<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109</id><updated>2011-08-03T21:43:16.454-07:00</updated><category term='san diego'/><category term='honey'/><category term='travel'/><category term='me'/><category term='running'/><category term='balls'/><category term='outside'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='Beginning of blogs'/><title type='text'>E.Vader's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-4336972956327719397</id><published>2009-11-07T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:50:52.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog address</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://e-vader.blogspot.com/"&gt;find me here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll even post.  does this count as a post?  i can't believe i haven't posted since june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badASS blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGq16_QKqnQ/SvZT0DvkSbI/AAAAAAAAGAU/B8QMyOncf48/s1600-h/badddaaaaasssss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGq16_QKqnQ/SvZT0DvkSbI/AAAAAAAAGAU/B8QMyOncf48/s320/badddaaaaasssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-4336972956327719397?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/4336972956327719397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=4336972956327719397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/4336972956327719397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/4336972956327719397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/11/find-me-here-maybe-ill-even-post.html' title='new blog address'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGq16_QKqnQ/SvZT0DvkSbI/AAAAAAAAGAU/B8QMyOncf48/s72-c/badddaaaaasssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-505978081948906944</id><published>2009-06-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:10:46.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRTY-thay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here I am ... litterally THIRTY.  I'm really looking forward to it.  One of my unbirthday goals is to do this ... blogging ....among other things ... more often.  To talk more often about what I'm doing and where I'm going.  For realz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sushi today.  At one of the best Sushi For Me places.  The spicy kind.  With my Saki and beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the actual party.  It was fantastic.  So many people that I love. (we love) were here.  The family.  Our family that we've made.  Some of them were missing, but I know were here in thoughts and love.  To share.  To celebrate.  To relax.  To DRINK!  Maybe I did most of the drinking...but I figure it's my party and I'll drink if I want tooo!  Drink if I want toooo!!  (I even work up with that in my head on Friday 2am before work on Friday which was a whole day before my party).  But I didn't make a comPLETE drunken a$$ out of myself.  Unless you live and breathe with me all day every day...in which case ... THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thannk you for the party. Thank you for getting them all together like you do every year.  Next year we will do it together.  And it will be the best.  Because what other kind of birthdays are there after thirty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all down hill from here right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope not.  I'm not thinking so ... it's all about ME from here on out.  Me and You and Home and Family and LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be RAD!  ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-505978081948906944?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/505978081948906944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=505978081948906944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/505978081948906944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/505978081948906944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/06/irty-thay.html' title='IRTY-thay'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-3548036417486102679</id><published>2009-05-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:09:13.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is MYYYYY Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've been having problems remembering who is on my island lately. You know the Island? The one where you get to be stranded with your five favorite star? Anyhow ... I blame my getting old as my reason why I can not remember who all my five are. Not to mention that most of the time I think of my island is when I've been drinking and talking about what hot stars I plan on marrying when I grow up. This past Friday my friend E and I were out. At a bar. On a Friday night. We of course got on the subject of my island and all my hot stars. Now...I've been working on my island for MONTHS. I finally got it populated. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Texted&lt;/span&gt; the masses. Stoked at how awesome my island is. At this moment at the bar, I realized that I FORGOT one of my Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tall Lattes&lt;/span&gt;!! Which is insane because we (I mean me) talk about it at least once whenever she and I get together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It finally came back to me at 430am on Saturday. I don't know HOW I managed to forget him in the first place! He was the first person ON my island. I came to the conclusion that I have to get this down before I forget again! Best spot is here. So here it is. In no particular order. My island. Where we don't make enough coconut fabric for shirts. And any of these guys can be first in line to have my babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Jason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Statham&lt;/span&gt; - He is completely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HHHHOTTT&lt;/span&gt;. And the accent? Only a plus. His movies and acting are not Oscar caliber, but he tends to take his shirt off at some point during each movie. Have I mentioned that he's H O T??!!?? Check out Transporter, Transporter 3, Crank, Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deathrace&lt;/span&gt;. Do not complain to me about losing any hours of your time. If you have to rewind the DVD and pause it to give these hours meaning again....do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://dietweightlossguide.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/jason-statham-mh-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 408px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.roughgroove.com/images/2006_02_JasonStatham_MensHealthCover_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SgeIt1vURmI/AAAAAAAAADY/gaSnaxetS-I/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't expect much as far as acting chops .... seriously. But he takes his shirt off a lot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Vin Diesel - One of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; hot guys I've been crushing on for YEARS! I think I wanted to marry him before I met Jason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Statham&lt;/span&gt;. That time at that bar? Didn't I tell you?? Some of my favorites include: Fast and Furious. The Fast and The Furious. XXX. He does actually have some acting chops. A Man Apart was really good. He's more than just a pretty face. I still enjoy him with his shirt off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519495095594258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguStkVYLRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/23DFXOc2jKg/s400/Vin_Deisel_Shirt_Off_and_Hott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguTkLjt5BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GkQbjFSSyqg/s1600-h/Vin-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520433337656338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguTkLjt5BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GkQbjFSSyqg/s400/Vin-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Ryan Reynolds - He is the hottest smart ass I've never met. I loved him in Van Wilder. I loved him in Blade 3 more where he spends plenty of time flexing his smart-ass muscles. And the rest of his muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebosh.com/upload/2007/04/09/ryan_reynolds_97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 511px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thebosh.com/upload/2007/04/09/ryan_reynolds_97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguUiAdE0OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sAUXWCc_dbM/s1600-h/ryan_reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335521495508898018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguUiAdE0OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sAUXWCc_dbM/s400/ryan_reynolds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Hugh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jackman&lt;/span&gt; - All I can say about him right now is Wolverine. Go see it. He's in some other stuff too, but I seriously can't think of one. (shorty latte's sister here. see &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SgtyvRsiKjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3jxuu4mxZGs/s1600-h/x-men-origins-wolverine06%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484340080093746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SgtyvRsiKjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3jxuu4mxZGs/s320/x-men-origins-wolverine06%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.splendicity.com/sheknowsbest/files/2008/10/hugh-jackman-14oct08-nc-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 632px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.splendicity.com/sheknowsbest/files/2008/10/hugh-jackman-14oct08-nc-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Nathan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fillion&lt;/span&gt; - Who you may ask? There was this show called "Firefly" that was awesome. It was sadly cancelled after its first season. They did do a movie and that was great too. This guy is a very charming, handsome, smart ass. He's back on TV in this show "Castle". If you aren't watching it ... please do. I'd seriously CRY if it was cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguWFvg-tfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iG-J-l_59zc/s1600-h/Nathanheadpeekingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335523208948790770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguWFvg-tfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iG-J-l_59zc/s400/Nathanheadpeekingout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguXjnHHp5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/B84tzZTWGsE/s1600-h/NF38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335524821600544658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguXjnHHp5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/B84tzZTWGsE/s400/NF38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguX_g70Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wqdqcAMmRpE/s1600-h/Mal_Inara_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335525300978860930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguX_g70Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wqdqcAMmRpE/s400/Mal_Inara_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is the only one I found an actual ass shot of. It was in one of the episodes of Firefly. He got robbed of all his clothes and had to wander around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nekked&lt;/span&gt; for the entire hour. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UGrQGektU0/SbXXycr7GRI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUAamG88iUk/s320/Naked-Mal-nathan-fillion-260836_269_596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UGrQGektU0/SbXXycr7GRI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUAamG88iUk/s320/Naked-Mal-nathan-fillion-260836_269_596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you ever get a drunk text from me asking "Who was number FIVE?!!?" ... you can calmly refer me to this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-3548036417486102679?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/3548036417486102679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=3548036417486102679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/3548036417486102679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/3548036417486102679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-myyyyy-island.html' title='This is MYYYYY Island'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SguStkVYLRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/23DFXOc2jKg/s72-c/Vin_Deisel_Shirt_Off_and_Hott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-2874672391751923886</id><published>2009-05-04T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:31:29.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for keeping me employed.  But seriously ... how long do you expect me to keep this up?  Not only am I doing my full time job ... I'm coordinating all you yahoos schedules, making sure that we are on God and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; approved vendor list, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coordinating&lt;/span&gt; the jobs we currently have to make sure we have them covered, tracking budgets, getting change orders, collecting money, paying people, billing people, playing Guido and threatening to break knee caps if we don't get our money, train the new accounting department what they are supposed to be doing, find new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to bid, coordinate all the bids that people want us to give them, follow up on the bids we have submitted, track all the jobs you yahoos have followed up on, help setup the building blocks for new business opportunities.  Just to name a few.  Now, I don't discount all the work you are doing.  And I know I can hack it.  I know you say it's not forever.  And I know that if we make it through all this that we'll be in great shape, but I'm just slightly concerned over the mental shape I'll be in.  I'm only asking because I'm curious.  This is also a heads up I may have a slight meltdown.  Which will be followed by a day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drunkenness&lt;/span&gt;, a day of hangover, and a day of just sleep to get back to normal.  Or just spend a lot of time at the gym.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-2874672391751923886?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/2874672391751923886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=2874672391751923886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2874672391751923886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2874672391751923886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-jesus.html' title='Sweet Jesus'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-4834289305268426462</id><published>2009-05-03T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:31:52.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so excited and dedicated to my marathon training and the big day on May 31st.  I've decided to take a year to train for the marathon instead of the 6 month program I was on.  I won't be running this years Rock n' Roll Marathon.  I have been dealing with some issues including shin splints and Plantar Fasciitis Piriformis which both make running a very painful experience.  I've taken a few weeks off from my training and am finally able to walk around with out really any pain.  I attempted a 'jog' a couple weeks ago and made it about 5 minutes before I realized that if I keep it up, I'll hurt myself again.  I think I just pushed too hard too fast.  So, instead of making any of these injuries permanent or have them turn into something worse, I'm going to keep training but at a slower pace.  Maybe I'll do a marathon later this year or even just plan on next years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting back towards day one this next week and do about 2 - 3 weeks per one week on the schedule.  I'll keep you all posted on how things go!  Thank you all so much for the support and encouragement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-4834289305268426462?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/4834289305268426462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=4834289305268426462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/4834289305268426462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/4834289305268426462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/05/marathon-training.html' title='Marathon Training'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-8442696766902933307</id><published>2009-05-03T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:47:05.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner of Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is probably a great way to start my month of sweet blogs. Last nights dinner consisted of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/Sf4eNcgIBlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/J2bpYqAlmCo/s1600-h/dinner+of+champions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331732225191315026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/Sf4eNcgIBlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/J2bpYqAlmCo/s320/dinner+of+champions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vodka and soda with lime and chocolate covered gummi bears and almonds. I'm not big on the sweets, but the lady times make me crave it. I have my Haagen Daaz Vanilla Swiss Almond for dinner tonight. Then ultra healthy next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-8442696766902933307?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/8442696766902933307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=8442696766902933307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8442696766902933307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8442696766902933307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-of-champions.html' title='Dinner of Champions'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/Sf4eNcgIBlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/J2bpYqAlmCo/s72-c/dinner+of+champions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-8834327823106612699</id><published>2009-02-28T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:02:26.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 miles ... whaaaaa??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was our two hour run. I got up at 530 so I could go pickup the Derby Doll and head down to Coronado. I couldn't make up any excuses today about it being rainy. Today is freaking GORGEOUS! I had to pickup the Derby Doll so I couldn't leave her hanging. I dragged my butt out of bed, and I am so glad that I did. I was kind of freaked out about running for two hours. But really ... it was only 15 more minutes than we did last Saturday and without the hills. We did 9.5 miles last weekend, I was curious to see how far we'd make it this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two hours. Eleven miles. Non-stop. Except for water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whaaaaa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe it. I say this every week that I can't believe I ran that far. And its true. Each week is my personal best. I remember freaking out when we did five miles. And my 15k? 6.2 miles? Hmmph! That's nothing! But it is. Really. Freaking. Amazing. My running buddy Shell pointed out we're now only two miles away from a HALF MARATHON! Half way there!!! I have to print out and actually look at my March training schedule now since tomorrow is March. I've been avoiding it. I haven't wanted to scare myself. But ... made it through February and I'm not dead yet! Currently icing my shins to keep my shin splints from getting tooo crazy, but not dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SammATMpliI/AAAAAAAAADA/iFcbxp7-A4s/s1600-h/P2280004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307956159916381730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SammATMpliI/AAAAAAAAADA/iFcbxp7-A4s/s320/P2280004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The icing is helping lots though. I don't waddle around like an old man too much anymore. Except if I have too many of my bloody marys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/Saml1t8rveI/AAAAAAAAAC4/40UwoiL6NG8/s1600-h/P2280008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307955978118610402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/Saml1t8rveI/AAAAAAAAAC4/40UwoiL6NG8/s320/P2280008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's one of my perks. The light at the end of my crazy early morning runs. And my home made breakfast burrito. And the nap I'm going to take shortly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-8834327823106612699?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/8834327823106612699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=8834327823106612699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8834327823106612699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8834327823106612699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/02/11-miles-whaaaaa.html' title='11 miles ... whaaaaa??'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SammATMpliI/AAAAAAAAADA/iFcbxp7-A4s/s72-c/P2280004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-2013335105868159676</id><published>2009-02-25T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:49:32.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should shut up and be thankful I have a J O B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, mid-January, the owner of my company and he EVP calls me and my coworker into his office (which is weird because he's like 90 and usually just works from home). Closes the door and says have a seat. I'm totally freaking out because I'm thinking someones in trouble or someones getting fired. But then I guess they'd have done it one on one. Long story short, instead of laying anyone off, we're going to do 'work share'. Work share is everyone gets their hours cut (ours is 8 hours per week) and collects unemployment from the state for one day per week. I kind of freaked out a little and almost cried because we're going to be on unemployment. And I'll be making less per month. What about my cat? How can I afford to buy him his juicy fancy feast if I'm not working one day per week? How will I be able to sign up for cool races? How will I get cool running clothes? HOW AM I GOING TO AFFORD MY BOOOZE?? Which is moslty what I freaked out about. I'll have to suck it up and deal I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I decided to look at the bright side. Every week I get a three day weekend. Because I get every Friday off! Not only do I get Friday off work, I get Friday off from my workouts! I started thinking that I'll sleep in. Hang out with my girlfriend E since she has Friday's off. Go see movies. Wander around all willy nilly. TAKE NAPS! This was the Friday before I went to meet three lovely whores in Las Vegas. I had things to do. Pack, get oil changed, take a nap, sleep in. It didn't work out. My first Friday I'm not supposed to work, my boss wanted to have a working lunch. "Let's meet and talk business. One o'clock." My phone started ringing at 8am. Work. I end up getting up because I've got all kinds of stuff to BEFORE I have lunch at 1pm with my boss. Which in my ideal world I would be taking my NAP at 1pm. I run my errands, come home to start laundry around 12180. Boss man's going to call me when he's ready to go. My bed looks delicous, but I've got to stay motivated. Laundry, pack. Read some books. Get renters insurance straightened out. 1238. Bed looks fantastic. Beer in the fridge is cold. BUT NO! Stay focused. Organize my drawers. 1256. Phone rings. Boss man. "Mel, I gotta meet with you on Monday. Gotta go meet someone important. Talk to you later." I was able to get my nap in but I didn't start until 4 and it made me stay up way too late. Ran crazy miles, drove to Vegas to meet the whores, and had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS week, I was totally looking forward to my Friday off. I ended up goiong into the office.  Still getting paid unemployment, but working. Which now ruins my THURSDAY night. No wine bar. No free apps, free wine, followed by new wine bar within walking distance of E's house.  But at least I kind of brown nosed without really getting down and dirty.  AND I still actually slept in because I didn't need to be there until 10am which was awesome.  And I was only there for a couple hours.  OK ... I'll stay positive about the whole situation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it bad that I'm complaining that I have to work? I mean...I still have a job which in this economy and construction industry, is pretty freaking cool. I should just suck it up and deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-2013335105868159676?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/2013335105868159676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=2013335105868159676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2013335105868159676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2013335105868159676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-shut-up-and-be-thankful-i-have.html' title='I should shut up and be thankful I have a J O B'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-2053992773636514807</id><published>2009-02-20T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:21:01.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready for my close up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because people are dying to know ... and YoB knows how to ask the questions, here's my interview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.) if money was no object, where would you imagine yourself in five years? all aspects of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think of money as no object. Its funny that today I was talking with one of the boys at work about it. "What would I do with $2million" which really isn't no object, but still gets ones brain going. I guess I'd do some traveling. Home and abroad. I would buy a house. If money is no object, I would buy my sister a house. I would go back to school since I wouldn't be working. I'd setup funds for my nephews and any other additions that may come up for them to go to school and not have to worry about money. I'd probably do something generous. Like adopt a bunch of cats and hamsters. Or give to charities. Ooo ... I would have BALLS that raised money for charities. Because aren't you supposed to have BALLS when you're rich? Heh heh heh ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.) if someone were the type of person who didn't like to meet new people, what would you suggest to them? how do you think they should meet new people, have new experiences, evolve as a person and an individual?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on this one myself. It's so easy to play it safe. To stick with what you know. I'm not the type of person that's good at meeting people. Or maybe I just don't think I am. I guess I can only suggest to keep open. To new experiences and new people. (I'm currently contemplating internet dating sites to meet new people. Because who wants to meet all drunk in a bar??) I am totally shy. I've gotten a little better with talking to people in a social setting thanks to my marathon training and strength torture ... I mean training class. I guess I'd just have to say just go out and do it. Its not thaaaat bad. I tend to do better one on one. And if you can meet one new person and get out and do something, thats awesome. Keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) if you could have one skill/talent, what would it be? what would you do with this skill/talent? would you share it with the world? keep it for yourself? use your powers for good or evil?&lt;br /&gt;Oooo. Super power. Hmmm ... that's a tough one. I used to want to fly. I love the mutants in all the movies and TV shows. Could I fly and be super strong? Like SuperSmallz instead of SuperGirl THAT could be cool. But maybe I'd use my powers for evil. I'll be an evil genius SuperSmallz! They seem to have so much fun trying to take over the world. Even more fun than the Pinky and the Brain trying to take over the world. Maybe like Darth Vader Powers!! Yes ... I want to have crazy awesome Jedi powers. Do they count as super powers? As a jedi master ... I say they are super pwers. And counts.&lt;br /&gt;4.) once the marathon is over, will you still run? do you consider yourself a "runner" or will you be finished after the marathon? would you run trails or around the neighborhood? or are you a die hard gym rat?&lt;br /&gt;I will definately still run. I haven't really considered myself a runner, but I guess that I kind of am. I really do enjoy it. I love the zone. Because there totally is a zone. And it feels awesome to be there. I'd love to run the trails around our house. San Diego is totally awesome. We have the beach, mountains, and everything in between for good runs. I usually go to the gym because since I've started running, it's gotten dark all kinds of early. I started running in September. It was hot and I'm kind of a wuss. I liked the gym because it was cool. And I know how fast I'm going on the treadmill. The days are totally getting longer which is awesome. I'll have to get over the not liking to run in the heat because I'll be running twenty six point two miles when its warm. Almost June. I've now got my super shoes so I have no excuse not to go running around in the outside world (how do I know how far I've gone? whats my pace? how many extra calories do I get to drink ... I mean did I just burn? These and my me-pod will do it all!! I'll keep you posted on how it works tomorrow when I go for my hour and 45 minute run. Yes ... I'll be up at 530 am, on the road by 6 to be running by 7. OMG ... I should be in bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-LnK-Vx5I/AAAAAAAAACY/Dvb7M2Ppi3c/s1600-h/P2200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305112391142721426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-LnK-Vx5I/AAAAAAAAACY/Dvb7M2Ppi3c/s320/P2200002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-L8ZoDtuI/AAAAAAAAACg/aiXiioAc-sU/s1600-h/P2200004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-L8ZoDtuI/AAAAAAAAACg/aiXiioAc-sU/s1600-h/P2200004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305112755853047522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-L8ZoDtuI/AAAAAAAAACg/aiXiioAc-sU/s320/P2200004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jealous?? Kitty is ... he's trying to STEAL them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-L8ZoDtuI/AAAAAAAAACg/aiXiioAc-sU/s1600-h/P2200004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-OfuXs-dI/AAAAAAAAACo/c8KtoiQZcHI/s1600-h/P2200006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305115561740270034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-OfuXs-dI/AAAAAAAAACo/c8KtoiQZcHI/s320/P2200006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) if you could "pick up and go" for one month right now, where would you go? what would you pack? would you take anyone with you? what would you want to see? "RIGHT NOW" as I think about this I'd say I want to go to Hawaii. I have been so stressed at work and busy with working out all the time. I think the pace of Hawaii would be perfect. I'd be on the beach most days relaxing and getting a tan. I miss my tan. I would attempt surging some more. I don't think I would run too much while I was there. Or I'd have to go early in the morning. yes ... I would run while in Hawaii. I would like to run on the beach. Oooo ... running on the beach in Hawaii would be awesome. Watching the surf while running ... and the surfers getting in and out of the water. Yes, that's where I'd like to go 'right now'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-2053992773636514807?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/2053992773636514807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=2053992773636514807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2053992773636514807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2053992773636514807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-ready-for-my-close-up.html' title='I&apos;m ready for my close up!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SZ-LnK-Vx5I/AAAAAAAAACY/Dvb7M2Ppi3c/s72-c/P2200002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-3646003800392734137</id><published>2009-02-11T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:35:16.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 miles??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished my first ever 10k two weekends ago.  I'm clearly a little behind on the blogging along with other things.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, I finished in 1 hr / 15 minutes.  Ran most of the way too!  That was 6.2 miles.  Only 20 more to go!  I freak out a little when I think about the fact that I'll be running T W E N T Y  S I X  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MIIIIIIIIILES&lt;/span&gt; in a little more than three months.  But when I think back, I would never have thought that I would have run 3.1 with obstacles in October, but I did.  I never thought I would run more than an hour in a row, but I did.  6 miles!  It felt amazing.  I credit all the training.  Here's my schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday - run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday - track group run usually with lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sit ups&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; or just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; runs pushing ourselves.  The people are totally awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday - strength training (should be a run, but we do some running) - this one I love a lot.  The first class I did, it took me 3 days to walk normal.  We did goofy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt;, the people were super cool, and we laughed.  Not to mention that I couldn't walk for 3 days.  Must be good because clearly I am not working the muscles right.  So now, every Wednesday, I go in for torture ... I mean a workout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday - run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday - REST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday - early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; runs - we're currently up to an hour and a half this Saturday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Runs&lt;/span&gt; start around 7am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; San Diego so I'm up earlier on Saturdays than I am for work during the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday - active recovery which is pretty much do something besides run.  Chances are I skip this ... but feel bad about it at least.  But, I get in my 5 days of running and that's really all that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday our group run was to run a total of 1 hr 15 minutes.  I skipped the actual group run  because it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; early.  I wanted to sleep in for one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; which I haven't done since January.  I didn't feel like running in the rain .... again.  Plus we were supposed to go to trapeze school in Escondido at noon.  I figured I'd sleep til 10, trapeze and then go to the gym.  What a not happily scheduled Saturday.  I woke up at 8am on Saturday.  It was sunny and happy that early in the morning.  Got my butt up, dressed, and of course ... THEN it starts raining.  With hail. Trapeze dude in Escondido said it wasn't raining there.  What a crock!!  Needless to say, that was cancelled and by the time we finished brunch ... which was a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; fiasco ... I was ready to just head home.  I napped, opened netflixes and decided I was clearly not going to go for  run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long story long ... I went on Sunday and it was awesome.  I did 6.75 miles in my 1 hr 15 minutes.  Felt great too!  I'm getting better!  Yesterday's track run was pretty much 3.5 miles with either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sit ups&lt;/span&gt;, or jumping jacks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; laps.  That was nice and easy. (whaaaaa?? that just came out of my keyboard???).  I'm sure this Saturday I'll get in at least 7 miles. Only 19 more to go!!!  holy crap....19 miles??  twenty.  six.  miles??  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;twentysixpointtwo&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is why I only look at one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; at a time on my schedule.  I start to freak out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tonight's&lt;/span&gt; workout was another good one.  I can barely move my arms.  My abs are freaking killing me.  My legs are jello.  Blue jello to be precise.  And I love it.  We do all kinds of stuff with the medicine balls, bands, and just plain gravity.  Tonight we did crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pull ups&lt;/span&gt;, ab stuff, running.  I'm going to sleep like a rock.  And waddle around like an old man tomorrow.  : )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-3646003800392734137?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/3646003800392734137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=3646003800392734137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/3646003800392734137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/3646003800392734137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-miles.html' title='7 miles??'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-4531042049240574478</id><published>2009-02-06T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:04:07.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire or canibal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister is my best friend in the whole world.  I love her to death ... now.  But when we were younger ... we had our moments.  One that &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; stands out is this.  I was all of of 4 or 5 and I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; remember this dream I had.  Or at least the craziest part about it.  In my dream I remember that she made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; mad!  I think it had something to do with the fact I wanted to be in on the game she and all of my cousins were playing.  I'm not the youngest of the seven of us, but for some reason, I've always been the baby.  There were times they would laugh at me and I would just cry.  Like the time we were at our after church horseback riding.  I was in the slow lane.  The bigger kids and Ki were in the other lanes.  I told them "If my horse stops to poop, don't laugh."  Of course it did.  And of course they did.  And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;criiiiied&lt;/span&gt;.  Cried like a baby!!  I was a big crier.  They used to call me the typewriter.  Because my lower lip would look like a piece of paper that was coming up out of a typewriter.  I was good at it.  It worked for me.  I'd usually get my way when there were adults around.  Maybe that's why in my dream she didn't let me play the stupid game.  Anyhow ... I remember I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; mad at her, that I bit her.  Bit her chin off.  Well, almost off.  It was just hanging there.  I remember telling her about it.  I don't remember exactly if it was then or years later when we were older.  But I still hang onto the fact that I didn't bite her chin &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the way off.  So that must mean that I still kind of liked her.  Still do too.  : )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-4531042049240574478?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/4531042049240574478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=4531042049240574478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/4531042049240574478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/4531042049240574478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/02/vampire-or-canibal.html' title='Vampire or canibal??'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-8187327728820327173</id><published>2009-01-14T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:38:53.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog bowl volume 1 - what motivates you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In life I guess what motivates me most is proving the crazies wrong.  No ... I have not become a homeless druggie with 8 kids.  I have not personally brought down the church.  I have not been proved to be the anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm a pretty well rounded ... working on the rounding ... almost thirty (ouch!!) year old girl that's been told once or twice I'm kinda cool ... working on the cool.  I take pride in my work most days.  I'm still learning and working on myself.  Which is fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Rock n' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rolla&lt;/span&gt; Marathon ... twenty some odd miles.  I still can't say how many miles are really in a marathon.  I'm glad I got talked into ... which really didn't even take any talking.  I like that I have something that I'm working towards.  Something that keeps me going to the gym or doing active things.  Which is really a lot better than just working and coming home to my cat and bottle of wine.  Not that I don't still do that ... cat is still crazy and I'm cutting back on the wine.  (I'm seriously trying!!)  But one motivation is to be out there and meeting people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In general ... I just want to grow up and be a happy person.  I'm still thinking about what it is I really want.  And what it is that makes you a 'grown up'.  And what in life makes me happy.  So, that's the main motivation.  Just work on me.  I think that everything else just kind of falls into place.  At least that's what I'm going on.  Because every time I've ever just stopped worrying ... good things just happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-8187327728820327173?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/8187327728820327173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=8187327728820327173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8187327728820327173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8187327728820327173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-bowl-volume-1-what-motivates-you.html' title='blog bowl volume 1 - what motivates you?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-8389240512668845240</id><published>2009-01-06T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:02:21.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell-less crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing I'm looking foward to this year is coming out of my shell...hopefully at least a little bit.  I'm naturally a very quiet and shy person.  Part the June 30 / Cancer.  Partly the last almost 30 years.  (Which is a whole nother story I'm not really all that into getting into right now.)  I do plan on working on my social skills.  I hope that I make some new friends.  I think I've forgotten how to make friends.  Or its been so long since I've wanted to be out there in the real world that I don't know how to do it anymore.  Do I say ... "Hi, my name is Melissa.  Will you be my friend?"  Probably won't be saying it exactly like that, but something similar I'm' sure.  ; )  I want to have a couple of  adventures which I'm totally on track for.  Marathon?  Check.  Trapeeze school for a day?  CHECK!    I think that this running training program and my upcoming class will help me out a little in the world of being more social and comfortable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I totally already love my program.  The coaches are awesome.  Very encouraging you to meet your neighbor, introduce yourself to the person next to you you haven't met ... because for the next 21 weeks we're going to be going through some sheit.  I've always wanted to be a little more outgoing.  I think that it would help me out at work too.  I'm getting more into the marketing/sales side of things.  Which isn't something that I would have picked, but I am determined to make it work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I'll get good at it and can start talking to a boy.  But that would just be a plus.  Not a goal at all.  This is the year of me : )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-8389240512668845240?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/8389240512668845240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=8389240512668845240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8389240512668845240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/8389240512668845240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/01/shell-less-crabs.html' title='Shell-less crabs'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-2634085248418930583</id><published>2009-01-05T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:25:08.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 ... on track to be best year ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while. Lots has happened. Lots has changed. I'd say that it's all been good though. I am really looking forward to the upcoming year. I was called out about the lack of blog. I did deserve to be called out. I've had my blog bowl for a month but haven't used it. But I totally will. : ) I haven't really done any 'resolutions', but there's plenty going on that kind of makes me have to make some changes. All good changes though. This will be my quick intro back into my blog. Last year was kind of a blur with everything that happened. Everything happens for a reason though. So ... moving on!! Here's a couple things that I'm looking forward to this year. And why its going to be one of the best years ever. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I started training for a marathon. Yes the twenty some odd mile one. We had our first training session on Saturday morning at 7. In the rain. But it was good. Running 5 days a week. Stay tuned on this. There's going to be plenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I'm going to be 30. Most days I'm ok with that and I'm acutally kind of excited. And then I realize that its &lt;em&gt;THIRTY. &lt;/em&gt;oy ... I'll have to think about that one some more later though. OMG ... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;t h i r t y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I'm actually going to take a class this semester. Construction plan reading. Which will be great for work and maybe I'll like the whole classroom thing again and go back for a class a semester. Next one I think I want to do my English 101. Last classes I did was math which I love, but I think I'd rather excersie my creative mind. Spend enough time with the other B ... I need to get that part of my brain working again. It's been too long. Thankfully I have my little bowl of blog fodder. I think you'll enjoy some of those topics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. This is going to be the year of ME. So many things to say here. I'll save it though. Since I'm a total baby and need to go to bed. I do have an early morning tomorrow so I don't feel like such a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-2634085248418930583?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/2634085248418930583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=2634085248418930583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2634085248418930583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2634085248418930583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-on-track-to-be-best-year-ever.html' title='2009 ... on track to be best year ever'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-9200672598412008327</id><published>2008-03-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:09:53.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most random bedtime song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will usually wake up with random songs in my head.  Over and over and over.  Sometimes they're good songs.  Sometimes they are songs that I hate or only know one line that repeats.  I was going to sleep last night and I had the Oscar Mayer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bologna&lt;/span&gt; song stuck in my head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Myyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bologna&lt;/span&gt; has a first name.  It's O S C A R.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bologna&lt;/span&gt; has a second name it's M A Y E R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah.  Almost as bad as Henry the VIII.  Hopefully one of those are now stuck in your head.  = )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-9200672598412008327?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/9200672598412008327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=9200672598412008327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/9200672598412008327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/9200672598412008327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-random-bedtime-song.html' title='The most random bedtime song'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-945418856563952375</id><published>2008-03-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:48:56.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>A whole week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you miss me. You're going through withdrawl. You know you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-945418856563952375?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/945418856563952375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=945418856563952375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/945418856563952375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/945418856563952375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/03/whole-week.html' title='A whole week?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-6350350206144144497</id><published>2008-03-24T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:45:26.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time personal chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems the only time I cook is when D is out of town.  Only problem is that when I do cook, I have a hard time thinking of what to make for one person.  Turkey sandwich?  OK.  I can do that for one.  Chicken kabob?  I can do that too!  Other than that, my culinary imagination doesn't go too much further.  When I get tired of my turkey stirfry and spaghetti noodles with soy sauce, I've got to call in some help.  Luckily Yo is always ... or almost always ... willing to come over and help me out.  I decided I wanted to do some chicken pot pies tonight.  I asked her what she thought of that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think many things about chicken pot pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly that I love them&lt;br /&gt;In their cute little bowls&lt;br /&gt;Sitting pretty with a cap of pure biscuit goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot pies, pot pies&lt;br /&gt;You bring me such joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot pies, pot pies&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be so coy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll take that as a yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-6350350206144144497?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/6350350206144144497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=6350350206144144497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/6350350206144144497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/6350350206144144497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-time-personal-chef.html' title='Part-time personal chef'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-3531987993248295561</id><published>2008-03-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:56:13.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>No, we're not twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But we do share half a brain.  It is evident on the days we show at functions wearing the exact same old navy shirt in a different color.  The day we met at the gym wearing the exact same D imported shirt and a pair of black sweats.  I titled a blog almost the exact same way she did without having seen hers.  Tell her to stop slouching because I'm slouching and it hurts.  Then I find out that she was slouching.  That is just what I've noticed in the past 24 hours.  this list could go on and on and on.  It's funny and only slightly embarrassing upon occasion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-3531987993248295561?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/3531987993248295561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=3531987993248295561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/3531987993248295561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/3531987993248295561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-were-not-twins.html' title='No, we&apos;re not twins'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-783761006050534415</id><published>2008-03-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:56:51.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Ruuuuuuunnnn Forrrest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought I would ever say that I like running ... but I do. I've been doing the elliptical for a while now, but the other day down at my little apartment gym one wasn't available. I told myself...self, you've been doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elliptical &lt;/span&gt;at over 7mph for a solid half hour. You can totally run on a treadmill. My only fear was my motion sickness. I don't know if anyone else gets sea sick after walking/running on a treadmill, but I swear I did. I would walk ... just walk on the treadmill and as soon as I got off, I felt like I was still moving and got slightly sea sick. Or treadmill sick. Whatever you wanna call it. Anyhow ... the other day there wasn't one available. So I told myself ... self you've got to do something today, just walk on the treadmill. So I did. I started walking and it just wasn't doing it for me. I decided to go ahead and just up the mph. It was fantastic. Today I ran a couple miles on the treadmill .... and I LOVED it. I've always wanted to be a runner. Running through my neighborhood, down at the beach (since its almost spring and warm), wherever. Just running. So, today was fantastic. I do like running. Maybe I'll work up to some kind of running event. = ) B!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-783761006050534415?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/783761006050534415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=783761006050534415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/783761006050534415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/783761006050534415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/03/ruuuuuuunnnn-forrrest.html' title='Ruuuuuuunnnn Forrrest!!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-6853950429510445422</id><published>2008-02-19T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:57:20.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>We almost ended up in New Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my honey and I went to Magic Mountain this past weekend. We almost ended up in New Brunswick, New Jersey. How is that possible? Well, it was early in the morning, it had been a wine filled evening with the other Barron girl, and I should have gone back to sleep for the hour I spent reading my book. My job was to book the hotel. We were meeting his parents and one of their freinds up there on Saturday night so we could hit the park first thing on Sunday. I went to the magicmountain.com that came up as one of the last sites on my computer we visited. We were going to book the hotels the night before, but like I said. It was a wine filled evening with the other Barron girl. We &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; at hotels but that was about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I called the first hotel. They were booked already for the evening. The next place had 3 rooms available. Price was right. Looked nice. So I booked it. Credit card. Billing address. Got the confirmation numbers and I asked for the address so we could navigate. I asked for the city because my nav sometimes gets me confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Response? New Brunswick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NEW JERSEY??!!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummm ... I think I have the wrong Magic Mountain. Please cancel all the rooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This got plenty of laughs from the peanut gallery. Hung up and started over. Ended up wishing I had listened to the drunk the night before and booked the suites. BUT... as it was pointed out to me, it was just for the one night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Magic Mountain day was soooo awesome. We got to ride all the big rides and didn't have to wait more than an hour for any of them. I'm still scared of heights and roller coasters which made it even more awesome. Golliath at night ? Scariest coolest thing E V E R. We met some really cool people that live and work right around the corner that we'll have to hang out with again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't belive that we almost ended up in New Jersey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-6853950429510445422?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/6853950429510445422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=6853950429510445422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/6853950429510445422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/6853950429510445422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-almost-ended-up-in-new-jersey.html' title='We almost ended up in New Jersey'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-6130406666198989923</id><published>2008-02-08T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:57:57.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside'/><title type='text'>Springtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh ... San Diego. It feels like spring. I shouldn't be at work. For both of you that aren't stuck in an office ... I am jealous. I just want to be somewhere in the sunshine reading my book getting some color back in my cheeks! It's been a cold, rainy winter. I saw myself the other day and I swear I look like Casper! Maybe not as friendly, but just as white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-6130406666198989923?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/6130406666198989923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=6130406666198989923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/6130406666198989923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/6130406666198989923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/02/springtime.html' title='Springtime!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-5369958720685859755</id><published>2008-02-07T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:58:14.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>One of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is when I wake up and hear little happy sleeping noises from my honey and my cat at the same time. Like they are both having good dreams. I woke up this morning and heard that. I smiled and went back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-5369958720685859755?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/5369958720685859755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=5369958720685859755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/5369958720685859755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/5369958720685859755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of my favorite things'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-1029074519516165112</id><published>2008-02-06T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:34:56.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is much too fun to ignore completely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, one of my nude rear resolutions will be to blog more. Here is my first step towards that goal.  Is it still a nude rear resolution in February?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If so .... stay tuned......it's gonna be a doosey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-1029074519516165112?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/1029074519516165112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=1029074519516165112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/1029074519516165112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/1029074519516165112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogging-is-much-too-fun-to-ignore.html' title='Blogging is much too fun to ignore completely!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-1367039331335680178</id><published>2007-08-20T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:59:13.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balls'/><title type='text'>Ignorance is bliss ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But on that off chance you find something out ... well... you can either lay there or take it or go the other route and stand up and say 'No, it's not OK.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went for the 'no its not ok.' Which for me is an amazing feat. I'm the queen of denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I found out that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will stand up and fight for what what I want and what is mine. I deserve more. I deserve what I give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that I don't have to take it. I won't take it. I'm not OK with that. Prepared for the worst, but hoping for the best. Got it all out there. No holding back. And I got what I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel as if there is no choice but to learn and grow from life's challenges. This one was an experience. One I'd never like to repeat, but am grateful for the lesson. I'm thinking and hoping that this will make us stronger and better together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it doesn't kill you it only makes you stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-1367039331335680178?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/1367039331335680178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=1367039331335680178' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/1367039331335680178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/1367039331335680178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2007/08/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is bliss ...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-2089628009778708617</id><published>2007-08-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:59:28.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>The Best Ten Bucks I Ever Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I am a fantastic pet owner I’m always on the lookout for a new toy for my sweet little kitty. Fuzzy little mouses are his favorite. I had to go to Target last weekend to buy a book. We were going to the pool and I can only take so much Tucker Max before I feel hungover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cruise past the pet aisle and I have to look. I see the coolest mouse in all the land. A mouse that comes w/ a remote control … that looks like a piece of cheese!! … For only $9.99!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/RsSGfO1o8II/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-1pxO7r__c/s1600-h/remote+control+mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099348549207388290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="289" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/RsSGfO1o8II/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-1pxO7r__c/s320/remote+control+mouse.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m thinking to myself … self, if you buy this mouse, you will no longer have to try to get kitty to play with his mouses by sitting on the floor and throwing them around. You can sit on the comfy couch with your glass of wine and he will run around the house after this thing. No more uncomfortable floor! What a concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheapskate in me is telling myself … self, it’s only ten bucks! All that joy and comfort for ten bucks! So, I have to buy it. I’m walking through the store … best ten bucks I ever spent. Woo hoo!! No more uncomfy floor. Kitty runs around and I get to play with a remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$47.95 later I’m on my way home. Yes, $47.95. I got my book (x2), a new DVD, my remote control mouse (awesome!!), popcorn and a soda … soda I didn’t even really want, but those damn cashiers tell me for only a penny more than the popcorn I can have a soda too. I’ve got $1.01. I’ll take the soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway … I can hardly wait to get home and plop this thing in front of my cat and run him around the house all while sitting on my couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My genius sister says to me on the way out … Will that thing even work on carpet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best ten bucks … awe shit. It’ll work. Carpet or no carpet this thing will work. I mean, come on. It’s ten bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home and I scrounge up my two AA batteries. Free my mouse and cheese remote from its packaging … It was like disarming Germany. I charge the mouse on the cheese remote. Man this thing is awesome. Best ten bucks I ever spent! Finally the three minutes the mouse needs to charge is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!! Where’s my cat!!??!! Forget the cat! He’s hiding in the closet like usual. I plop my new mouse on the living room floor and we’re off!! I hit the forward ritz cracker looking button. Mmmr. Did it move?? I think it just moved. Reverse cracker!! Mmmr. It definitely moved that time. Forward and right cracker!!! Mmmr. Shit. Stupid carpet. I’ll show this mouse!! I take the throw rug out of the entry way where we have a 2x3 area of hardwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT!!! COME PLAY WITH YOUR NEW MOUSE!!! He finally comes out of the closet. Looks at it for a minute. Tosses it up in the air once or twice. Gets bored and heads off back to the closet. That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey comes home that night and I proudly display my purchase. He thinks I’m nuts. I told him that kitty played with it earlier. I don’t know why he’s not that into it now. Oh well … it’s still cool! I’ve got a cheese remotely controlled mouse! Best ten bucks I ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 4 days. Honey brings home a free SD Padres foam baseball. I’m like cool. Toss it on the floor to kitty. What does kitty do? Proceed to play with that ball all night. All over the living room. Into the bedroom. Back to the living room. Under the coffee table! Behind the couch. Under ht couch. 3am … he’s still playing with that free ball. Loves it. You’d think the Padres put catnip in their balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-2089628009778708617?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/2089628009778708617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=2089628009778708617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2089628009778708617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/2089628009778708617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-ten-bucks-i-ever-spent.html' title='The Best Ten Bucks I Ever Spent'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/RsSGfO1o8II/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-1pxO7r__c/s72-c/remote+control+mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156521098481646109.post-953477157567115623</id><published>2007-08-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:14:25.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginning of blogs'/><title type='text'>Bloggity blog blog blog ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of these days I'll grow up and be as funny as you. Wouldn't that be amazing? In the good way ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156521098481646109-953477157567115623?l=e-vader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/feeds/953477157567115623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156521098481646109&amp;postID=953477157567115623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/953477157567115623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156521098481646109/posts/default/953477157567115623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-vader.blogspot.com/2007/08/bloggity-blog-blog-blog.html' title='Bloggity blog blog blog ...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06145445636706353143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIsgVXxVa1k/SvYwZTdF3hI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cEpa9dK8Xno/S220/kiyomel.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
