my life is awesome... JEALOUS? <div><br /><br /></div><div><strong></strong></div></div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-26803932428887233762010-01-06T14:34:00.003-06:002010-01-06T18:01:45.874-06:00My new boyfriend... KINDLEThere is a new love in my life and I want to tell everyone about it. We met on my birthday, and it was love at first sight. Kindle takes me places I've never been before, makes me laugh, cry, and think about things I've never considered previously. I can't wait to get done with work so we can spend time together, and cuddle up in bed together. Kindle has changed my life! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423730742693561234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3mw1Y-FhRB3RoftY4dpkNiE80rCooZJFAdTRkLk3Kz_bxYfw6N7KeQgDj_ExdOJwgBYg9Qtbn0G4mrQKOqxMHVyLMpjR4JKmjZxSkEXTqcMTlidHJF4VREd9BIE2pJETiiiKFGGamc0/s320/amazon_kindle_21.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ok so Kindle might be my amazon reader that I got for my birthday in August, but seriously I am in love! My parents had an amazing gift giving year. Kindle for my birthday and a baby grand piano for Christmas. I feel like they are kind of setting me up for disappointment because I don't think they'll ever be able to top 2009. </div><div></div><div>And in the interest of sharing, here are the books I've read so far on my kindle, in case anyone is looking for a good read.</div><div></div><div>1.<strong>The Unlikely Disciple</strong>- super interesting, about a journalists "study abroad" to and evangelical college. Really made you think about what you believe and why.</div><div>2.<strong> Three Cups of Tea</strong>- Really enjoyed reading about how one man is doing what he can to change the world</div><div>3.<strong>The Weight of Silence- </strong>Pretty good book about a dysfunctional family, includes an unexpected turn of events.</div><div>4.<strong>Half Broke Horses-</strong> A true novel written by Jeanette Walls, the same person who wrote one of my favorite books, The Glass Castle, and I loved this book just as much. It's the story of her Grandmother, a force of a woman, and her incredible story.</div><div>5.<strong>The Red Tent- </strong>This book is set<strong> </strong>in the time of Joseph and his multi-colored coat, but isn't really a bible story. It's a story about the women's culture and their time spent in the red tent (a place they went during their monthly cycle, to give birth, nurse their children, and generally be together as women)</div><div>6. <strong>The Adoration of Jenna Fox-</strong> This book was a bit of a stretch from my usual reads, but enjoyable non the less. Makes you think a lot about the pros and cons of scientific advancements</div><div>7. <strong>The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance- </strong>Love, love, loved this book. I was sceptical at first, but in the end am a huge fan, maybe because I identified so much with Elna Baker, I might actually be her.</div><div>8. <strong>Graceling- </strong>this book was also a little outside of my norm, but I really liked it. About a girl who was a graced killer, and her struggle to not be the monster she felt she was born to be</div><div>9. <strong>The Hunger Games-</strong> Totally understand why this book is popular. I want this to be a movie!</div><div>10. <strong>Pretty in Plaid-</strong> Another book by Jen Lancaster, this is a prequel to her Bitter is the new black series. Her attempt to explain just why she is the way she is. A silly book, but fun read</div><div>11. <strong>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society- </strong>This one was a little hard to get into, it's written as a correspondence of letters between a group of friends. But it's worth sticking to.</div><div>12. <strong>Fancy White Trash- </strong>A silly little teen novel. Fun read if you just want something easy and mindless</div><div>13. <strong>Running with Scissors- </strong>I hated this book, I didn't finish it, and deleted it from Kindle. Don't read it!</div><div>14. <strong>American Eve-</strong> The Story of Evelynn Nesbitt, a tragic story about a young child model/actor, a kept woman, and the men who literally went crazy over her. Great read. A vocabulary stretcher.</div><div>15. <strong>Act Like a Lady</strong>, <strong>Think Like a Man- </strong>Written by Steve Harvey, I think every girl should read this book. So many good insights, and obviously hilarious.</div><div>16. <strong>When You Are Engulfed in Flames- </strong>Short stories by David Sedaris, I liked some of the stories a lot and some not at all. Good read.</div><div>17. <strong>Columbine: A True Crime Story</strong>- Pretty interesting book. Another angle on Columbine, something I hadn't really thought about in awhile</div><div>18. <strong>Julie and Julia</strong>- Fun cute book, liked the movie too.</div><div>19. <strong>The Help- </strong>I LOVED this book, about the relationship of a white woman and her black maid set in the 1960's. Would definitely recommend this one!</div><div>20. <strong>Snow Flower and the Secret Fan- </strong>This book was recommended to me and I've recommended it to a bunch of people as well. Set in 19th century China it's all about women,their secret language, how they lived and the arranged friendships that were even more powerful and binding than their arranged marriages.</div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-20029916846016310662009-09-28T18:42:00.002-05:002009-09-29T00:21:29.818-05:00Just Call Me Cha ChaWhen I was a Junior in High school my English teacher, Mr. Meyers, assigned us a research paper, as any good English teacher would. Somehow I missed the memo that all 5 of his classes had decided not to complete the research paper. I don't remember what it was exactly that I researched, but I do remember that when I was the only person out of our 41 person class that turned in said paper, Mr. Meyers pushed the cart holding the projector machine so hard that when it hit the desks across the room it flew into the air and broke through the thin wall into an un-expecting History class next door... But that's a completely different story. What I'm blogging about today is my love for research. (Possibly spurred by that first research paper?)<br /><br />I have a habit of researching ridiculously random topics. (Which habit has been dramatically fueled by the iPhone). A few topics that have been researched include<br />-midget babies<br />-ovarian transplants (only possible in identical twins)<br />-why Victorville, CA exists<br />-the effects of testosterone on a woman (SCARY!!!)<br />-the calorie count of the nachos at Baja Fresh<br />-the themed hotel at Bonnie Springs<br />-the story of how the Killers became a band and the height of each member of the band<br />-the starting year of the Cartoon Network<br /><br />After sharing very important facts regarding the above topic with my friends, they started texting me with their own quandaries. Following are just a couple of actual texts received from my friends:<br /><br />-"We are at a mets game and the crowd boos everytime an Atlanta Braves player named Chipper Jones comes to bat. Why?" -Tifani<br />-"How tall is Julia Childs?"- Christy<br />-"Is Helen Keller dead?"-Jacque<br /><br />All of these questions were met with speedy, accurate answers, earning me the nickname of Cha Cha. Because like Tifani said, "I'd rather text you, the answers come faster, and they are funnier... "<br />So ha, take that cha cha, I win!!!melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-14309874703800030932009-08-17T13:15:00.008-05:002009-08-17T14:39:53.906-05:00For My Viewing PleasureSummer is usually kind of a bust when it comes to a good TV series to follow, and now that SYTYCD is over, I decided I would put away the remote and get some good reading in until all of my shows start again in the fall.<br /><br />That is however until I discovered the genius of reality TV, especially of the dating variety.<br /><br />Allow me to introduce the two most awkward, dramatic, self esteem sucking, brilliant reality TV shows out there for our viewing pleasure.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4GuurHMQdA0QuoLz1hkUhX6e06p-PRXIsziipey0CL70qEVMtn_25Z6n3C6aefXGehvOlnqqSySEpVD34aKzMulyVIOtt3YOcywPDWqXF5qoyU_qKR3BM1Pie6R7JmoRSazsWS511z0/s1600-h/dating-in-the-dark-premiere1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371011070442628402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4GuurHMQdA0QuoLz1hkUhX6e06p-PRXIsziipey0CL70qEVMtn_25Z6n3C6aefXGehvOlnqqSySEpVD34aKzMulyVIOtt3YOcywPDWqXF5qoyU_qKR3BM1Pie6R7JmoRSazsWS511z0/s320/dating-in-the-dark-premiere1.jpg" border="0" /></a> First is "Dating in the Dark". Where 3 men and 3 women live in a house completely separated from one another. The only place they are allowed to come together is in a dark room (hence the name). This room is so pitch black they literally can't see their hands in front of their faces. And so have to get to know the other people in the house judging only by personality, and also the groping they claim helps them know what the other person "looks" like. Over the coarse of about a week, they can communicate by email or IM with the people in the house asking each other on dates in the dark room. They go on multiple dates and finally chose one person they would like to have revealed in the light. The show claims to answer the age old question "is love really blind?", by making these people form relationships without ever seeing one another. One girl said just before the big reveal "I've been making out with this guy for a week now, I hope he's not a troll". And after finding out that in fact he did resemble a character from Lord of the Rings, said "I guess I'm superficial, and I'm totally okay with that!"<br />Once they have seen the person they have been "dating in the dark", in the light, (which by the way is really awkward because they can't talk or see the reaction of the person who is looking at them) they can decide to either meet up on the balcony to continue the relationship or leave through the front door and walk down a super steep extremely long drive way (which I must add, definitely adds a dramatic effect) to search out their own true love sans the help of reality TV.<br />I really can't imagine anything worse than thinking I have a real connection with someone until they see me and decide that in fact they don't ever want to talk to me again... Brilliant ABC<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDQP5rZbjIOAqjkK2WAikwUHh-J-NjBfI5L7Lo2UAKTHSdgyvj16ZLHsuAuEWw9TuoqwUqQf2Gj5lvHi8C2_eB4fEuNL_yLuJIpVFdElw9DrFT8hkEcKsexRrAc5TBlPg0h8X-f3p6G4/s1600-h/more_to_love2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371004652307604898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDQP5rZbjIOAqjkK2WAikwUHh-J-NjBfI5L7Lo2UAKTHSdgyvj16ZLHsuAuEWw9TuoqwUqQf2Gj5lvHi8C2_eB4fEuNL_yLuJIpVFdElw9DrFT8hkEcKsexRrAc5TBlPg0h8X-f3p6G4/s320/more_to_love2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Number two has been totally and completely misnamed by FOX... and therefore has been renamed by my friends and I as "The Fat Bachelor".<br />In this show 20 buxom beauties compete over the love of one man who claims to like "big girls". In the first episode as each girl was being introduced at the bottom of the screen was a little description of the girl, including her name, job, height, and yes, weight. And let's just say the BMI of these girls was not falling into the "healthy" 20-25 range nor dare I say even the "overweight"25-29 range.<br />I'm not even sure where to begin with the dramatics of this series. First of all pretty much every single one of these women should be in counseling. They all blame their single hood on "being a bigger girl" (a phrase I've heard no less than 2700 times so far, i.e "I know I'm a bigger girl..." or "because I'm a bigger girl...") One of the girls had never been on a date, ever. Another had never been on a second date. Yet here they are throwing themselves at the fat bachelor like he is the only guy that will ever look at them again. These girls cry constantly, profess their love after one date, and are more desperate than I even knew was possible (except for Bonnie, she was kind of normal). I think what truly makes this show AMAZING is the fact that these women have the self esteem of an acne prone, pubescent, 13 year old boy, yet they are setting themselves up for the ultimate rejection. I honestly think it might put some of them over the edge when they end up going home, cause really he can only keep one...<br /><br /><br />Two last observations because this is getting too long...<br />1. Dear fat girls, I know you think that the only reason that guys don't like you is because you're fat, but maybe you should check out your personalities, because no one wants to be with a blubbering, gossiping, negative, only talk about myself, and talk with my mouth full chick, regardless of her dress size...<br /><br />2. The only thing I think could possibly be better than theses shows separately would be combining them. Imagine Fat Dating in the Dark... If that can't dash whatever shred of self worth these girls had left, I don't know what could. Plus seriously how trashy of a show would that be?!melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-80250785948008557372009-05-11T00:39:00.002-05:002009-05-11T01:14:01.625-05:00Kids and Old People Have All the Luck!<span style="font-family:verdana;">I've always told my family that I can't wait to get old because people over sixty can pretty much get away with anything they want, but I realized the other day that little kids have it pretty great as well. Here is my explanation why both groups really have all the luck:</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">KIDS</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-it's acceptable to strip down to nothing but your underwear and run in your sprinklers in the front yard when it's hot outside</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-people think it's cute when you say ridiculous things</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-if you fall asleep somewhere someone will either cover you up or carry you to a bed</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-if you look dirty or unkempt it's a reflection on your parents, nobody blames you</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-if church is boring you just have to make enough noise, and someone will take you outside</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-daily nap time</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-fast food play places and summer camps</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-since no one wants to wait for you to walk from point A to point B, and your legs would get too tired anyway, you get pushed around in a stroller or cart</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-wearing a cape or a tutu to the grocery store will have all of the other kids jealous and the adults gushing over how cute you look</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-you feel great in a swim suit</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">SENIOR CITIZENS</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-if you strip down to next to nothing and water your front lawn, your neighbors will just assume you are slightly senile</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-you can say pretty much whatever you want, and people will excuse it because you are old and probably a little crazy</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-daily naps</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-you can live in exclusive communities that are not all that different from summer camp, where they have organized activities all the time like bingo and water aerobics</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-since no one wants to wait for you to walk from point A to point B, and your legs would get too tired anyway, you get to drive around one of those cool little scooters</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-if you are dirty or unkempt it's probably because either you're crazy or you're kids don't take good care of you... it's not your fault</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-you can go to the salon and get your hair styled once a week, and never touch it in between</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-if you go to the grocery store wearing something ridiculously sequined, a large decorated hat or anything with huge floral print all of the other old people will be jealous and the clerk will probably comment on how nice you look</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-you couldn't care less what you look like in a bathing suit</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess being old and being young actually have some striking resemblences, the unfair thing is, right now as a twenty five year old, I would love to do pretty much anything on either one of these lists. Unfortunately, for some reason, people just wouldn't find it socially acceptable. So I'll say it one more time, Kids and Old People have all the luck!!</span>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-39253203094327992552009-04-21T15:56:00.006-05:002009-04-21T16:24:20.975-05:00Bald is beautiful!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzRxW3NmHmYJCSKUw4xeR4P-o1M0JJwoSX01YEfg9Q7wrfoavs_-4p1eM9iQ7qTWgC0YpA5KO4eK1eY0k8o60DERzB4Q9aM25iVOIttxvdHQDrp9D2tOyFaLG7-BA2a-TEIla6l1eR7w/s1600-h/0910bald_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327251779654095970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzRxW3NmHmYJCSKUw4xeR4P-o1M0JJwoSX01YEfg9Q7wrfoavs_-4p1eM9iQ7qTWgC0YpA5KO4eK1eY0k8o60DERzB4Q9aM25iVOIttxvdHQDrp9D2tOyFaLG7-BA2a-TEIla6l1eR7w/s400/0910bald_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>I'm just going to come out and say it, I love bald men. I think bald heads are sexy. My last boyfriend was (well still is) bald, as well as my last two crushes before him. He was the first bald guy I actually dated, instead of just admiring from afar, and I have to say I'm hooked! I've been thinking about just why I'm into bald heads, and I've developed a quick list of reasons!</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>1. I am a hair stylist, and I don't want to deal with anymore hair when I get home. It's bad enough that I have to do my own hair everyday!</p><br /><p>2. Bald men don't have hair to hide behind, which means to be bald they need to have a nicely shaped head, as well as strong features to look good. A good looking bald man always has a good face</p><br /><p>3. They are more confident. I mean it's kind of a stressful thing for a guy to lose his hair, so the ones that just embrace it and shave what is on their head show they are confident enough to just go with it.</p><br /><p>4. It's like seeing a girl without her makeup. You know if you stay with a guy long enough they are more than likely going to lose the hair eventually. By choosing one that is already bald, it eliminates the element of surprise, you already know they look good, no surprise bumps or divots!</p><br /><p>5. Last but not least. Liking bald men doesn't really eliminate anyone. If I only liked men with a thick head of hair, I would be eliminated all of the hot bald guys, but anyone can be bald! All you need is a razor!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOKVw__i1Q4QW3gFzwpqXQRuG9sN1Z2fv5NMEM0qnd8wavN-3_6SANM9gA2-DMYwbAE_ql1StvDts5x2rywo8J40nl0JzjrkZnf-kJFDRO1lN9k5dcm3UieRzWgo1XAYe3Dt2NlEfQcw/s1600-h/ilovebaldmenxl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327258438748838434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOKVw__i1Q4QW3gFzwpqXQRuG9sN1Z2fv5NMEM0qnd8wavN-3_6SANM9gA2-DMYwbAE_ql1StvDts5x2rywo8J40nl0JzjrkZnf-kJFDRO1lN9k5dcm3UieRzWgo1XAYe3Dt2NlEfQcw/s200/ilovebaldmenxl.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>So here's to male pattern baldness, forget Rogaine, stop thinking about hair club for men. You look good just the way you are!</p><br /><p></p></div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-10781044947639019162009-03-01T13:14:00.003-06:002009-03-01T13:35:02.424-06:00Way too fast!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiOWzYwfvc3My3Ov1G6e0DmubRZu96Q0mnIEHHTD_I-CtMxce-PU_DAgC8RWnwmgdI7Ze_7SSHhDQtdFPMbWc7qKTIan8Rp8yCJ8mLA-dsLgEvrK7MOXsChBh6-xyGZ8dn1E3Fui4UNM/s1600-h/SchoolZone+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300152457870722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiOWzYwfvc3My3Ov1G6e0DmubRZu96Q0mnIEHHTD_I-CtMxce-PU_DAgC8RWnwmgdI7Ze_7SSHhDQtdFPMbWc7qKTIan8Rp8yCJ8mLA-dsLgEvrK7MOXsChBh6-xyGZ8dn1E3Fui4UNM/s400/SchoolZone+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Last Friday was a gorgeous day outside, so I decided to fore go my trip to the gym and take a ride on my bike. It's time to start training for Iron girl, and my bike was getting a little dusty in my garage! I was on about mile 10 of my ride, heading down twain, which is always my favorite part of this particular path because it's down hill. I put my bike in high gear and was cruising home, when suddenly I heard a police siren behind me. Just a short little siren, I looked around and thought to myself "hmmm, wonder who he's pulling over, there are no cars around". Just then he pulled up next to me and motioned for ME to pull over! I was thinking maybe he noticed something wrong with my bike, so I quickly obliged. And this is how the rest of the conversation went...<br /><strong>Me:</strong> Hi<br /><strong>Officer:</strong> Do you know how fast you were going?<br /><strong>Me</strong>:(somewhat proudly) I checked a second ago and I think I was up around 20mph!<br /><strong>Officer:</strong> This is a school zone, the speed limit is 15<br /><strong>Me:</strong> (trying to stifle a laugh) Seriously?<br /><strong>Officer:</strong> When you ride your bike on the road you are considered a moving vehicle and are expected to follow all traffic rules<br /><strong>Me:</strong> (still trying not to laugh) Well I hope you're not going to want my license and registration, because I'm afraid this thing isn't registered!<br /><strong>Officer:</strong> (with kind of a mean look) Ma'am this is serious. I could give you a violation, and a fine<br /><strong>Me:</strong> Oh, well, I'm sorry (trying to be humble, because I don't want a fine)<br /><strong>Officer:</strong> I'm going to let you off with a warning this time, but you need to pay better attention. If a little kid ran out in front of you, and you were going that fast, you wouldn't be able to stop fast enough, and not only would you probably injure the child, and be responsible for that, YOU would probably get the worst of the injuries... I'm just letting you know for your safety<br /><strong>Me:</strong> Um, well, thanks for looking out for my safety. I appreciate it, can I leave now? My heart rate is getting below my cardio level<br /><br />And PS, there was not a child in sight, not even on the playground. I think he just wanted to check me out in my little spandex shorts...melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-10024822165436784532009-02-02T13:25:00.002-06:002009-02-02T13:30:22.514-06:00Instant GratificationI am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definitely</span> a member of the instant gratification generation....<br />I've been reading a lot about the benefits of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">acaii</span>, and finally decided to order some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">vitamins</span>. I put the order in online, used my credit card to pay, and continued on with my day. About twenty minutes later I thought to myself, "I should go check the mail and see if my vitamins are here". Like they were going to magically appear in my mail box! Ridiculous!melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-58736244818609037642009-01-29T19:31:00.001-06:002009-01-29T19:33:41.026-06:00Chia Professor and Carpet<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60lACfUCd-Wg6EKtgrTuA5Wm6PGauFsLvM_zu70DrN0GfMhMfn6cgXYF_pa5Jmk3nRSaMqrDPZwIVCWjYiD_TfKqTOV03Cm2uey-nxhqF50Kut-JGoUnyG6qCDZGWfOm9bmSmUdCPrbk/s1600-h/new+pics+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296893792780765122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60lACfUCd-Wg6EKtgrTuA5Wm6PGauFsLvM_zu70DrN0GfMhMfn6cgXYF_pa5Jmk3nRSaMqrDPZwIVCWjYiD_TfKqTOV03Cm2uey-nxhqF50Kut-JGoUnyG6qCDZGWfOm9bmSmUdCPrbk/s400/new+pics+110.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chia Carpet grosses me out!<br /><br /></div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-67483563593750701042009-01-27T14:36:00.004-06:002009-01-29T02:00:49.452-06:00who knew?In the past couple of weeks I have learned a few new things, that I would like to share...<br /><br />1. <strong>Berries, fruits, vegetables, and granola are all very good for your body</strong>. I know, SHOCKER!!!<br />As I was checking out of the grocery store the other day the very helpful checker, Sonya was very impressed with my choice of groceries. She was amazed that although I had not seen the Oprah all about "how berries are real good for your body cause they have those oxi-anti things, and granola has lots of fibers that help with somethin, maybe cholesterol or somethin" (and yes that is a direct quote) I still chose to buy them.<br />2. <strong>The ShamWOW truly is amazing</strong><br /><strong></strong>For date night last week, Tif, Christy and I tested out the shamWOW. We have been very interested in the ShamWow for quite some time now, and I was given one last week as somewhat of a parting gift. (HA HA) So we decided that we needed to test it out and determine if the ShamWow really was the amazing absorber we had observed on the infomercial. AND IT IS! We actually made our own infomercial, which I will maybe upload at some point. We don't have the cool microphone that the guy on the infomercial has, so it's not quite complete. But moral of the story is that we sopped up an entire pie tin full of water, and it didn't even drip. We also poured cola, and <span style="color:#000000;">red crystal light</span> on white carpet and it soaked it right up, even got the underneath part dry just like the infomercial! The only thing it didn't come through on was drying a sweater, though I will say it did get it significantly drier. All in all, the shamWOW gets my vote of approval!<br />3. <strong>Chia seeds will grow anywhere</strong><br />Last weeks date night turned into somewhat of a science fair. I received a chia head, for Christmas, (from the same person who gave me the shamWOW) and hadn't yet planted it. Christy being the resident Chia expert (apparently she had a whole chia garden at one point in her life... AMAZING) helped Tif and I plant it on Tuesday. Well, we still had the piece of carpet left over from the shamWOW experiment, so we decided to plant the carpet with some chia seeds as well just to see what would happen. And let me be the first to warn you, if you are ever planting a chia head, DON'T<strong> </strong>DROP THE SEEDS! I now not only have a fully bloomed chia head on my counter, I also have a square of chia carpet... GROSS!<br /><br /><strong>In other news...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I have found the solution to my need to eat oatmeal. As you all know, I just can't get the stuff down. What I have never had a problem getting down, on the other hand, are COOKIES! And now Quaker has solved all of my problems, by creating their very own breakfast cookie! It is chock full of oatmeal, AND it has chocolate chips. You can put it in the microwave for a just out of the oven taste. I'm sure it's not quite the same as a bowl of oatmeal, but it's close and only two points on WW if you're counting. Cookies for breakfast... my mom would be so proud!melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-60574855290967818302009-01-07T23:34:00.002-06:002009-01-07T23:46:10.903-06:00FlashbackLast night <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tif</span> and I went to see Reel Big Fish. It was a total flashback from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">high school</span>. People were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">skanking</span> and the band looked exactly the same as the last time I saw them. Pretty sure they were even wearing the same outfits, only weird thing was, they looked about ten years older. But I'm sure that's wrong. Right? Also it was kind of strange that our group was the only five people wearing wrist bands in the entire House of Blues (read the only people over 21). I'm not sure how all of these under aged kids found out about them. I didn't even know Ska music was still popular. But I'm sure the Mandalay Bay was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disappointed</span> that the only people old enough to buy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alcohol</span> in the venue were Mormon, and keeping the word of wisdom. Sorry economy, we'll try to help out in other ways... maybe by buying their new album that comes out on the 20th. (I know I was shocked too)melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-18866338706868411602009-01-03T12:18:00.003-06:002009-01-03T12:30:46.221-06:00Losing big in Las Vegas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbc1duOKMsGuV4J8BG051J3AaDjnEQIn1OABbiCEHm1Wz4MmQ7cVYZRgb-ANO9n_apuw6tx_ZBYb3-uZJFL3Y7lvnBswhm49rxURhpjUwodgv-HeZl2xID2gNOtEMMQ6LKLegvCzOFlM/s1600-h/scales.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287135945683029938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbc1duOKMsGuV4J8BG051J3AaDjnEQIn1OABbiCEHm1Wz4MmQ7cVYZRgb-ANO9n_apuw6tx_ZBYb3-uZJFL3Y7lvnBswhm49rxURhpjUwodgv-HeZl2xID2gNOtEMMQ6LKLegvCzOFlM/s320/scales.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well it's the beginning of the year, and so time for the annual weight loss resolution. A couple of my friends and I decided to do a biggest loser competition. We weighed in this morning, and now it's time to get going for real! We are all putting in twenty dollars, and going to have a monthly weigh in. We're leaving it open to any one who wants to join. You just have to contact me to weigh in before the 24th of this month and give us 20 bucks! So if anyone is interested, call me or email me <a href="mailto:meliwilc@gmail.com">meliwilc@gmail.com</a>, tell your friends and come join us. We are ending on the 24th of April, and the winner, (biggest weight loser, by percentage) gets all the money! By I just want to warn you I fully intend on winning! (also the above picture is not mine... Just don't want you thinking those are my unpedicured feet, yuck!)</div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-87762037104722114872008-12-22T23:10:00.003-06:002008-12-22T23:16:42.618-06:00CSI addictionHave you ever noticed that at any time of the day you can find CSI on at least one chanel? I think I'm addicted, it's pretty much all I watch these days. I think it might be making me smarter. I feel as though I might be able to solve a murder mystery, so if anyone needs help, you know where to find me.melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-75241941307621915242008-12-11T00:20:00.023-06:002008-12-15T17:52:44.956-06:00Back By Popular DemandDue to the recent interest a few people have suddenly taken in my life, I am back to blogging. To save all of those less interested people time and eye fatigue, I will keep this brief, here are just a few highlights of the last 6 months...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">-I turned <strong>25</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKB3fC3bRM85XPLwkdAD3W8rM3eIVre2W2Q1N-MLt9ktKKUWmXAg-kh-eE9W1zcPvMDWOpggN1ndE7bmknz6IhulCQG4UeSoYWghxbxUmsgdMNUOUWVSTR9EGqJZiKv19ibS5H2EEeco/s1600-h/new+pics+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280165361201224402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKB3fC3bRM85XPLwkdAD3W8rM3eIVre2W2Q1N-MLt9ktKKUWmXAg-kh-eE9W1zcPvMDWOpggN1ndE7bmknz6IhulCQG4UeSoYWghxbxUmsgdMNUOUWVSTR9EGqJZiKv19ibS5H2EEeco/s320/new+pics+093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-I spent a week in DC with my family</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeC-8y0HldUJdm3_wr2xAzoESeE8CVFQ7AFt1RFAUPd8BTiD77xLsJDAAkouRWjAptIRgoxQyR2dezTpmWChZApMfSuBO4CkIWJulEESshyphenhyphenC0YccFL5SOljS8Z4am0L_2yd1uf6N-EG_0/s1600-h/new+pics+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280165825862399266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeC-8y0HldUJdm3_wr2xAzoESeE8CVFQ7AFt1RFAUPd8BTiD77xLsJDAAkouRWjAptIRgoxQyR2dezTpmWChZApMfSuBO4CkIWJulEESshyphenhyphenC0YccFL5SOljS8Z4am0L_2yd1uf6N-EG_0/s320/new+pics+102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>-I saw these guys twice<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqdVJnlvwteJvFs1jBIlw8I4XSJ7cDwxdNHLHtatJNgbG884eQgBfqMTIYeWNXPJZBJa4SmW_rbMCAJSBVXZO_QIiwgBiDpSYVCCGswVUmr92yVZOaQddUUu3jeF7nV19XM2MD0shIGA/s1600-h/new+pics+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280150392268962674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqdVJnlvwteJvFs1jBIlw8I4XSJ7cDwxdNHLHtatJNgbG884eQgBfqMTIYeWNXPJZBJa4SmW_rbMCAJSBVXZO_QIiwgBiDpSYVCCGswVUmr92yVZOaQddUUu3jeF7nV19XM2MD0shIGA/s200/new+pics+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrees6TmQe1phUkAx1zoKrVuCUr7GG0qL-Q3cTjrhnZbE7uEA7947-0TwEojCaawRVJp1aRYsgLVJTXm7L1qgohLge4882I-fR8RUzB4Oy1VXMa7EkpSlr5rfTTQ1SbbAs6-0oWOWDh0/s1600-h/new+pics+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280150821852984434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrees6TmQe1phUkAx1zoKrVuCUr7GG0qL-Q3cTjrhnZbE7uEA7947-0TwEojCaawRVJp1aRYsgLVJTXm7L1qgohLge4882I-fR8RUzB4Oy1VXMa7EkpSlr5rfTTQ1SbbAs6-0oWOWDh0/s200/new+pics+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMniFxd7GtdkxucT6xMa0wYy0ZBeenXqH2qZ7tx1iX8Z3nXa84oGRGV9tSHwRIFmJ8SGBh595XEnSNcwW5dZ8JmG_z7zONOnlSTwqriFU_bm_jcs9J_iBFlGrRMcpzNGfQ7PHxZywIf4/s1600-h/new+pics+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280161343282592242" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMniFxd7GtdkxucT6xMa0wYy0ZBeenXqH2qZ7tx1iX8Z3nXa84oGRGV9tSHwRIFmJ8SGBh595XEnSNcwW5dZ8JmG_z7zONOnlSTwqriFU_bm_jcs9J_iBFlGrRMcpzNGfQ7PHxZywIf4/s320/new+pics+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSkzdzfRqmEXH2D3gXsIAw3CurPtMgrNpkcJWsu92CnKFgH7-kKnTHzYuFdT2f-3n2b6aI4BzDMt0H4cCIi-gY9640_d7jVePNm3eCzmbYsgMd-bWwdBq93c00xMSfvggAh3lvgxCghQ/s1600-h/new+pics+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280148680971207602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSkzdzfRqmEXH2D3gXsIAw3CurPtMgrNpkcJWsu92CnKFgH7-kKnTHzYuFdT2f-3n2b6aI4BzDMt0H4cCIi-gY9640_d7jVePNm3eCzmbYsgMd-bWwdBq93c00xMSfvggAh3lvgxCghQ/s200/new+pics+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDgZdHg5hNOzQXs02R-C62qNMC-00_b0EFZmrW8_R-En7yCNoIalJrN2DmySoNaxYt0EMyAR0KABT9WoeG60rPP2dgVCbCoA89VnB0CsCYyy7wolYJylA8w5yEgS8pKwmdwlYSvue6TY/s1600-h/new+pics+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280149303052956338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDgZdHg5hNOzQXs02R-C62qNMC-00_b0EFZmrW8_R-En7yCNoIalJrN2DmySoNaxYt0EMyAR0KABT9WoeG60rPP2dgVCbCoA89VnB0CsCYyy7wolYJylA8w5yEgS8pKwmdwlYSvue6TY/s200/new+pics+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />yes, twice, once in Vegas, second time in Salt Lake<br />TOTALLY worth the15 year wait!!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-I signed up for this race<br /></span></strong><br /><div><a href="http://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/"></a><a href="http://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JnA26c6os0V_BzlOStEs2eiWFaMVBh5tu7EqhOTslLzr7Z_trT9_Rb9q5-uM-ZN5aujdp1QfyajSxpKuzcXFOiuuBAavfRSphZQVt_CH6NrrwTbiXRBXTdDMa6u5M6T-tVlLO3bOH3M/s1600-h/st+goerge.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418998719321346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JnA26c6os0V_BzlOStEs2eiWFaMVBh5tu7EqhOTslLzr7Z_trT9_Rb9q5-uM-ZN5aujdp1QfyajSxpKuzcXFOiuuBAavfRSphZQVt_CH6NrrwTbiXRBXTdDMa6u5M6T-tVlLO3bOH3M/s320/st+goerge.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>but didn't actually run it</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-I did some styling for a hard core roller derby chick</span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvy4m2aLO_gg6xFaBMxZwM9RumX0Tq9kczBoTs8xWOU6i_x_RjN6YiiaS_9UeR5FFa-QMGZ_1jn_1er6kXtX1p2Svd9SFVGcxGhiBh71ILdubYkSzSY9nXoTVpgcn9sNX-tmod4PT5d0/s1600-h/new+pics+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280146512060397602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvy4m2aLO_gg6xFaBMxZwM9RumX0Tq9kczBoTs8xWOU6i_x_RjN6YiiaS_9UeR5FFa-QMGZ_1jn_1er6kXtX1p2Svd9SFVGcxGhiBh71ILdubYkSzSY9nXoTVpgcn9sNX-tmod4PT5d0/s200/new+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhpiEy9wO3tTbSQdJfjap6zpnMI6-83r87W9HfbW1e89sLloGfZZjrRjQtsvWr-sG9sITpJFm5XaFpF8cWdNOhTpibDAik3YqsaRM0CWgsEn_QMk71F0hyd_r68QsyYt8jvVGArylzVA/s1600-h/new+pics+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280147554725728114" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhpiEy9wO3tTbSQdJfjap6zpnMI6-83r87W9HfbW1e89sLloGfZZjrRjQtsvWr-sG9sITpJFm5XaFpF8cWdNOhTpibDAik3YqsaRM0CWgsEn_QMk71F0hyd_r68QsyYt8jvVGArylzVA/s200/new+pics+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-I dressed up like this for Halloween</span></strong></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSYFpp4o3fcMoOzbwIL1EHbgSjNQ305UyXFM04_EM7kudrij-GimLCsJ823ArVrUEIww5c4sQovrmFw1rSKrtZMFjfqjIdIao709kCbwSJlh1hUyuCwh7w7OEMOrp5J9BrA33I1ZmOPU/s1600-h/new+pics+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280159695909297682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSYFpp4o3fcMoOzbwIL1EHbgSjNQ305UyXFM04_EM7kudrij-GimLCsJ823ArVrUEIww5c4sQovrmFw1rSKrtZMFjfqjIdIao709kCbwSJlh1hUyuCwh7w7OEMOrp5J9BrA33I1ZmOPU/s320/new+pics+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />that's right I worked a whole day in that get up,<br />too bad the shoes don't show!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-I played in fake snow with my sisters<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingfAp3TeEdN23cN-JsyQRkFBXn7-0OJAVCGU4si3InknDoYzqVH10hTya7ztRjYH5B9IjhPQG5PckBfy2Vo5yyF8jkTDOpF5SmUhBvGsw_yoPN5nAo58VE9Lrk4bZZeZFocTUOQVpYsM/s1600-h/new+pics+081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152645375615506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingfAp3TeEdN23cN-JsyQRkFBXn7-0OJAVCGU4si3InknDoYzqVH10hTya7ztRjYH5B9IjhPQG5PckBfy2Vo5yyF8jkTDOpF5SmUhBvGsw_yoPN5nAo58VE9Lrk4bZZeZFocTUOQVpYsM/s320/new+pics+081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-I celebrated a 6 month anniversary with this guy.<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEJ30d4rRtV7i-6z3_zeRKkUJw2sNN_tOngcUA4QczEp1T9O8KDdyZ99WfEVFVSeb70aXdeS8la_xoCKpsJXA-4U_ffpuSaMbZiDDYcnX_sLbN4ahtVguh_pTEthEMgDLptucCrPNBqc/s1600-h/new+pics+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280146082707861906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEJ30d4rRtV7i-6z3_zeRKkUJw2sNN_tOngcUA4QczEp1T9O8KDdyZ99WfEVFVSeb70aXdeS8la_xoCKpsJXA-4U_ffpuSaMbZiDDYcnX_sLbN4ahtVguh_pTEthEMgDLptucCrPNBqc/s320/new+pics+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yep six blissful months.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-And got into a committed relationship with these two lovely ladies</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoWWRaO6Ksfprpwjkhf4RNAnKdsLsFofZGYSt3xx4VQUfcTIZpCJ_RUo7N1s4NGNyvEpPiFsUYYISCgNRsTJoeh7l0Gmuh3xbMRJznES1BbhubQ8sBdEYYu9SAgW_VJihXQVZs8vfefc/s1600-h/new+pics+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160234752919810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoWWRaO6Ksfprpwjkhf4RNAnKdsLsFofZGYSt3xx4VQUfcTIZpCJ_RUo7N1s4NGNyvEpPiFsUYYISCgNRsTJoeh7l0Gmuh3xbMRJznES1BbhubQ8sBdEYYu9SAgW_VJihXQVZs8vfefc/s320/new+pics+058.jpg" border="0" /></a>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-91710997975206561442008-06-24T11:59:00.002-05:002008-11-13T03:47:58.612-06:00We Made It!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44wLs2qux4-_N4rBM142PB8rKpzDBnb46YSUUa4Mvk_7ZuXbDL6vRsG1Xp0X0Tvzp5qBPbHthQpIjrnTq43TpFh_XdeGrPPnLIveq0zFohg2IjaR2pEucQ0f_tFGAAeE17Em7XhyDQIE/s1600-h/wbr+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215494297961475186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44wLs2qux4-_N4rBM142PB8rKpzDBnb46YSUUa4Mvk_7ZuXbDL6vRsG1Xp0X0Tvzp5qBPbHthQpIjrnTq43TpFh_XdeGrPPnLIveq0zFohg2IjaR2pEucQ0f_tFGAAeE17Em7XhyDQIE/s320/wbr+046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I went this weekend and ran the Ragnar Wasatch back relay with this awesome group of people. We had a blast, it was definitely challenging, but I have to say we rocked it! We ran from Logan to Park City in 30 hours, 53 minutes and 46 seconds. Which was nothing compared to the BYU team that finished in 17 hours averaging a 5:15 min/mile, but we were still 6 or 7 hours ahead of other teams. This race was seriously a blast. Being stuck in a car with 4 sweaty boys for 30 hours, sleeping, eating and just existing in the van was quite the experience. And there were some definite lows and highs. Our car broke down, and we almost missed dropping Jason off at his exchange because we were flagging down a car to give us a jump start. We also lost Josh for a bit when he took a 2 1/2 mile detour in the wrong direction. Maria got stung by four bees, and it was so hot they measured the heat coming off the pavement at 128 degrees. But everyone showed so much heart and we finished! <br />Even though I was seriously trying to think of a way to get out of the race, and really didn't want to go, I'm so glad I ended up doing it, and am definitely in for next year! Now I just have to get training for the next race... St. George Marathon here I come!melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-73706814521768539732008-06-16T15:09:00.002-05:002008-06-16T15:13:26.195-05:00Wasatch BackSometimes I do dumb things. Like signing up to run a 178 mile relay. I want to be a runner, but I don't know that I actually am a runner. I started out training and eating right. Running hills and everything. And then life got crazy. Somehow adding just one more person to your life seems to throw everything off track. I had this amazing schedule that I was keeping, and now it's all late nights and eating like crap, waking up too late to go to the gym, it's ridiculous. And I'm going to pay dearly for it. Somehow the four months I had to train for this run turned into four days, so hopefully I don't die, because really I'm liking what is going on in my life right now.melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-75546378429582629112008-06-03T16:17:00.003-05:002008-06-03T16:34:51.379-05:00I hate oatmealAnyone that knows me remotely well, knows that I am a texture freak. I can't eat anything with strange textures. Specifically the slightly gooey/chunky texture. You know what I mean where it kind of feels like it's already been slightly chewed. For example tapioca pudding, or cottage cheese. Or for anyone that has ever tried Polenta, you know what I'm talking about. Well about a month ago I decided that even though I have spent my whole life avoiding oatmeal, I was going to start eating it. I figured that the benefits of oatmeal outweighed, the whole nasty texture thing. So I bought my first box of instant oatmeal, quaker oatmeal, cinnammon roll flavored. Sounds tasty, right? Well it's not the taste that makes me hate it, I don't know what to do with it when it is in my mouth... I made my first bowl and I didn't know if i should chew or just swallow, or what. I tried chewing, it made me gag, and so I just kind of let it sit in my mouth. Then I started just swallowing it, but that didn't seem right either, so I gave up after about half the bowl. The next day I consulted a few oatmeal eaters on the proper way to eat the stuff, I got a few suggestions like to not cook it as long as the package says, and to add raisins or something chewy so you have to chew. Melissa even ate a bowl to evaluate her method and came up with a squish/chew conclusion. Gross. So this last Saturday I tried yet again to eat oatmeal, I tried adding things, I tried squishing, I tried everything I had been told, but still the gag reflex was stronger. I can't do it. I reported to my parents the sad fact that I would never be an oatmeal eater, and my mom started cracking up. She couldn't believe I was so upset about not liking it. I explained to her all of the benefits of oatmeal. It helps with cholesterol, it is low in fat, filling, may reduce the risk of heart disease, etc. And she told me that it was a lost cause, even as a baby when they would try to add oatmeal to my bottles, it would make me gag. So there you go, I guess it's just in my genes, I'm not destined to be an oatmeal eater.melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-55967977322605710682008-05-19T19:06:00.004-05:002008-05-19T19:19:41.605-05:00family Prayer<a href="http://www.e-footdoc.com/images/runner_large.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.e-footdoc.com/images/runner_large.jpg" border="0" /></a>You can learn a lot about a family by listening to their family prayers, this is usually where I learn of anyone in my family who is sick or afflicted. Since for some reason I'm usually the last one to find anything out... But who knew I could find out so much about myself. The other day during family prayer, my little sister was praying and as is tradition in my family, she was going through the whole family and asking for blessings for each member, she started with Jessica, that she would choose good friends, and do well in school, then to herself, asking for help with school, and graduation. Next came Aaron, he got all of the usual missionary requests, then she asked for help for Tyrel, to learn his new job, and be safe in DC, and then came the truly informative part. When she came to me, she asked that I would, and I quote, "not chase the boys away". Hmmm didn't know I had that affect on the opposite sex.melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-19385252690127448462008-05-18T23:22:00.003-05:002008-05-19T19:19:10.077-05:00what filter?So I don't know if it's just because I haven't been feeling great lately, or if my whole outlook on life has changed, but I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">realized</span> lately that I have no filter. I say exactly what is on my mind regardless of if it is politically correct or socially acceptable. I have ceased caring. Today I said something somewhat inappropriate during Relief Society, and Melissa said to me, that 's exactly what I was thinking. So now I guess I'm that person that says what everyone else is thinking, only that everyone else has the decency to keep those thoughts to themselves. I'm that person?! When did this happen?melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064467504989573503.post-61761686606515889492008-05-16T20:02:00.004-05:002008-11-13T03:47:59.020-06:00here it goes...<div>I think I might be the last one on the planet to start a blog, but, I guess it's my time. Mostly my life revolves around my family, friends and my job... So a little about those three. My family is hilarious! And a little bit out of control at times. I have two little brothers, who are true partners in crime. As of right now they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">separated</span>, because Aaron is serving a mission in Portugal, so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tyrel</span> is always looking for a good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wing man</span>, in case anyone is interested! And then I have two beautiful little sisters. And I know, I'm prejudice, but they really are gorgeous. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kami</span> is heading away to college in a few months up to cedar city, and I'm pretty sure Jessica is going to go into withdrawals. Plus she will be the last child left at home, and while she loves attention, I think she might get sick of my parents having so much attention to give! And on to them. My dad is amazing. He is a perfect mixture of Michael Scott with his random outbursts and sweet dance skills, and the cool humor and practical jokes of Jim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Halpert</span>. My mom is my inspiration. She gets cooler the older she gets, or maybe I just appreciate her more the older I get.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201149099722053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVY0b-xXFcG99rz7tglCC9xcGf6dbNi-GtKtaoJHzsvKba5YPOp7y8eqB5OPCadi1mAw1JXov4P-XsDOJcMDiisPajaDBoqRjMR26Y258hMAn4hfUrist4gRc1wjZqzCKK93GFpVXP8u4/s320/07'+pics+125.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>My friends are the best. I'm not one who has really close friends easily. Growing up I always had a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">acquaintance</span>/friends, and maybe one really good friend. Right now I find my life filling with some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">truly</span> amazing women. I have to give a shout out to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">roomie</span> Becky, who I absolutely love living with, my cousin Melissa, that keeps my life entertaining, and my oldest, or longest term friend Lindsay Jacobson, without whom I really don't know what I would do! Also to all of the ladies who are part of an amazing "book club" that I will possibly explain someday. And although the Conrad Chronicles has ended, I'm sure we will find a new series to keep us entertained! We might have to start reading actual books! </div><div></div><div>And last but not least my awesome job! I am a cosmetologist if you want the official title. I work at a fun salon called limelight, and have the best clients on earth! I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Redken</span> color specialist, but will do anything when it comes to hair. I love weddings with their makeup and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">updos</span>, and will probably post quite a few of them here. The best part of my job is making people feel good about themselves. I am also a student of interior design, but have decided that design is more of a hobby, while hair is my passion. I seriously love my job. I like everyone else have days where I don't want to work, but I never have days that I don't want to do my job, if that makes any sense at all... </div><div></div><div>So there you go... me in a nutshell. </div>melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490475343738240noreply@blogger.com0