tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196613959536120522008-08-18T23:01:24.223-05:00Melissa's CornerMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-89436334427605797992008-07-30T22:21:00.002-05:002008-07-30T22:23:25.388-05:00Is anyone out there?<div align="center">Just wanted you all to know that life has been a bit crazy but I am still here. I have been reading everyones but have been lazy about updating mine. I shall return with something good by monday. Hope everyone is well!!</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-77171644413800815442008-06-03T17:45:00.004-05:002008-06-03T17:53:54.813-05:00First Communion Photos<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I was not going to share these pictures because I did not want a certain person who could not be bothered to attend to see them but I figure my mom and family deserve to. Just proving that I will always be the bigger person. The high road is a nice place to be:) BTW the date is for 2008 still have not reset the date stamp.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgAu1viI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZaK6lW5GXWI/s1600-h/communionconcert+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791195424931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgAu1viI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZaK6lW5GXWI/s320/communionconcert+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKggu1vjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tVgVhSfIol0/s1600-h/communionconcert+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791204014865970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKggu1vjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tVgVhSfIol0/s320/communionconcert+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgwu1vkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VXYPJZlsvIs/s1600-h/communionconcert+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791208309833282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgwu1vkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VXYPJZlsvIs/s320/communionconcert+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhAu1vlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ImPuZV21Me0/s1600-h/communionconcert+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791212604800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhAu1vlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ImPuZV21Me0/s320/communionconcert+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhgu1vmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JxmJ3VuBSnA/s1600-h/communionconcert+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791221194735202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhgu1vmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JxmJ3VuBSnA/s320/communionconcert+017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-54356450417718618902008-05-31T15:58:00.002-05:002008-05-31T16:02:12.192-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh Pee up a tree I forgot my camera at home. I am working and I have all the kids with me here. Brent is out enjoying the beautiful weather we are finally having. He is dirt biking with his cousin and I am stuck inside. BOO HOO that is the breaks of being managment. YUCK what did I sign up for? Just kidding I love my job just a bit bummed that it is sat day and I am working.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Have an awesome day and enjoy your weekend.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love,</div><div align="center">Mel</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-25620152014313716932008-05-29T14:43:00.002-05:002008-05-29T14:45:43.376-05:00<div align="center">I am alive and kicking. I have been working the fingers to the bone each and everyday. I will post the pictures on sat of the house I am on for a 18 hour shift then. I will have plenty of time then. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love and miss you all:)</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-44385699584905324502008-05-13T21:49:00.002-05:002008-05-13T22:01:21.906-05:00I am back after a short break. I do have some news I got a promotion at work and am now a manager. I am a little apprehensive due to the last manager in this building only made it 4 days before the employees ran her out. They are a tough bunch but they all know me and I hope respect me. I am a little nervous because I think I am going to get lynched now that I have to cut 2 day people out and run a 2 man shift but we will see. I am putting the schedule out on friday so if you do not hear from me then you know the new schedule went over badly and I am wearing concrete shoes in a lake somewhere.<br /><br />In other news I have a confession to make. My mother in law has found my blog and I am feeling a little weird that she reads it. Sorry Brenda but it is weird cause this is a pretty blunt and to the point place. I feel a little guarded about writting some stuff. How many of you have relatives read your stuff??? I gave my info to my SIL to try and get to know her a little better and she has a blog also but that is it outside of my momma and good friends. It is not that I am going to trash anyone or write something that I could not say in person it just feels weird. Tell me what you think.<br /><br />We are completely moved now and the unpacking is almost done. I will add some pictures when I finally download the 1st communion pictures and the spring concert pictures. My memory is full and the cord is MIA.<br /><br /><br />Thats it for now I will make a better effort to blog I promise.<br />MelissaMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4172492673959923262008-05-04T22:58:00.001-05:002008-05-05T20:57:43.304-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">We are moved!! Sorry about the no guest bloggers I was busy and did not think to check the email so sorry to those who wanted to blog for me.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It has been an interesting move I swear hubby and I are hiring out the next time due to the good possibility one of us may not survive another move. He was a grump ass the entire time and whined about all the shit we have. I will post pictures of this he has 2 garage stalls full of stuff and I have one. I may have won the closet space but he has way more shit. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am going to blog some more later I am so tired right now it is not funny.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love,</div><div align="center">Me</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-42878189778339073982008-04-28T15:35:00.003-05:002008-04-28T15:40:06.161-05:00<div align="center">I am handing the reins over as of wens to a guest blogger and I am scared you may all be a little shocked by this person but I think you will find him funny. If you don't well there is something wrong with you.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I have emailed the hot BlueBella to do a little something friday, </div><div align="center">now I need next weeks guests.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hello who wants to do some blog whoreing?</div><div align="center">If you are interested email me at...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:mentelebags@yahoo.com">mentelebags@yahoo.com</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love,</div><div align="center">Melissa the Mighty Moving Momma</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-24785512312586595802008-04-23T19:20:00.003-05:002008-04-23T19:27:23.074-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Hey kids remember me? Yeah I have been MIA for the past 2 weeks I know that sucks big wank but hey life got in the way. I anticipate being even busier the next few weeks with moving. Never fear remember when I asked my best blog friends to do some guest blogging for me? Well the 2 weeks are here so stay tuned you never know what may pop up around here.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">In the mean time here is some humor.....</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192601694007581122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SA_Tuqdp2cI/AAAAAAAAAmE/YGs086v8KqE/s320/truelove_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192601702597515730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SA_TvKdp2dI/AAAAAAAAAmM/r7JO448gSn0/s320/epic-boobs.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-87487198575772731462008-04-13T18:35:00.002-05:002008-04-13T18:58:59.248-05:00Hello<span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">We went to the appointment with the Cardiologist on Monday as scheduled. The final results are Brent has Cardiomyopathy which is a big word for Heart Failure. It is not at a state where it is serious or life threatening but it is still there. He will have to take Lisinopril and Coreg daily for the next few years and be monitored monthly for awhile. We are both a little scared and unsure of the future but well the Dr said not to worry so we are going to do what he says. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">The medications are used for 2 different purposes the Lisinopril dialates the blood vessels and the Coreg makes the heart beat slower and regulates blood pressure mixed together they are supposed to allow his heart to heal and beat stronger. The totally fucked thing is that all of this was caused by a virus....yes you did read that right a virus. We are not sure of what one but it does seem weird that he came down with Influenza B and has been sick for the past 8 days with a fever over 103 at times. I am not sure if that could have caused it but is a possibility.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">He was on bed rest this past week and did pretty good except for Thursday when I worked he snuck out of the house and went to work. I guess the manager of Casey's a few blocks from our house told him he was crazy and she was telling on him. I know he regretted it because friday we ended up napping all day and then just watched TV for date night and slept. We are so exciting. I did let him go to work at the casino today and he was missing me and called a hundred times. He works at a casino on Sundays to help a friend who owns it out otherwise she would have to work 7 days a week. It is easy so I figured he could go. He goes back to his regular job monday. We will see how he does.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">We are in the countdown for moving now we were going to start Tuesday but I think we are going to wait and move on the 1st of May. The kids will then only have 10 days of school at the new school and I switch to nights on the 15th for the entire summer I will go back to days in August when the kids go back. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">I do not look forward to nights but it saves me 300 a week in daycare. If I worked days I would be paying another person 1200 to spend time with the kids and that sucks. I was thinking of doing daycare that was fun but I have found that not many parents want to spend money on making sure their kids are safe all the calls I have gotten have been regarding $$$ and if I would go any cheaper. I figure if the parents are only worried about the money then they can go to the ghetto and find some mom who is cheap and does not give a shit about the kids. I will be taking mine to the water slides and the pools all summer plus making good money still.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">The kids are doing good and excited about moving, I am overwhelmed by all the shit that needs to be done prior to us moving but oh well my lovely house awaits. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Sorry this post is like a bad holiday newsletter I hate the newsy posts some do but here I am guilty of doing also oh fucking well......</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Melissa</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-43249991145888538132008-04-12T17:48:00.001-05:002008-04-12T17:50:15.742-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">We are still alive, it has been a hectic week. Brent is not a great patient and listening to the Dr has been a challenge. It did not help that he came down with Influenza B last week also. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I will give a post Sunday with details. </span></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-29350418063898428792008-04-04T15:47:00.002-05:002008-04-04T15:51:12.523-05:00Taking a short break back Monday<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">So love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">If you get a chance, take it. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">If it changes your life, let it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Nobody said that it'd be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. </span></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-18835241398581605262008-04-02T20:34:00.003-05:002008-04-02T20:47:41.777-05:00update.....<span style="font-family:georgia;">After 7 1/2 hours at the <a href="http://www.southdakotaheart.com/index.aspx?CORE_ElementID=HHSD_AboutUs_TheHospital">Heart Hospital </a>a million tests and a consult with <a href="http://www.southdakotaheart.com/index.aspx?CORE_ElementID=HHSD_Physician_doc&HHSD_Physician_doc.CID=HHSD_JerryMoench">THIS </a>guy we have some answers but no good ones.</span><br /><br />My hubby has Pericarditis, Fluid around the heart & a cardiac ejection of 45%. Which means that he came home on a portable heart monitor (Holter?) and 2 different meds plus another appointment Monday morning at the heart hospital.<br /><br />I am freaked out and scared to death so is he. He is worried and stressed because we found out today that our new health insurance does not kick in until the 1st of May not April 1 like we originally thought. Sucks to be us.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-67469650116709907422008-04-01T22:38:00.002-05:002008-04-01T22:54:29.160-05:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Sometimes in life no news is not good news. I have had two of the most terrifying experiences of my life happen in the past 4 days. I am heading for a breakdown I can feel it.</span><br /><br />Sat night was date night for Brent and I, we rented movies and made dinner. Layed on the couch and relaxed from 6pm til about 10:30pm. Brent went to the bedroom and layed down about 10 min laters he says to me in a real funny voice "Melissa I am having chest pains" I go in the bedroom and he is white as a sheet and sweating. I asked him to sit up and when he does he passes out. I get him up and get him on the couch and call 911.<br /><br />The ambulance arrives and by this time he is so anxious and freaked out he refuses to go in the ambulance cause he wants me to take him in. The nearest hospital is 20 min away and I am scared to death he will arrest on me in the car but he does not waver even after the EMT's strongly encourage he go by ambulance. I then get him in the car and we are about a mile away from home when he starts gasping for air and starts to pass out, I wiped a shitty and drove him back to the ambulance bay. He is then taken to the heart hospital given a full work out and sent home with strict instructions to report back to the Heart Hospital at 8am monday morning for more tests.<br /><br />Monday morning comes and he skips the appointment, I make a appointment for Tuesday morning for him he skips the appointment.<br /><br />Today, Tuesday 3 hours after he was supposed to go to the doctor I get a call at work that he has collapsed. I leave and meet the crew bringing him in with the same symptoms as Sat night....another full work up and a CAT with contrast is done. Nothing no firm results so now we are headed to the Heart Hospital at 8am for the tests he needed to have monday.<br /><br />I am scared to death that he is going to die or have something terribly wrong with him. He is only 36 how does this shit happen to a guy like him? Active, Healthy, Perfect weight & no family history......I am baffled and scared to death.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-15000798642365521232008-03-28T15:30:00.002-05:002008-03-28T15:50:49.962-05:00Explanation.<span style="font-family:georgia;">Let's chat about how shitty my day was yesterday. I am going to do a little soul baring if you cannot take it please come back another day.</span><br /><br />I am one of those women that is pretty strong and always there for my family and friends the one huge weakness I have is my husband. He has the ability to make me go fucking crazy in 3.2 seconds. My biggest fear is him messing around on me. This summer we almost ended up getting a divorce and during the 6 months of us flirting with the idea of not being together there were a few things that happened that neither of us are proud about.<br /><br />Fast forward to now we are in the rebuilding stage and bridges are partially rebuilt (think popsicle sticks here) I look at his phone Wensday night and find a number for a girl that he told me he wanted to date this summer. I instantly get upset sick to my stomach and pissed but I play it off because I should not have looked at his phone. But me being me there was no FUCKING way I was not going to say anything to him.<br /><br />I held it in and acted sorta normal yesterday before he went to work but obviously not enough cause he left and about half hour later he called to see what was up because he knew I was upset and I straight up told him either he figures out why the fuck he felt he needed the number (just put in his phone monday) or we are done I am not playing the fence sitting game with him. Just not gonna do it. I also told him I was hurt and pissed that he had so little faith in our marriage that he needed to have a back up. He swears he had never called her but I am not so sure I believe him. He gets really jealous about stuff it makes me wonder if I am getting the whole truth.<br /><br />I love the dumb fucker so it makes it hard for me to just kick his ass out and deal with his shit in my own time. We also just went and closed on our new house today at noon so I am double confused and double pissed. I asked him if being with me is what he wants and he swears I am his world and he would never hurt me but I do not know. I am super pissed that he has made me so insecure that I have to dig through his cell phone because I do not trust him further than I can see him.<br /><br />I am a fucking paranoid mess and I have no one to blame but myself.<br /><br /><br />Thanks for the support girls and Tammy I have added you to my IM.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-44992951947256322132008-03-27T13:28:00.003-05:002008-03-28T15:51:35.265-05:00devastated<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voZRGyZEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/x0ZYcaSJIRc/s1600-h/hc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182491317006132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voZRGyZEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/x0ZYcaSJIRc/s320/hc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Some times you just don't understand why you should even bother today is one of those days.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVx7PYbuCjs&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVx7PYbuCjs&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182491308416197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voYxGyZDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eiTK--KpZ98/s320/prod_659_17866.jpg" border="0" />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-37662027435142029342008-03-25T16:24:00.003-05:002008-03-28T15:53:07.583-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am pooped it had been a weekend that is fo sure. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Lovely little scam my husband and his father pulled on me Easter Sun. I was fully aware that we would be spending Easter with my sexy hubby's dad because of the divorce. No problemo what I was not fully aware of was that I would be cooking the entire meal at his dads house.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The kids and I arrived at 1 to hang out and put toghether the last minute food stuff for dinner at 6 not a big deal what was a big deal was sexy hubby's dad bought 2 Farmland Hams and they were sitting in the fridge still in the packages. OH NO FUCKING WAY....I thought to myself. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I poked through the cupboards and decided a trip to the store was needed so I packed up a kid and off we went. First thing after pulling out of the driveway I called hubby and chewed his ass for their dirty trickery. Second I went and bought a real ham ya know the picnic ones with the bone in.....not the pressed ham product Papa Bear had bought.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then I went back and put together a fabulous dinner Ham, red garlic mashed potaotes, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, buns and a black and white bundt cake. Can you say I am fucking fabulous? I can.....</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-50495768073723168482008-03-23T09:54:00.000-05:002008-03-23T09:55:46.362-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Happy Easter!!</span></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-29171827129301260352008-03-21T13:20:00.003-05:002008-03-28T15:52:44.137-05:00A little funny for the day.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">I am off to the Dr and out for a meeting at work, I am leaving you with some funnies for the day. Thank you to all my bloggy buddies that have volunteered for duty while I move if anyone else is interested let me know. I am excited to see what you all have to bring to the table for posts. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P81hGyY-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/eMuoBLUQh-k/s1600-h/tramp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180261992756306914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P81hGyY-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/eMuoBLUQh-k/s320/tramp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82RGyY_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JpKluyymrD4/s1600-h/easterslipper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262005641208818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82RGyY_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JpKluyymrD4/s320/easterslipper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZHPoIt4kCJg/s1600-h/losingafriend-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262009936176130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZHPoIt4kCJg/s320/losingafriend-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_KOs0S_-TyM/s1600-h/%2521cid_003501c776d7%25240f59ad50%25246fc92fcf%2540pap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262009936176146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_KOs0S_-TyM/s320/%2521cid_003501c776d7%25240f59ad50%25246fc92fcf%2540pap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82xGyZCI/AAAAAAAAAls/BNO_WG09ePQ/s1600-h/easterbunnies.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262014231143458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82xGyZCI/AAAAAAAAAls/BNO_WG09ePQ/s320/easterbunnies.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Easter</span> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Humor</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5654727871183698892008-03-19T18:45:00.005-05:002008-03-28T15:52:24.615-05:00Help a girl out here???<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ok kids I am in need of some assistance....LOL</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I have been busy as hell lately and am going to be busier while we get ready to move so I have an idea. I want to invite some of you to be guest bloggers here at Melissa's corner!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sounds exciting huh? I need help and you can do some shameless whoring of your own site sounds like a perfect trade. Almost like blog prostitution...and we all know we all are fans of prostitution:) </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So Southern in the Rockies, Bluebella, Slick, Busy Dad, Chelle, Tammy.....anyone?? You interested?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Jana I know you are busy with Lovey but if you have time you are sure invited:)</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-11113915629871524692008-03-17T16:23:00.007-05:002008-03-28T15:52:02.406-05:00It is one of those days<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">All weekend long I looked forward to having today off. I was gonna sleep in and have the hubby take the kids to school and daycare while I enjoyed being a kept woman for one day. I woke up at 7:30 and woke Lil up to shower and took a peek at my cell to check the time and saw I had 2 missed calls from work. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I was gonna ignore them and go back to bed but something inside my head said I better check and see what they wanted so I listened to the messages and relised I did not have the day off and I was over an hour late for work. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I then looked out the window and saw that Mother Nature dumped 8 inches of pretty powder last night. Oh for Fucks sake..,...It is Monday....I HATE mondays.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So instead of me sleeping in I quick jumped in the shower with Lil and got ready, fed the kids breakfast, drove them all to school and daycare then commuted 30 miles to work on shit ass roads while hubby laid in bed like a kept man.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It is Monday and it sucks!! My next day off is Sunday then back to work on Monday til the next Sunday. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It is Monday and I am thinking it sucks huge donkey dick but I did get a 50 cent raise even though I was 2 1/2 hours late for work:0</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1443292564758645432008-03-16T20:56:00.003-05:002008-03-23T09:56:42.467-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">My husband is a dirty bastard tonight. Our children have pushed every button of annoyance I have and I am ready to blow a gasket. He however is sitting at his dads 4 blocks away from our new house drinking beer and bullshitting. I have packed a ton of shit this weekend cause you know I work a shit ton the next few weeks and he spent sat out at the shop hanging out with his buddies drinking beer. Are you seeing the pattern here? </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I should be out with my oldest friend drinking vino and celebrating her birthday but nope I am here with the devils spawn. Not fair!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But I guess after children mommas lose the fun parts of life and miss friends birthdays. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I call Bullshit on that.</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-13219997389536659192008-03-15T16:42:00.004-05:002008-03-23T09:58:19.512-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am still here just have been really busy with work, kids and numerous other mundane life shit. I also have to kick my 9 y/o off my laptop to blog and she is all over it like flies on shit. Pretty bad when your kid steals your toys:)</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I do have some news. I know most of my readers know we had a major house fire last May and we have been trying to get our house back to normal but it is just not happening and we have used 70,000 of insurance money and all of our savings to try and fix things but it is just not working out. We finally made the choice to sell our home back to the bank and let them deal with the rest of the bull shit. So that means we are moving the 2nd weekend in April. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">After much discussion and looking at houses we have decided to buy a new house and I mean a NEW house. The contractors were just finishing up the outside masonary work when we looked at it the first time a month ago. We were a little leary about moving back to the city but it is time to do it. Gas prices are a fucking killer and I commute each day almost 60 miles in a Explorer so you know I get bent over and poked with out the lube each time at the pump. But that is a whole other post...FUCK YOU oil prices.....</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I will be leaving our quiet little town of 4000 and moving back to a place that has fast food and entertainment on every corner I cannot fucking wait. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This is the new house the pictures are from the real estate listing not the best but you get the idea. I love it soooooooooooooo much.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178091480688585906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxFjrbLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6ZU7bm4ltac/s320/HOUSE1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178091484983553218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxVjrbMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/a7lPUhb76So/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178091484983553234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxVjrbNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/W-X1G7xroXE/s320/house3.jpg" border="0" />It has a 3 stall garage that is already insulated and sheetrocked the basement is finished with a huge family room with slate tile fireplace. It also has 3 bedrooms and 2 bath plus a lovely mudhole for a yard. I shall be debt till I am 100 for buying this house.....sorry kids there goes your college funds.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-10013691444523133682008-03-04T16:28:00.006-06:002008-03-04T16:51:23.235-06:00<div align="center">Well it has been a week that is for sure. Thank you all for checking in and for the prayers it means alot.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I am going to get up on my soap box for a minute here and tell all my female readers that your health is something that is very important most of us are mommas, wives, sisters & daughters we tend to put ourselves last.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">You need to know that can be a very dangerous thing. My friend Toni who passed away was diagnosed and died from cancer all within 15 days. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Can you imagine that 15 days....there were some warning signs like the serious weight loss and you all know that after 25 losing weight is like chiseling concrete off your ass that fat just wants to hang out and spend its golden years with your butt cheeks. Toni lost almost a 100 lbs in a year doing NOTHING....ladies it may sound like a miracle but it is not. She also complained of no appetite and abdominal pain all something we experience but if it lasts longer than a week or so go see your doctor.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Toni's pathology reports came back on monday during the palliative care conference and the results were unbelieveable. The specemins were sent to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN and came back she had 3 different kinds of cancer. 3 KINDS!!! 2 different types of Ovarian and Pancreatic Cancer. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">God Speed Sexy Mama I will miss you</div><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174021895699146898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R83RgEE9qJI/AAAAAAAAAks/Nz3xJ8e8tmA/s320/web_toni.jpg" border="0" /> *You see the chin tilt that was her thing doesn't she look proud? </p><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I guess God had big plans for her and was hedging his bets. I do not know what else to think </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-71395964776136128202008-03-03T08:03:00.002-06:002008-03-28T15:53:31.400-05:00<div align="center">I promise that I will post soon maybe even today after the funeral. Thank you all for the prayers and well wishes.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Love,</div><div align="center">Melissa</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-53064653362984726102008-02-27T17:14:00.003-06:002008-03-28T15:53:56.395-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Thank You all for the prayers the support is greatly appreciated.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Toni was removed from the ventilator at 10:40am Tuesday and continued to breath on her own all tubes and IV's were removed. She continued to breath and rest at times she even snored. At 4pm I spoke with her daughter and at around 4:15 Toni very quickly passed from this world into the next. Her death was dignified and she did not suffer. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Melissa</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945noreply@blogger.com